Volume 9: The reins handed over After Dumbledore wakes up
Dumbledore opened his eyes.
He first stared at the ceiling in confusion, then blinked, and soon his blue eyes regained their original clarity and wisdom.
He sat up from the bed. Even though he didn't know how long he had been unconscious, he still didn't feel any . It was obvious that someone had been helping to take care of his body.
From the surrounding layout and decoration, he quickly recognized that this was the school infirmary of Hogwarts Castle. He looked at the mottled stone wall with some emotion, and even forgot how many years ago he had left here.
He got out of bed and walked out of the infirmary. Outside, a witch dressed as a school nurse was helping a poor boy who seemed to have fallen off a broomstick to straighten his arm. As if this was the inheritance of the Hogwarts school nurse, the witch, like her predecessor, had been scolding the boy for taking such a risky move in his first flying lesson.
Dumbledore watched this scene with a smile. He did not alarm them, or anyone else, and walked out of the school infirmary.
It was a sunny day today. The sunlight shone into the corridor and onto Dumbledore's smiling face.
He was surprised to find that there were so many students in the castle, about two or three times more than before Voldemort occupied Britain. He looked at the students who were rushing to change classrooms during the break, as if he wanted to find a few familiar figures among them.
But even as the oldest child here, Dumbledore still felt that their faces were unfamiliar.
This means that he has been in a coma for at least seven years, and even his students have been replaced.
This discovery made the expression on his face even more interested and curious.
Some of the students who passed by him also looked at him with strange expressions.
"Why, Haas, have you seen this man?"
"No, but don't you think he looks familiar? I do think I've seen him somewhere, but he probably isn't the real person."
"Not a real person? Stop joking. How could it be a person in a portrait? Hurry up, we have to go. Today is Professor Green's class. Don't be late. Otherwise, we will be like last time, unable to find a seat and having to stand."
Dumbledore also heard their conversation, and only then did he realize that the students who had just walked out of the classroom were all gathering in one direction, which was the auditorium on the first floor.
"Professor Green." He repeated the title softly, as if he had thought of something, and his smile became even brighter.
So he changed direction and followed the group of students who were rushing to the auditorium, slowly following them.
After arriving on the first floor, he did not go into the auditorium, but stood outside it and saw that it was already full of students. Some students even had to stand in the aisles because there were no seats left.
But they did not show any impatience or annoyance. Instead, they were all excited and enthusiastically discussing something that even Dumbledore could not understand.
"What will be the topic today?"
"Maybe it's what we didn't finish discussing last time, about the innovation of magic technology and the liberation of thought?"
"That Professor Green said it was too broad. We are just chatting casually now. If we really want to realize it, we don't know how long it will take."
"By the way, a few days ago, someone from the Ministry of Magic secretly issued an education order, trying to stop the large classes. Did you know that?"
"My father wrote to me yesterday and told me that after Professor Green got the education order, he went directly to the Ministry to find the official who signed the education order. He followed the formal procedures and convened the Wizengamot Court. They collectively voted to make the idiot eat the paper he signed and then kicked him out of the Ministry of Magic."
"Humph, some people just won't change their bad habits."
"They are really desperate. If it were someone else, they could just wait and see. But who can wait as long as Professor Green?"
"Then I guess we'll have to wait until every last person in this world dies."
While the students were chatting, a young man who looked similar to the oldest among them walked up to the podium in the auditorium.
When they saw the person coming, there was a cheer in the auditorium and the students seemed to have great respect for this young man.
Dumbledore also saw John standing on the platform. He looked exactly the same as the last time he saw him, still so young, and time had not left any marks on him.
"Okay, okay, it's embarrassing to have this happen every day before class."
The students laughed happily. Jon never put on airs in front of them. He always acted like they were students attending school.
"Before the class starts, I'd like to take this opportunity to tell you a few things. Our castle administrator, Mr. Moody, told me that some people want to imitate Fred and George in the past and experiment with prank props in the corridor. He said he won't stop you from doing it because it's useless. He just wants to remind you that if you don't want to be caught by him in the middle of the night and take a cold bath in the Black Lake, then clean up the corridor as soon as possible after the prank, and he can pretend that nothing happened."
"As for the house-elves in the kitchen, many of them have come to me anxiously, asking if they have done something wrong recently. You people from the Species Equality Association should not go too far. You have successfully let the elves know should be paid as long as they work, which I appreciate very much. But you are starting to act without thinking after achieving a little success. You actually want to incite them to march in the school to oppose the tyranny of wizards. Regardless of whether this is a joke or not, you must reflect deeply on this. All the support funds for the Species Equality Association for the next six months will be deducted, and the leaders above the vice president will work with the elves for free for three months."
"One last thing. The mermaids in the Black Lake also contacted me and said that the people from the school's fishing association have been organizing too many activities recently. You guys always release the fish you catch, but why do you also count the innocent mermaids who came ashore as fish? The mermaids feel that they have been greatly insulted. They decided that in the next month, no fish will be caught by any hooks thrown into the Black Lake. Don't expect me to plead for you. If you don't want to get anything back, go and apologize to those mermaids yourself. I'm busy enough helping you deal with these things every day."
