Chapter 535 Teachers and Students

Not only Harry's faith collapsed, but most of the students in Hogwarts felt the same way.

Because they had also received the expedited version of The Quibbler that Penelope spent a lot of money to print urgently.

The various ironclad evidences in The Quibbler forced them to believe a fact.

That is, their hero was captured by the person they respected the most in such a shameful way.

For a moment, the originally noisy and noisy auditorium suddenly became silent, and everyone's faces were full of strong confusion.

You know, in their impression, Mike and Dumbledore were both in the same camp. Why would two comrades who fought Voldemort together fight each other?

Moreover, since Dumbledore was able to subdue and kill Mike, who was Voldemort, in a crushing manner, this shows that he was at least capable of fighting Voldemort.

Then the question is.

When Voldemort and the Death Eaters were rampant in the wizarding world of Yingguo, why didn't Dumbledore take action?

Is it true that their headmaster is submissive in the face of evil, but strikes hard against heroes?

Most teenagers' thinking is always in a two-point straight line, and their superficial social experience is not enough to support them to think about problems from more angles.

So when they found that they could not give a reasonable answer to this series of questions with their own wisdom, they chose the most direct way - to question Dumbledore.

So, after a short silence, the Hogwarts Hall became noisy again.

The students began to rush towards the Hogwarts headmaster's office like crazy.

This scared the professors who were in the hall to maintain order, and they quickly stood in front of the students to stop them from moving forward.

In the past, the students would scatter like birds and beasts when their professors came out to make trouble, but today was different. Under the stimulation of a series of things, many students had lost their minds, and some even took out their wands and started to attack the professors.

Hogwarts professors have always been synonymous with strength, a reputation that has been earned by senior professors such as Flitwick, Snape and McGonagall.

But in fact, overall, the strength of Hogwarts professors is not high. You have to know that Hogwarts is still a school after all. What they need is not strong fighters, but teachers who have mastered various profound knowledge. The

professors who are now sticking to the hall belong to the latter. These scholar-type professors were stunned the first time they were attacked.

In a sense, the battle between wizards is very similar to the gunfight between Muggles. They are very strong on the offensive end but very weak on the defensive end. Although this is just an attack by students, if they are really hit by these spells, then they probably won’t feel too good.

So, facing the aggressive students, these professors who used to be high and mighty retreated.

A large number of students directly broke through their defenses and continued to rush towards their destination.

At this moment, a huge force emerged from the stairs, directly pushing those students back into the hall.

Snape, dressed in a black robe, walked out of the stairs slowly, staring at the students with a pair of deep eyes like a lake.

Seeing this, the students who were originally fierce immediately became timid.

A person's reputation is like a tree's shadow!

The shadow area left by the name of Professor Snape in the hearts of these students in the past few years is really too big, which causes them to instinctively retreat whenever they see Snape.

For a while, the scene returned to the previous confrontation!

And just when the situation was deadlocked, Chris's tall figure suddenly appeared in the hall.

In this hall, which now has at least more than a hundred people gathered, Chris just bypassed the crowd and looked around the Hogwarts Hall. From time to time, he touched the wall or table beside him with his hand, looking contented.

What was strange was that the students standing around ignored the person who suddenly appeared beside them. They just let Chris walk through the crowd and reach the stairs.

Looking at Snape who was blocking the stairs like a door god, Chris's mouth corners suddenly rose.

He put his face close to Snape and looked at his shiny hair carefully. After confirming some things, he frowned and shook his head with a little disgust, and quickened his pace to walk around Snape and walk towards the stairs behind him.

Snape, who was observed by Chris at close range, seemed to have noticed something. He frowned and looked behind him, but in the end he still didn't find Chris' figure. He could only turn back and continue to stare at the group of students.

At this time, Chris had already stepped onto a staircase and let the floating staircase take him to a passage above before walking down.

Looking back at the familiar staircase with some nostalgia, Chris embarked on his journey again.

But before he walked far, an illusory figure appeared in front of him.

It was Peeves!

Peeves was seen laughing strangely while floating towards the auditorium.

Chris's eyes flashed with a hint of joy. He looked at Peeves with interest. Although Peeves was basically a hated character in Hogwarts, in Chris's eyes, he was more like an old friend who had not seen each other for a long time.

While Chris was looking at Peeves, Peeves was also observing Chris.

Peeves didn't want to play tricks on this student at first. You know, Peeves, as the most famous prankster in Hogwarts Castle, had to go to the auditorium to attend the "banquet"!

But Chris's staring at him made him angry.

Are all the little brats nowadays so ignorant?

It would be fine if they didn't run away when they met Peeves, but they dared to stare at him with such a look?

So, Peeves decided to teach this ignorant kid a lesson!

But just as Peeves was laughing and swooping down, ready to pass through Chris's body to give him a chill, his translucent body suddenly froze.

"You...you are..."

Before he could finish his words, Peeves' body began to tremble violently. He turned around suddenly and tried to escape by drilling into the wall.

But it was too late.

Chris just hooked his finger lightly, and Peeves' body was forcibly pulled in front of Chris as if it was grabbed by a big hand.

"Peeves,"

Chris murmured, stretching out his hands and rubbing Peeves' illusory body repeatedly.

His hands seemed to have a magical power, and Peeves quickly turned into a ball under his rubbing, and was tossed forward by him.

After getting the Peeves ball, Chris seemed to be in a better mood. His steps were much lighter, and he arrived at the door of the principal's office in a short while. Unlike usual

, the huge and ferocious monster statue was not guarding the door of the office at this moment. The dark fan-shaped corridor was exposed in front of Chris, as if the owner inside had long anticipated the arrival of guests, so he opened the door in advance.

Seeing this, Chris smiled at the twisted and terrified ghost face on the ball in his hand, threw it aside, and strode in.

As he expected, the old and gorgeous wooden door at the end of the corridor was also wide open. For some reason, he looked a little nervous at the moment. He hesitated for a moment, then tidied his clothes and entered the office.

As soon as he entered the office, Chris smelled a strange smell of decay, which made him frown.

But soon his brows relaxed, because the situation in the principal's office was almost the same as when he first came, even the positions of the portraits of the old principals on the wall had not changed.

"Ah!"

On a wooden shelf in the corner of the office, the phoenix Fawkes chirped at Chris vigilantly.

Unlike other things, Fawkes' body was obviously smaller than when he came last time.

But Chris was not surprised by this. He knew very well that creatures like phoenixes would be reborn from the ashes every once in a while, so it was common for their body sizes to change.

He smiled at Fawkes and turned his sight to a recliner behind the planetarium in the middle.

At this moment, a figure was lying on the recliner - Dumbledore.

Dumbledore has become even thinner now, with almost no flesh on his body. His dry and wrinkled skin is tightly wrapped around his skeleton which is much thicker than that of a normal person.

His long white beard and hair are very messy, and coupled with his dry and slender body, he looks like a large brush with the hair blown off.

If the angry students downstairs saw Dumbledore's current appearance, they would definitely firmly believe that Dumbledore has been dead for many days, because at this moment he looks almost the same as a dried corpse.

But Chris knows that Dumbledore is not dead yet. Although he is not far from death, at least he is still alive.

Taking a deep breath, Chris slowly came to Dumbledore, squatted down carefully and called softly:

"Professor, Professor Dumbledore."

"Hmm?"

Dumbledore opened his eyes with difficulty and looked towards the source of the voice. His originally beautiful blue eyes had disappeared at this moment, and a thick layer of white film covered his cornea, making people doubt whether Dumbledore could still see at this moment.

Chris was also deeply puzzled by this, so in order to let Dumbledore see him as clearly as possible, he deliberately put his face closer.

"Tom, you are not dead yet."

A hoarse voice like a rock came out from Dumbledore's dry throat, and a smile bloomed on Chris's face when he heard it.

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore!" Chris said with a smile, "Of course I am not dead."

Dumbledore nodded and continued to say with difficulty:

"Are you here to kill me?"

As soon as Dumbledore said this, the expression on Chris's face immediately froze, and he stood there without saying a word.

At this moment, the portraits on the wall that were originally still sleeping soundly also opened their eyes and looked at the teacher and student below with vigilance.

What was surprising was that among the magic portraits of the old headmaster, there was a portrait of Dumbledore.

Unlike the mummy on the recliner, Dumbledore in the portrait had a rosy face, an upright posture, a smile, and a lively look.

And in this strange silence, Chris suddenly spoke.

"Professor, there is a question that has been bothering me. Can you help me solve it?"

Chris asked, but he did not give Dumbledore a chance to refuse, and continued:

"Why did you reject my application to become the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts?"

After these words, Dumbledore's gray eyes seemed to become clearer. He looked at the expressionless Chris and shook his head slowly:

"Because of the look in your eyes at that time."

"Look?"

"Yes, I am very familiar with that look. It is the look of a resentful person. Although I don't know what you went through before returning to Hogwarts, it must have been an experience that made you heartbroken and cynical." Dumbledore said with some emotion, "I am also a person who has been through it, so I know very well that you were not suitable to be a professor at Hogwarts in your current state. Every student is a blank piece of parchment. Your extreme emotions at that time would infect them and eventually make them as extreme as you. So... I rejected you, and looked forward to your improvement and coming back here again. As a result..."

"The result is that I did come back, but I became more extreme, right?"

Chris interrupted Dumbledore, and a trace of ferocity gradually appeared on his expressionless face.

Dumbledore was silent.

Seeing this, Chris seemed to be unable to suppress his emotions any longer. He stood up and pointed at Dumbledore and roared:

"You clearly saw it at the beginning! You clearly saw it! Then why didn't you want to help me? Huh!? As a professor, isn't it your responsibility to help students out of trouble?"

"You always look down on me like this... like this! You burned my cabinet when we first met! Later, when we came to Hogwarts, you kept targeting me! Do you hate me so much?"

Along with Chris's roar, a terrifying magic power suddenly emerged from his body.

The portraits on the wall immediately closed their eyes and pretended to sleep. Even Fawkes the Phoenix hid in the corner and covered his eyes with his wings.

As for Dumbledore, as Chris's direct target, he was under several times more pressure than Fawkes the Phoenix.

But he looked into Chris's scarlet eyes as if he had not noticed anything.

After a long time, a line of turbid tears slid down from the corners of his eyes. He opened and closed his dry lips slightly, and said with a sob:

"You have suffered, Tom. I am sorry for you."