HP Shavings Wizard

Chapter 227 "Lively"

Being active is a good thing.

But if the target is Dumbledore, this kind of "liveliness and activity" becomes particularly terrifying.

Draco ran in front, and "Dumbledore" followed behind him.

The old headmaster grabbed the handrail to gain leverage and took two steps at a time. His old arms and legs were even more flexible than those of the young wizard Draco.

"Hey! Mr. Malfoy, your physical condition isn't that good!"

A loud voice rang in his ears, and Draco was so scared that he ran forward for his life.

It has a bit of the flavor of Temple Run.

Draco swore that he had never run so fast in his life!

The little wizards passing by were shocked when they saw this scene of chase and escape.

What did Malfoy do again? Did he break the law this time? He was chased by the old headmaster like this!

He ran away, he chased, but they were unable to fly.

Of course, it's not that excessive. After all, Alison is just a little wizard who gets excited after only three minutes.

So soon, "Dumbledore's" frantic footsteps suddenly became elegant and light, like a seamless switch.

Draco was running so hard that he felt like his lungs were about to explode.

But he didn't dare stop and could only keep running forward.

Finally, it seemed that the weird "Dumbledore" was gotten rid of.

Draco, who was almost exhausted, stood there, bent over, holding his knees with his hands, and breathing heavily.

It was only then that he felt his pounding heartbeat gradually calm down.

Then he straightened up and looked back with lingering fear.

The old bee is gone.

Very good!

Draco breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes dull, and he leaned weakly against the wall of the corridor, his back soaked with cold sweat.

He didn't dare to imagine what would happen if he was caught by that strange "Dumbledore" - for some reason, he didn't have the courage to shout "I'm going to tell my dad" to the old headmaster.

Could it be that he had been secretly cursing Dumbledore recently, and Dumbledore overheard it and couldn't stand it anymore, so he wanted to expel him from Hogwarts?

That would definitely be a disgrace to the Malfoy family!

He shuddered and didn't dare to think any further. However, the little flame of his desire to secretly cause trouble was immediately extinguished. He decided to behave himself and be more polite recently.

"Cockroach pile!"

"Dumbledore" walked briskly towards the door of the principal's office on the second floor and gave the command skillfully. The stone beast jumped away naturally, revealing the staircase leading to the principal's office.

Except for the young wizards who actually witnessed the unknown chase just now, no one who sees the old headmaster like this will feel that something is wrong - isn't this just the same as usual? At most, they will feel better.

As for Draco himself who was being chased...

He would probably remember that the old principal suddenly chased after him one day for unknown reasons, and he would remember it for the rest of his life and never forget it.

The psychological shadow area is so large that it cannot be calculated.

"Dumbledore" hummed rock music and shook his head like a dancing zombie.

She twisted her way happily up the escalator and entered the principal's office.

Fox, who was standing on the bird stand, heard the noise and looked up, tilting his beautiful red head. His black eyes were full of confusion, and then turned into understanding.

Creatures like the Phoenix are close to special souls and recognize people based on their souls. They will not be fooled by tricks like Alison's.

The portraits of the headmaster were much more confused. They felt that there was something indescribably strange about Dumbledore today.

"Dumbledore" ignored them - no greeting, no even a glance at these seniors - he slumped down comfortably in the chair, crossed his legs, fiddled with one toe, picked a comfortable position, and began to eat candies like crazy, and all of them were the collections that had been put away.

"...Albus? I remember you were going to the Wizengamot today? Why did you come back so suddenly..."

And there's something wrong?

The portrait of a professor kindly refrained from making any comments that were too rude.

"Dumbledore" fiddled with his long beard, which was covered with sugar crumbs.

"The Wizengamot? Oh, come on, a bunch of old bastards, I won't serve them!"

"...?!"

The portraits looked at each other.

But they are just magical portraits after all. They can only give suggestions to the incumbent principal and cannot even resist the principal's orders.

In the end, everyone could only remain silent and stare at this weird "Dumbledore", who seemed to have taken the wrong medicine or whose brain was filled with honey syrup.

Fox quietly distanced himself from the naughty kid.

There was another noise at the door of the principal's office.

Professor Snape came to deliver the tooth-health potion.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw "Dumbledore" looking nonchalant.

The Slytherin Snake King's eyes twitched, and he placed a jar of potion on the table, then stared at this "Dumbledore" without saying a word.

"...?"

Looking at each other, both of them were a little confused.

What should be said in this situation? Does Snape have anything to say? Or does her father have something to say?

Alison was a little confused.

Is it to appease this diligent and hardworking old subordinate?

After thinking for a while, "Dumbledore" looked serious, took a deep breath and closed his eyes - but his feet were still raised high, which looked a little funny.

"On the night that Voldemort tried to kill Harry, when Lily put her life between them, that killing was rebounded upon Voldemort... a fragment of Voldemort's soul was blown away and attached to the only soul in the collapsed house."

"Part of him lives in Harry, giving Harry the ability to talk to snakes and connect to Voldemort's mind - Harry is a living Horcrux. As long as the soul fragment that has not been discovered by Voldemort is still attached to Harry and protected by Harry, Voldemort cannot die."

Snape's brain was suddenly hit by something serious, and he looked fiercely at "Dumbledore", not caring about the weirdness of the man in front of him - at least, the tone of his subordinates to the double agent and the secret exploration and design of the overall situation could not be false.

He stared at "Dumbledore" with a gloomy face, his mind working rapidly, and he was silent for a long time.

"So? The boy had to die?"