The area inside and outside the Betrayal game was filled with noisy sounds. The students in the stands were excitedly discussing the upcoming game, while the professors on the rostrum were also talking to each other in low voices.
Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout were congratulating each other for the outstanding students in their own colleges; Professor Snape was staring at the students with an indifferent expression, perhaps in his opinion, spending time standing here Instead of watching a boring game, it is better to process more potion materials. Most of the other professors were talking and laughing.
"Albus," Professor McGonagall, who was sitting near the center of the teacher's chair, said to Dumbledore who was sitting on the chair. Her brows were frowning tightly, and her mouth was pressed into a white line. Li did not hide her worries and worries at all, "Are we really going to indulge them like this? I still think we have to take some measures! You haven't seen what the school has become like recently. The first and second grade students will Spelling each other in the castle corridors, Merlin!"
The extracurricular activities of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class were welcomed by almost all students in the school, and their mood in the school was much higher than in previous years. The atmosphere in the school that most students call "tense" is directly replaced by "alarm" in Professor McGonagall's case.
Conflicts over extracurricular activities are naturally carried outside the classroom, where students hex each other in classrooms, hallways, and even common rooms. Madam Pomfrey, the school nurse, is extremely busy every day. The school doctor's office is crowded with students who have been injured by magic effects. The painful moans can sometimes be heard from the school doctor's office to the Transfiguration Professor's office on the second floor of the castle. !
Dumbledore withdrew his gaze towards the court. During the time he sat in the teacher's seat, he had been paying attention to the calm black-haired boy standing on the court.
"Minerva," Mr. Principal's voice always seems to contain unpredictable magic, which can make people calm down involuntarily, "are you worried that such small contradictions and conflicts will accumulate to a limit one day and then explode? Come out and hurt everyone.”
"Yes." Professor McGonagall said, but her voice was no longer as high and fierce as before, "And this is not a small contradiction or conflict. Many students have been injured!"
"I agree with what Professor McGonagall said, Principal Dumbledore." Madam Pomfrey, who was sitting on the side, interjected. Her voice sounded a little weak. She was obviously complaining, but it sounded plain to people. "There have been too many students sent to the school infirmary in recent days. The number of students living in the school infirmary during this period has almost exceeded the number in the entire school year."
Dumbledore glanced at Madam Pomfrey with a dull expression, then looked at Professor McGonagall, and then continued: "Poppy, Minerva, you are worried that if the students are injured too much, the parents will Write to us to protest.”
Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey nodded.
"And put the blame on Professor Derwent and even called for his immediate resignation."
This time only Professor McGonagall nodded, while Madam Pomfrey showed a surprised expression.
Professor McGonagall glanced at Madam Pomfrey. She understood that as the school nurse, Madam Pomfrey was not very aware of the students' magical abilities in daily life. But as a professor of Transfiguration who is exposed to the students' spellcasting skills every day, the changes in the students are too intuitive and conspicuous for Professor McGonagall, who has already kept the students' true skills in mind.
"Albus," Professor McGonagall first complimented, "at first I couldn't understand your decision to hire Professor Derwent to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts in the new school year. I even wanted Professor Derwent to resign. The dark thought of leaving. But judging from the current situation, your decision was really far-sighted!”
"We can't lose Professor Derwent now! Not now!" Professor McGonagall leaned forward slightly, looked directly at Dumbledore and said seriously, "Wait until the first time that Professor Derwent prepares for the third to fifth grade students. After two extracurricular activities, our fifth graders will be able to pass their ordinary wizarding exams; and by next April, our seventh graders will be able to pass their ultimate wizarding exams!”
"In just a few months, Professor Derwent has directly corrected the omissions in our Defense Against the Dark Arts classes over the past few years," Professor McGonagall said seriously. "An entire generation of students has Because of him, we can become a person who can protect ourselves! We can’t lose Professor Devonte!”
"I didn't know you had such a high opinion of Professor Derwent, Minerva. I don't know if Professor Derwent would accept these words happily," Dumbledore looked at the scene. Professor Derwent, who was directing the first and second grade students into the Forbidden Forest, said, "But I once promised Professor Derwent not to interfere with his teaching activities as much as possible. I asked him to change the game venue before, but he told me What a big complaint!”
"But no matter what, extracurricular conflicts should not occur and continue among first- and second-year students. They are still too young. I am worried that if this confrontation continues..." Professor McGonagall suddenly stopped talking.
"Worried that they are too young to correctly understand who is the enemy and who is the friend? Are you worried that this confrontation will last for a long time? Or even directly divide the students of this class?"
Professor McGonagall didn't speak, just nodded.
"Minerva, even among the first and second grade students, there are many who have farsightedness." Dumbledore smiled gently at Professor McGonagall, "Maybe they have also realized the problems you mentioned? "
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In the Forbidden Forest.
Wright stood alone in a certain open space in the limited area of the Betrayal game. This was originally an open space full of rotten tree stumps, but for some unknown reason, the professor who was responsible for cleaning up the area was cleared by those stumps. It was clean and empty, leaving dozens of ugly and huge mud puddles.
There are some scattered yellow leaves scattered on the ground in the open space, and there are some snow that has not yet completely melted away on the dark brown mud. The weather looked a bit foggy, with thick clouds completely blocking out the sun, and the open space was filled with a cold and chilling atmosphere.
Because he entered the Forbidden Forest relatively late, and because he entered in the order ordered by Professor Derwent, there was not a single student standing next to Wright at this time.