Chapter 149 The Dark Lord Is Not that Cruel, Right?

Very angry.

But if he made a mistake, he would make a mistake. He couldn't blame others for his lack of knowledge. After quietly putting the study of memory magic on the agenda, William ignored the ridicule from Snape.

It's just a few words, it can't even catch up with the daily greetings of Azkaban prisoners, it's not a big deal!

William didn't even think about comforting himself with the thought that Professor Snape had been bitten by a dog or would be beaten by students in the future - if he made a mistake, he made a mistake. He should study hard, don't make the second mistake, and broaden his exposure to magic. Preoccupying yourself will not help you survive.

What's more, the professors present didn't care about this - after all, William was a young professor, and even if he made mistakes due to lack of experience, he could still be forgiven.

"The influence of the crown?"

Dumbledore thought for a moment, and the bandage on the chair was easily untied.

"Professor Kettleburn, could you please re-describe the feeling of wearing the crown."

"It's great. I feel like I suddenly remembered all the things I had forgotten over the years. My thinking is even sharper than when I was young. I even had two or three wonderful ideas at once -" the old professor laughed. He moved his remaining hands and half of his legs without any complaints, "Even when I was young, I didn't have so many ideas."

"Please be sure not to perform it," Professor McGonagall said with a serious expression, not joking at all. "You are about to retire. If you insist on doing any illegal experiments, the theatrical performance scheduled for Halloween will have to be cancelled."

Theater performance?

Doesn’t it mean that since the incident in the Hogwarts Great Hall, all forms of plays have been strictly prohibited?

William couldn't help but take a breath - what promise did the old professor make to get Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall to approve the Halloween drama?

"Don't worry, Minerva," the professor waved his hand indifferently, "I clearly remember what I promised. Before I retire, I will not think about cultivating novel species on campus. I will leave those interesting ideas to you. Once the first professor is good, the exam questions I have left for his successor will be considered good."

"That would be great," Professor McGonagall's eyes were full of distrust, but the old professor ignored him. He jumped to William's side with his wooden legs in three steps and two steps at a time, and used his only arm to support him. Get on William's shoulder.

"Little William, come on, let's take a look together to see what kind of distorted memory caused you to fail -" the old professor said kindly and began to search among the memory fragments in the basin.

After being processed by Professor Snape with magic, all kinds of memories are performed at a slightly faster or slower speed. If you don't pay attention, you will be dazzled by it, but this does not trouble the original owner of the memory, "Tsk tsk." , I have gone through my previous memories in such a short period of time? What a magical creation."

"Little William, look at this," the old professor said as he took out his wand. After tapping it lightly, the memory fragment expanded dozens of times, turning into a barely visible picture. "I have to say, that crown is really Such an amazing existence, it’s so easy to look up memories.”

The professor muttered while pointing to the characters in the picture to introduce to William, "Look here, Minerva and Albus were still young. Albus was not the principal at that time, and the principal was that one - well, Armando, that's him The re-performance of the play was banned back then, but it has not been successfully revoked now!”

"Ahem," a rather obvious coughing sound came from above, and William noticed that there were piles of oil paintings at the top of the principal's office.

"Professor Kettleburn," an oil painting that looked exactly like the person introduced by the old professor stared at the pensieve, "why don't you tell them why we canceled the drama back then?"

The old professor blushed rarely, "Huh, I'm too lazy to argue with you, Armando, little William, look here."

The old professor clicked on the memory on the screen. It was Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, and a bunch of freshmen. "Here, this is it, Armando's memory before he was expelled. Something terrible happened in the castle at that time. Those Slytherins—"

"Professor Kettleburn!"

Dumbledore, who had not spoken for a long time, became serious, which made the old professor quickly put away the memory scenes.

"Okay, don't worry Albus," the old professor said in a rare soft tone, as if he had been caught in pain.

"Don't worry, little William, I still have a pensieve over there. I'll show you the dog that bit Snape later."

…

William felt that Professor Snape's face twisted - but there was nothing he could do about it. The whole school knew that Snape favored his own students, but as for the old professor, he was born in Hufflepuff and had no interest in Slytherin. I don't like him very much, let alone a professor like Professor Snape who is too biased towards Slytherin students.

"Albus, have you found out anything wrong now?" the old professor asked as if nothing was wrong.

"I'm afraid we're in trouble -" Dumbledore's face was full of curiosity, a look that shouldn't appear on his face. "I don't know who released the magic up there, but the combined magic is getting better and better. I want to be more precise. In my inspection, it has just completely failed to activate the power of demagoguery before, but I have no doubt about its existence."

"Is it because Professor Kettleburn is too strong that he doesn't dare to control it for fear of causing damage to himself?"

William boldly made a guess - if it's wrong, it's wrong. This kind of guess about ancient props, even which guess is wrong is valuable knowledge. Except for the lineup in the principal's office, Ravenclaw's diadem is mentioned in other places. It was all speculation as to whether it was made of gold or silver.

"Unlikely," Dumbledore easily dismissed William's guess. "Although I still don't understand how those magics are hidden, under my inspection, I'm afraid I won't be able to withstand those spells."

"You can't bear it?" William was a little unconvinced, "Even the dead Dark Lord wouldn't have this power, would he?"

"Thank you for your trust, Professor William, but as far as the achievements of black magic are concerned, I'm afraid-" Dumbledore said modestly, but stopped talking, "William, do you still remember when Hai Did Ms. Lina say anything when she gave you the crown?"

"Of course, Professor, she gave the crown to Tom, and now that it's back here, she's going to give it to me—that's how it should be, Professor."

"Minerva, please help me find the enrollment list of students in the past hundred years," Dumbledore quickly ordered, "Professor Kettleburn, please use the pensieve to help me recall that incident, yes. As long as Horace was still there, we had classes together.”

"By the way, Professor William, I'm sorry, I wanted to have a good talk, but now we old guys are going to deal with the old things," Dumbledore smiled gently, and then took out a book from his drawer. Tied feathers.

"Fox sheds a lot of hair - the bonus has to be approved by the school board, but I think you should like these things better than those galleons."

ps: The update speed is a mystery - with such a slow coding speed, how can you repay the huge debt you owe?