Jiang Yan was suddenly a little nervous.
"Lu Zhaoyang, tell me, can we just come to Dumbledore directly like this?"
Lu Zhaoyang was very calm: "How do you know if you don't try? Dumbledore is not Professor McGonagall, so even if he disagrees, he won't deduct points. Usually you have a thick skin, why are you cowardly at a critical moment?"
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"makes sense."
Jiang Yan nodded, then came to his senses again, and put his hands on his hips pretending to be angry.
"Hey, who do you think has a thick skin?"
Lu Zhaoyang pretended not to hear, opened the door and walked in.
Jiang Yan couldn't care less about settling accounts, so he hurriedly followed.
Of all the teachers' offices at Hogwarts, Dumbledore's is the most interesting.
It was a spacious circular room, and on slender-legged tables were many curious pieces of silverware. Spinning, puffing out small puffs of smoke. The walls were covered with portraits of previous principals, some were snoring in their sleep, and some were watching Jiang Yan and Lu Zhaoyang with great interest.
On the shelf behind the huge claw-shaped table were the battered and crumpled Sorting Hats. Beside the table is a gilded perch on which stands a beautiful and dazzling phoenix, Dumbledore's pet Fawkes.
Dumbledore was standing next to Fox with his back to Jiang Yan and Lu Zhaoyang, stroking its feathers tenderly.
He turned around when he heard the door open.
He smiled when he saw the two of them, but he wasn't surprised.
"How did you get in here?"
Jiang Yan pointed to Lu Zhaoyang: "This boss guessed the password correctly."
"Wow!" Dumbledore blinked mischievously.
He sat down behind the big claw-shaped table, and motioned for Jiang Yan and Lu Zhaoyang to sit down.
"I have heard from Professor McGonagall what happened in the school these days. If you came here because of the deducted points, I can only tell you with regret that even if I am the principal, I can't do anything about it."
"No, Professor, we're not here for—"
Jiang Yan was still deliberating his words, but Lu Zhaoyang stated his purpose straightforwardly: "We want to go to the Forbidden Forest."
"—Moreover, there must be a fair reason, and the professors cannot deduct our marks for violating school regulations." Jiang Yan added.
"Oh, friends from afar," Dumbledore said slowly, looking at the two of them, "although I really want to help you, but according to the International Wizarding Regulations, we cannot interfere in the internal affairs of Chinese wizards. Although I don't know why Shen Nongcao will come to Hogwarts, but I can only provide you with limited convenience, so that you can play the role of freshmen and come here. I believe that you can understand-"
Lu Zhaoyang said coldly: "No, Professor Dumbledore, now it's not just the internal affairs of Chinese wizards."
This is their only hope of breaking out of the current predicament.
Jiang Yan took a deep breath, and quickly continued: "The person who stole the Shennong grass is Klaus, a British wizard who is wanted by the Ministry of Magic. Since British wizards are involved, then we should ask for more help. Sorted? And, I heard, he seems to have been a student at Hogwarts and was sorted into Slytherin House?"
After finishing speaking, Jiang Yan subconsciously grabbed Lu Zhaoyang's hand beside him because of his nervousness.
Lu Zhaoyang's eyelashes trembled.
In the next second, he grabbed it firmly and firmly.
The hand in the palm was soft, warm, smooth and tender. Squeeze it, the touch is so good, people never want to let go.