The news that Professor Dumbledore was temporarily dismissed by the Board of Directors swept through the entire Hogwarts Castle like a hurricane.
Compared with the attack that occurred not long ago, the temporary loss of Dumbledore, the backbone, made everyone feel more panicked and uneasy.
The school is temporarily handed over to the Vice-Principal, Professor McGonagall.
To be honest, Professor McGonagall also had no idea what to do with the current situation. In order to prevent the situation in the school from completely deteriorating during Professor Dumbledore's absence, Professor McGonagall had to make a series of arrangements.
She organized the school's professors, prefects, and ghosts to patrol the corridors at night and check the castle for any abnormalities.
By the way, Albert's friend Truman from Hufflepuff was removed from the patrol because Gabriel Truman was a Muggle wizard and was more likely to be attacked than others.
Truman complained about this to Albert, but it was obvious that he was happy that he didn't have to participate in the night patrols.
In order to prevent the attacks from happening again, Professor McGonagall requires all students to return to the common room of their college before six o'clock in the evening, and students are not allowed to leave the dormitory after this time.
Classes must be escorted to the classroom by a teacher.
Quidditch training and matches were postponed indefinitely and all activities were stopped.
However, what Albert found most outrageous was that no student was allowed to use the bathroom without being accompanied by a professor.
Professor McGonagall is doing her best to prevent the attacks from happening, but Albert knows that such an arrangement would be meaningless if Tom Riddle really wants to launch a new attack.
During this period, every teacher in the school had a serious face, with the exception of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Lockhart believed that the danger had passed.
In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he even openly reassured his students in public that the criminal (Hagrid) had been arrested and the danger was over.
In fact, many people knew that Hagrid was taken away by the Ministry of Magic, but few people would regard him as the murderer.
To borrow a phrase from a Slytherin student: If that big fool becomes the heir of Slytherin, Slytherin will probably be so angry that he will jump out of his coffin when he finds out!
However, Lockhart still vowed to everyone that if the Minister of Magic was not 100% sure that Hagrid was guilty, Hagrid would not be taken away.
"Do you think Hagrid was responsible for the attack?"
While Lockhart was bragging on the podium, Shanna turned around and asked Albert who was sitting behind her.
In order to prevent Lockhart's harassment, the back seats in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom have become the preferred seat for most students who hate Lockhart.
"Do you think the other professors are all idiots?" Albert said carelessly, flipping through the books he borrowed from the library without looking up. "If Hagrid was really the culprit of the attack, why would Professor McGonagall go to such great lengths to arrange for professors to patrol and escort everyone to class?"
"Especially when I go to the bathroom, I actually need the professor's company." Fred couldn't help but complain, "This is outrageous. Am I so impatient that I have to wait for the professor to be free? If Snape doesn't let me go, do I have to hold it in forever?"
"Maybe we should carry a chamber pot with us?" George said without hesitation, "If we really encounter an attack, we can pour water on it. Maybe it can scare the monster away. It's more effective than an amulet."
"He's so annoying." Shannah whispered in the direction of the podium. Lockhart had the audacity to hint to everyone that he had long believed that Hagrid was not a good person.
"When do you think he's going to get into trouble?"
Lee Jordan asks the questions that many people want to know.
Everyone knows that the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is cursed. Every year, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor will encounter some bad luck and therefore cannot continue to stay in the school as a professor. In the past two years, it has been even worse, with one missing and one dead.
Many students who disliked Lockhart maliciously speculated whether he would follow in the footsteps of his two predecessors.
"I don't know." Albert looked up at Lockhart on the podium and said calmly, "If he doesn't resign and run away early, he will definitely not be able to escape."
"Do you think he really doesn't know?" Angelina listened to what Lockhart said on the stage and began to doubt whether there was something wrong with his IQ.
"No, of course he knows. Everyone can see it at a glance, so how could Lockhart not know it?" Albert said sarcastically, "He just pretends not to know. He said those things intentionally just to attract everyone's attention. Don't you think that someone is like a peacock showing off his clothes?"
"Maybe his patronus is a peacock!" Fred guessed.
"Don't be ridiculous, how could he master such advanced magic as the Patronus?" George retorted immediately.
For some reason, everyone felt that what George said made sense.
"I just hope this will be over soon!" Shanna muttered, holding the amulet she bought from Kenneth in her hand.
Finally, the get out of class was over and Albert planned to go to the kitchen. He had to ask the house-elf to help take care of the hound Fang.
If Harry was expected to take care of Fang, Hagrid might not be able to find his hound when he returned from Azkaban.
"You can ask the professor for help." Shanna suggested. She admired Albert very much. If it were someone else, they would have forgotten about Hagrid's dog long ago.
"We'll go with you."
Fred and George looked at each other and prepared to accompany Albert to the kitchen to prevent him from getting into danger if he acted alone.
Lee Jordan will naturally not be absent.
The four of them cast Disillusionment Charms on themselves and prepared to sneak to the kitchen. On the way, they almost ran into the team led by Snape.
They temporarily hid in the secret passage behind the tapestry to avoid a head-on collision with Snape. The Disillusionment Charm was not omnipotent, and there was a high probability that they would be discovered if they encountered the professor.
"Sir, why don't you apply for the position of principal?"
Malfoy's voice gradually faded away from the tapestry: "I will tell my father that you are the best teacher here, and he will definitely be happy to vote for you."
"The Malfoys are still as disgusting as ever."
After Snape led the team away, the four of them came out of the secret passage. Fred looked at the direction the team left and said, "I heard that it was old Malfoy who brought the signatures of the board of directors to remove Dumbledore."
“Are all the school directors idiots?”
Lee Jordan couldn't understand what they were thinking, if even Dumbledore couldn't stop the attack, who else could do it, Snape
"Of course they are not idiots." Albert stopped to check the Marauder's Map. "They are probably threatened."
"Threatened by Malfoy?"
"For example, I know someone, or I mention someone's name."
"Mysterious man?"
"Of course it can't be the You-Know-Who. No one dares to have anything to do with the You-Know-Who now." Albert revealed the answer directly, "For example, Fenrir Greyback."
"They actually compromised like this." The three were very dissatisfied with the school directors for their lack of responsibility.
"No one wants to risk their family and children."
Albert walked over to the picture of the big fruit bowl and gently scratched the big green pear with his index finger.
All three were silent.
yes.
No one wants to risk their child being attacked by a werewolf.
"However, no one is willing to be threatened. Lucius Malfoy will have to pay a price for doing that. Just wait and see. I dare say that his position as school director has come to an end!" Albert made a judgment on the Malfoy family.
“That’s awesome!”
Fred and George both liked to see the Malfoys suffer.
Albert opened the door and walked into the kitchen with his friend. He quickly found the house-elf Carla and asked her to take care of Hagrid's teeth. The house-elf Carla was also very happy to help Albert.
They left the kitchen with their pockets stuffed with cookies and pies.
After 6pm, Gryffindor students had nowhere to go. The common room was quickly filled with people, chatting and playing games in groups of three or four.
Albert and his friends also occupied a corner of the common room, where they held a simple tea party. They took out the biscuits and pies they got from the kitchen in the afternoon and shared them with everyone.
Ginny was watching everyone play wizard cards nearby, and she was in a bad mood.
"Have you noticed that the taste of pies has become a bit strange recently!" George stared at the filling inside the broken pie and handed the other half to Albert who was making milk tea.
"I like this kind of pie, it's sweet and the filling is delicious." Ginny ate the bean paste cake in small bites, took the milk tea and half a bean paste cake handed to her by Albert, and did not forget to say thank you.
"That's red bean paste." Albert poured a cup of milk tea for everyone, then picked up his own cup, took a sip, and introduced it slowly, "The filling is made by boiling soybeans, adding sugar and mashing them. It tastes very good."
“Sounds delicious?”
Fred was discussing new wizard card effects with Lee Jordan. Hearing them talking about pies, he smiled and joked, "Did you give the house-elf Kara some weird recipe again?"
"Strange?" Albert asked back, "Are the bean paste cakes not delicious?"
"It's delicious," George said after taking a big sip of milk tea and putting down the cup, "but it's a bit greasy if you eat too much."
"Eat a lot?"
Fred and Lee Jordan looked over here at the same time, their eyes fell on the oil paper bag containing the bean paste cakes, and they were immediately angry, because all the bean paste cakes in the bag had been eaten by that bastard George.
"Asshole, you ate it all by yourself and we haven't eaten yet!" Fred angrily reached out to pull George's mouth, trying to make him spit out his share.
Lee Jordan quickly snatched the bean paste cake that George had just broken into two halves.
"Do you want it?"
He noticed Albert's gaze, and after hesitating for a moment, he seemed to want to pass the half he had grabbed to Albert, but the action did not look very sincere.
"No, I've eaten." Albert looked at Lee Jordan's actions and said unhappily, "Eat it yourself!"
Lee Jordan took a quick bite out of half a pie and claimed it immediately.
"Asshole, can't you just give me half?" Fred was so angry when he saw Lee Jordan shamelessly took a bite that he wanted to hit him.
What a mistake in making friends!
"Give."
Ginny gave Fred the other half of the bean paste cake that Albert had just handed to her, which calmed him down.
"This tastes weird, better than bacon stuffing. I don't know where you got all those recipes."
"I got this recipe from one of my uncles. It's said to be a sweet from the Far East."
Albert didn't lie. Those were the recipes that Uncle Charlie helped him collect. Ever since Charlie's milk tea shop became a big hit, he accepted Albert's advice and began to collect delicacies from all over the world to expand the food in his shop. He even planned to open a shop specializing in selling delicacies from all over the world in the future.
While they were drinking tea and chatting, Harry and Ron appeared from nowhere.
"Where did you get the pie?" Ron asked in surprise as he looked at the people who were leisurely drinking tea and chatting.
"In the kitchen, of course. The house-elf enthusiastically stuffed a bunch of them into our mouths. Would you like one? There's plenty here." Fred handed Ron a piece of meat-flavored pie.
"You actually sneaked into the kitchen?" Ron took the pie and took a bite, speaking indistinctly.
"I'll ask the house-elves in the kitchen to help look after Fang. Hagrid has been taken away by the Ministry of Magic, and there's no one to help feed his dog." Albert glanced at Harry and said calmly, "We can't let Fang starve like this!"
Harry suddenly felt his cheeks burning, as if he had been slapped hard, and an inexplicable shame surged in his heart.
Before Hagrid was taken away by the Minister of Magic, he asked them to help take care of Fang, but he turned around and forgot about it.
"I want to talk to you!" Harry looked into Albert's eyes and added, "Just one chat, okay?"
"What's there that we can't know?" Fred muttered.
The other students around pricked up their ears, interested in the conversation between Harry and Albert.
'Personal stuff about Hermione,' Harry added mentally: and Hagrid.
"Now?"
"Now."
"Well, this place is not suitable, let's go to my dormitory!" Albert had already guessed what Harry wanted to say to him. He took the teacup slowly, drank the milk tea in the tea, stood up and led the way to the dormitory stairs.
Harry hurried after him.
"What do you think they're going to talk about?" Fred muttered as he watched the two men leave. "They're planning to keep it a secret from us."
“I don’t know. Actually, I’m curious too.” George blinked and raised his hand as if to follow.
"I think it's best not to disturb them." Ron knew what Harry wanted to talk to Albert about and didn't want others to disturb them.
But it's too late.
Fred, George and Lee Jordan looked at each other and followed secretly.
Albert really didn't want others to eavesdrop. They couldn't hear anything at all. Following him now was just for fun.
Ginny and Ron looked at each other and followed.