Vol 2 Chapter 851: 1 Cut for the greater good

"Dumbledore," Horace and Dumbledore walked forward side by side when there were no students around when they left the school infirmary. He rubbed his hands hesitantly and whispered to imply the suspicion just now. In its current form...who would benefit you best if something goes wrong?"
"Do you doubt Professor Alan Harris?" The blue eyes under Dumbledore's crescent glasses were a little surprised.
"Dumbledore, this is what you said, I didn't say it was him!" Slughorn frowned. The reason why he didn't directly say that he doubted Alan was because he didn't want to talk to McGonagall and Snape. The professor said it directly in front of them, avoiding a lot of people, once it reached Alan's ears, it would be a bit embarrassing to face him again, but he did not expect Dumbledore to speak directly.
"Impossible, Mr. Harris will never do such a thing, absolutely impossible!" Professor McGonagall retorted firmly, and she shook her head in disapproval.
For so many years, McGonagall has personally watched Allen grow up to where he is now. Even if he does not agree with him, he has misunderstood him, but he has personally experienced the incident that Allen prevented Umbridge from trying to seize Dumbledore’s personal belongings. Later, she didn’t think Alan could be so bad, although the opponent sometimes liked pranks and tried to get her to write a review in the Ministry of Magic incident, which made her a bit hot... and think about Quidditch games again, Ai Lun is not a second-generation mysterious person who doesn't like flying broomsticks. To be fair, he would rather donate a large sum of Jin Jialong to buy flying broomsticks for all the Quidditch teams in the college. How could such a person poison him in alcohol? Regarding the matter, McGonagall, who was also the main player of the Quidditch school team and a veteran Quidditch fan, has his own judgment.
Dumbledore turned the ring on his dry finger, "Oh, please forgive Horace, but although I misunderstood you, I also have many different opinions with Professor Alan Harris, but he is not Use this method of poisoning to kill me."
Just wearing a black cloak and following Snape drifting past them with cold mocking eyes, mocking Dumbledore at least halfway.
After everyone left, Dumbledore stopped Snape, who was trying to return to his cold and damp basement: "Severus, wait, I want to talk to you alone."
Snape stopped and turned and walked into his office with the principal. He let his big hooked nose face Dumbledore without making a sound.
"You should pay more attention to Miss Pansy Parkinson." With a serious expression, Dumbledore supported the glasses on his crooked nose, sounding a little angry at Snape's tone, "Don't let us The plan and her actions accidentally hurt others."
"Have you ever thought that your request was too much... You take too many things for granted?" Snape retorted with a cadence and straightened his back beside Dumbledore. "Your intelligent brain , Have you ever thought that I don’t want to do this anymore?"
"Have I thought about it, it has nothing to do with this." Dumbledore turned his back to Snape and looked at the sky outside the large attic terrace. "There is no room for negotiation now, Severus, you have already agreed. There is nothing to talk about..."
Snape swung the hem of his cloak with his hand and turned and walked away, but after a few steps, he stopped and asked: "If you make your arrangements go smoothly...you have to plan to deal with Alan Harris. ?"
"I have my own arrangements..." Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and glanced at the expressionless Snape. "Recently, those pure-blood families have started to contact me again, including those who hated me before, who are similar to the Bok family behind them. Knowing that I don’t like them either, so I asked those school managers to come forward and borrowed their name—they hoped that I could drive all Harris out of the UK.

"You are not going to do this." Snape judged blankly.
"Alan Harris, his attitude towards Muggles and half-blood wizards is actually the same as mine. The conflict between me and him comes from a different philosophy..." Dumbledore shook his hands disapprovingly. Len Harris is far away from Hogwarts and needs to cooperate with them as the school manager in order to justifiably avoid the fierce frontal conflict with the Ministry of Magic behind Harris, so that the children in the school do not have to risk the dangerous knowledge. , But what I am willing to do is limited to this. As for the adult wizards who want to study in those so-called temples-they have graduated, and I am not their principal anymore."
"They don't want to see Alan Harris being driven out of Hogwarts, wanting you to completely drive Harris out of England? That's impossible... Such extreme methods will lead to violent conflict, the magic world Not to mention being shocked, you would never want to see Alan Harris become the next Dark Lord..." Snape snorted as his eyes fell on Dumbledore’s dry palm. Do you have the energy and strength to do it, and you would never do it yourself... You are actually very happy with his attitude towards the background of the wizard’s birth? Is it because the Harris family is different from your previous judgment, not just for power? You Think that part of your idea of ​​the Muggle wizard will have an heir after you die? You are still arrogant now that you can let him follow the trajectory you arranged?!"
"I'm too old, Severus, too tired..." Dumbledore still didn't look at Snape, and the motto he had put forward sounded in his heart-all for the greater good.
On the other hand, Ellen, who had also left the school infirmary, took Hermione’s hand and felt the know-it-all's hand was cold. Ellen joked and tried to change the atmosphere: "Hermione, when I came over, I heard Padma say Her sister Parvati saw you in the bedroom by Lavender Brown kissed you several times."
"That's not wonderful! My cheek is cracked!" Hermione did not want to recall the embarrassment of her body under the influence of the ecstasy before. She hit Allen once, and then she noticed the safety of Allen. Ka, asked, "Anka always has an awe-inspiring posture on weekdays~EbookFREE.me~How can I make myself so embarrassed today?"
"Penello is back, you know... Anka and Penello are actually somewhat similar in character... not long after they met, they had a fight in the Auror office of the Ministry of Magic..." Allen thought that the two of them were about to be taken apart. When he dropped out of the Auror office, Alan, who didn't know how to ease the relationship, unconsciously held his forehead. He noticed Hermione's worried look and explained, "Don't worry, their mission in Africa is more than expected. To be successful, it’s just that there have been some episodes. Now I’m in the aftermath. I’ll tell you in detail later.
Anka angrily plucked one of her broken feathers, then let out a crisp cry, and flew from Alan's shoulder to Hermione's head, lying down comfortably in her fluffy hair.
Hermione casually reached out and touched Anka's soft and smooth feathers. Anka's eyes were sharp, and she screamed at Hermione's fingers. For Anka, Hermione was just a bird's nest for her to rest. And as a bird's nest, of course you can't touch its own feathers.
"Be careful." Allen's eyes were quick, and he reached out to block Anka's attack for Hermione, but Anka saw that it was Allen's hand and screamed in dissatisfaction. He didn't peck down, but he was fighting before. Alan, who hadn't helped it in the incident, was a little angry at Anka and turned his head to no longer look at him.
"Sorry Alan, I think of Anka as my Thunderbird Cotton."
"Hermione, I have to go to Sirius. You can go and relax with me. It just happens that you need to help with something." Alan noticed Hermione's recent abnormality and made such a request to her. Then Ai Lun glanced reluctantly at the Anka on her head, knowing that he had to go back to the cake shop.