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Chapter 77 Dumbledore, is this what you wanted to see?
Chapter 77 Dumbledore, Is This What You Wanted to See? (Third Update of 10,000 Words)
After Orochimaru said those words, Harry felt his heart sink to the bottom.
He was about to speak when he saw Orochimaru had already turned around.
There was no expected confrontation, only Orochimaru's silent back as the answer.
The Slytherins behind Orochimaru didn't ask any questions, but silently made way for him to leave the classroom that had become a legend.
After Orochimaru walked out the door, the Slytherins, like flowing water, slowly closed in and then silently left the classroom.
Harry turned his head blankly and looked at Hermione, the only one still standing next to him.
"Did I do something wrong?" Harry asked worriedly.
Hermione shook her head slightly.
"I don't know, Harry."
She was very puzzled because these were all pre-arranged scenarios, yet they were so real, as if none of the previous events had ever happened.
The two walked out of the classroom side by side, and when they looked up, they saw that the Gryffindors had already filled the aisle outside the History of Magic classroom.
Among these people were first-year students who had just slipped away in the chaos, Ron Weasley who was standing at the door regretting leaving, and Neville Longbottom who was constantly worried about them.
Even the older students came, their faces solemn, as if they had just experienced a war.
It's really funny!
What just happened was, in essence, nothing more than a conflict between first-year students.
Besides, even if Gryffindor really lost the bet, and they had to bow to Slyck Anguius, how they bowed was still up to them.
The Weasley twins had already considered countless contingency plans; they had nine, a full nine ways to humiliate Slack Anguill.
But now?
Harry looked at the Gryffindors who were almost filling the corridor, and watched them voluntarily make way for a space.
Only three first-year students were qualified to stand there.
Harry looked to his left and saw Hermione Granger with a serious expression, looking completely unexpected.
Harry looked to his right and saw Neville Longbottom holding the wand passed down from his father, his face flushed with excitement.
What exactly happened?
Harry cried out in his heart, but turned his head again to look at Ron Weasley, who was so close yet filled with shame and dared not join him.
"just----"
Ron Weasley's voice was almost bleeding, but he still had to get the news out.
"Slytherin left with a message when he took Slytherin away."
What message did he leave behind?
Harry asked impatiently.
Ron's face fell, but he refused to continue the conversation.
He was succeeded by Percy Weasley, the prefect of Gryffindor.
He rushed over, intending to stop a large-scale duel between Gryffindor and Slytherin.
But now, he has become the messenger.
This was not in line with his status, but he had to think about his little brother Ron, even though Ron was always a bit silly.
Percy Weasley stepped forward and, in front of all the Gryffindors, uttered the words of wisdom left behind by Orochimaru.
"First-year Gryffindors only have three real wands."
"One of them is Neville Longbottom."
Neville Longbottom's round face was almost bleeding with excitement.
"The other one is Hermione Granger."
Hermione Granger suddenly realized what had just happened in the hallway.
Slack Anguiz left behind his assessment of the entire first year, and it was accepted by everyone.
As for the last one—
Hermione Granger, like all the Gryffindors, turned to look at Harry Potter, who stood in the corridor with a serious expression.
The answer is self-evident.
Harry Potter also has a real wand.
This wand is not a wand for casting spells; it is merely a metaphor, a fact that every Gryffindor knows but is unwilling to reveal.
Because the truth is too hurtful.
Orochimaru is saying that there are only three true Gryffindors in this year's Gryffindor class.
The older Gryffindors didn't know how to comfort their younger schoolmates, while Percy Weasley wanted to advocate for his youngest brother, Ron Weasley.
"Ron is halfway there too, as Slack Anguill said." Percy Weasley deliberately avoided mentioning Slack Anguill's contemptuous tone.
Upon hearing this, Ron couldn't help but lower his head in shame.
No one will blame him, because everyone is doing just as badly.
But after everyone sighed, they all looked up in unison, gazing enviously at Harry and Hermione, and Neville Longbottom standing beside them.
This unassuming, chubby boy was surprisingly bold enough to draw his wand and stride confidently out of the classroom in front of a group of Slytherins and Slacks.
Harry was not pleased by this, because he was already troubled by his reputation, and this was just another shackle on top of that trouble.
Not to mention that a moment later, someone repeated Harry's words. They had been squatting by the door and hadn't left, so they heard it clearly.
"Will we eventually go our separate ways, Slack?"
Harry said this, and even Slack Anguis couldn't be sure, only responding with a vague "Who knows?"
He's afraid of Harry too!
At least that's what most first-year Gryffindors think.
but----
"What are you thinking, Dumbledore?"
Inside the principal's office, former principal Armando Dippert, who had just finished gathering intelligence in the corridor, asked curiously.
Armando was a mild-mannered man, always easily swayed. His misjudgment of Tom Riddle was his doing.
When asked, Dumbledore pondered for a moment, his mind filled with the words Armando Dippet had just told him.
Dumbledore originally only wanted Armando to talk to Slack Anguill as he gained some of Voldemort's influence.
But now—
The four figures seemed to be merging together in a way that defied logic.
Dumbledore saw Grindelwald's shadow in Slack Anguilloché, and his own shadow in Harry.
He couldn't help but fantasize—
In Godric Valley, would their conversation have been the same if they hadn't left without saying goodbye?
"Will we eventually go our separate ways, Gellert?"
"Who knows, Albus."
Dumbledore momentarily forgot to answer Armando's question.
But this didn't faze the portraits in the principal's office. As the previous principal who had the highest hopes for Slack Anguill, Phineas Black excitedly waltzed in his portrait frame.
He only burst into laughter after he finished singing.
Then, Phineas Black said with a tone of relief, "I've been annoyed by Slytherin and Harry's lovey-dovey relationship for a long time. How can the promising junior Salazar Slytherin always be involved with a Gryffindor!"
"Phineas, Salazar's best friend is a Gryffindor," Armando kindly advised.
As soon as he said that, the faces of the school principals immediately turned awkward.
Because it seems that the current headmaster, Dumbledore, has personally destroyed a friendship comparable to that between Salazar and Godric.
No, to be more precise, it was he who personally catalyzed it.
"But isn't this what you wanted to see, Dumbledore!" Phineas laughed. "Just like your past stories!"
Dumbledore looked up abruptly, and the headmasters all scurried away, leaving Phineas alone in the picture frame, unable to move.
He hadn't expected Dumbledore's magic to be so powerful as to imprison the figures in the painting.
"I was just joking with you, Dumbledore."
Phineas said tremblingly, but Dumbledore walked closer and closer to him until he stood in front of the picture frame.
"Leave!"
With a wave of his hand, Dumbledore sent Phineas vanishing without a trace.
Now, the current principal, gazing at the empty office, staggered to his desk and pulled out a brand new parchment.
He made many revisions on it, and in the end only wrote two lines.
"Gellert".
"Was parting ways an inevitable ending?"
After he finished writing, he rolled up the parchment, hid it in his pocket, and then fell into a long period of contemplation.
Contemplation only troubled Dumbledore; most people were still happy.
For example, all the Hogwarts students who received Professor McGonagall's notification.
"Students."
In the Great Hall at midday, Professor McGonagall announced loudly to the assembled students, "With Headmaster Dumbledore's permission, we will be holding an additional Rookie Tournament before this year's Quidditch competition!"
"Each college must send at least two lower-year students to participate!"
"First-year students, don't worry, the selection process for the school team will officially begin after your first flight lesson!"
Orochimaru, who was sitting at the Slytherin table, turned his head to look at Malfoy, who was eating roasted eggplant, when he heard Professor McGonagall's announcement.
When is our first class?
"This Thursday."
"With whom?" Orochimaru asked softly.
Malfoy did not answer, but simply raised his head and looked at the Gryffindor table at the other end of the Great Hall.
And Porter.
His eyes seemed to say it all.