Vol 2 Chapter 493: Request (modified)

"Stokes Podmore has been arrested, Dumbledore." Professor McGonagall pressed his lips together and reported to Dumbledore.
"He should have escorted Harry to King's Cross that day." Dumbledore's fingers crossed together, his expression serious.
"According to Kingsley, he was captured by the guard of the Ministry of Magic, Eric Munch. Munch discovered that he was trying to pass through a first-class secret gate at 1 am, the one with the prophecy ball of Harry and the mysterious man. That room." Professor McGonagall said solemnly, "I was caught upright, and the evidence is full. I am afraid that there is no way to escape the crime in the trial of Wisengamo."
"The room with that prophecy ball, why did he run there in the middle of the night inexplicably? Could it be that Voldemort wanted to know the prophecy, and what news did Stogee learn?" Dumbledore's finger tapped on the table.
"This situation is indeed abnormal. What kind of consequences will Stogee have to bear?" McGonagall asked with clenched fists.
"Although it did not cause much damage, I am afraid Fudge will let him stay in Azkaban for a while." Dumbledore looked solemn.
"Why didn't Stokey tell us first, brainless and reckless, is it so difficult to send an owl?" Professor McGonagall's eyes flashed, "He has a pile of water plants on his head, Is it also full of water plants?"
"It's hard for Stogee to explain why he broke into the door at such a late hour. In order to keep the secret, he can only refuse to defend himself." Dumbledore leaned heavily against the back of his chair. Redeem.
Without the privilege of not having to listen to the class, Alan feels that a lot of time is wasted in useless places. Of course, he hopes to get more knowledge and inspiration from the professors, but the professors take care of ordinary little wizards. For Allen, all the knowledge points taught are completely mastered and can even extend more content. He is very boring in such a class, and it is a waste of his precious time.
Not only that, but he also needs to complete the homework assigned by the professors. Although he can complete every homework smoothly and in the fastest time in the school, he still needs to spend a lot of time on the assignments for each subject. He has completely mastered the content above.
After attending a course with the little wizards of Ravenclaw for a period of time, Allen can no longer bear to waste time like this. It is a great loss to spend time on the knowledge he has already mastered. .
Therefore, after dinner on that day, Allen rushed to the faculty seat and found Principal Dumbledore. The other professors looked at Allen curiously, and Umbridge slowly ate a steak, as if it were the world. The top delicacy on the list requires a bit of tasting.
"Alan, what are you?" Dumbledore tilted his head, unsure of Alan's intention.
"Principal Dumbledore, I want to apply to you whether I can arrange my time freely like last semester, and I can guarantee that I can score all O in the final OWLs exam." Allen politely saluted and directly stated the purpose. Came out.
"He can do it, Albus. I also think he hasn't learned anything in class. These courses that are too elementary for him are indeed delaying his studies. In fact, I think Alan Now even if you take the NEWT exam in the seventh grade, you can get all O. "Professor Felius Flitwick's sharp voice made Dumbledore's head slightly tilted.
Allen glanced at his dean gratefully, and Professor Flitwick left his seat and came to them.
"I trust your judgment, Filius." Dumbledore shook his hands together in front of him. "But Alan, my dear boy, please forgive me for not being able to agree to this request. The tournament is over. You have to follow the school’s schedule and not break the rules. There are many other outstanding students in Hogwarts history, so I can’t give you this privilege again just because you have excellent grades.

Dumbledore helped his glasses and rejected Alan.
Although Alan was disappointed, he did not continue to persuade him. Since Dumbledore had made a decision and explicitly rejected Alan, it would be futile to entangle him.
Umbridge, who was sitting aside, put down his knife and fork, and his eyes flashed across Alan and Dumbledore.
"Albus, Filius makes sense. Mr. Harris really doesn't need to take these courses. Why did he refuse him?" Professor McGonagall looked at Allen's back and asked in wonder.
"I think he needs to get in touch with the little wizards of the same age through these courses, instead of being alone in the room to study and learn. It is good for him to grow up to communicate with his peers. He almost never came last year. After attending class, he has mastered many dangerous spells in this short period of time. I am worried that he will be overly addicted to black magic and be affected by them, but it is not convenient to tell him directly so as not to arouse him. Antagonism." Dumbledore replied sincerely, he was indeed kind.
"Dumbledore, you always think you are right. Obviously, Alan Harris and you are the same kind of person." Snape's tone was a bit mean, he stood up and left the auditorium, his black robe tumbled behind him With.
That night, Umbridge left the brightly lit castle, disappeared into the darkness in a hurry, and went to Fudge's house.
In the Gryffindor common room, Ron and Harry immersed in their astronomy coursework. Gryffindor trained during the day, so neither of their homework has been completed yet.
At this moment, there was a sharp, short owl call from outside the window, and both Harry and Ron looked up. A beautiful long-eared owl stood on the window sill, staring at Ron in the room.
"Is this Hemes?" Harry asked, surprised.
"Oh my God, that's it!" Ron whispered, dropped the quill, and stood up. "Why would Percy write to me?"
He walked over to open the window, and Hemes flew in and landed on Ron's paper, with a leg outstretched with a letter tied to it. Ron decoded the letter, and the owl flew away immediately, leaving ink footprints on Ron's Io.
"Yes, this must be Percy's handwriting." Ron said, sitting back on the chair and staring at the lines outside the parchment scroll: Hogwarts, Gryffindor College, Ron Weiss Lai.
Ron opened the parchment roll and looked at it. His eyes swept down the parchment line by line, his brows frowning tighter and tighter.
"Dear Ron: I just heard (from the Minister of Magic himself, he heard what your observer Ms. Umbridge said) you have become a prefect of Hogwarts...very I regret that I did not see you often during the summer vacation. I am very reluctant to criticize our parents, but if they continue to mix with the dangerous people around Dumbledore, I am afraid I will never be able to live under the same roof with them again. (If you write to your mother when you write, you might as well tell her that there is a man named Stogee Podmore, a close friend of Dumbledore, who was recently arrested for trespassing the Ministry of Magic. Maybe this will happen. Let them see what kind of criminals they are currently dealing with~EbookFREE.me~ I think I was very lucky to get rid of the shame of being with this group in time-the minister is really magnanimous to me-therefore I sincerely hope and request you, Ron, my brother, and you don’t let your family’s affection blind you to the wrong nature of our parents’ beliefs and behaviors. I sincerely hope that they will recognize them one day I was wrong. Of course, when that day comes, I will be willing to accept their sincere apology... Maybe you dare not sever ties with Potter-I know he may be insane, and as far as I know, there are Violent tendencies-if you do have concerns in this regard, or find that Potter’s behavior still makes you feel uneasy, I implore you to talk to Ms. Dolores Umbridge, she is a very cute Easy-going woman, I know she must be happy to give you some advice..."
After reading the letter, Ron had a look of disgust on his face. He handed the letter to Harry.
Harry quickly scanned the letter and looked up at his red-haired friend.
"Well," Ron said, trying to make the voice sound as if he thought the whole thing was very ridiculous, "If you want to—uh—how do you say?"—He looked at Percy’s letter—" Oh, yes-to'cut off relations' with me, I swear I will never be violent."
"Return the letter to me," Ron stretched out his hand and said, "He is--" Ron said impulsively, tearing Percy's letter in half, "In the world--" He tore the letter into four. Pieces, "The biggest—" He tore the letter into eight pieces, "Fool." He threw the scraps of paper into the fire.
"Come on, we have to finish this stuff before dawn." The red-haired boy said to Harry briskly, and brought Professor Sinista's paper to him again.