LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 86: Principals' debate
It was a sunny, breezy afternoon.
Gryffindor and Slytherin's first-year freshmen are standing on the grass of Quidditch Stadium with enthusiasm...Looking forward to the first flight lesson of their lives.
Many of them have never been exposed to flying broomsticks, while others are looking forward to showing off in front of new students!
A boy who looked about their age ran over from the other side of the Quidditch stadium; he had short dark brown hair and gray eyes, and he looked very delicate.
"Let me know, this flight class is cancelled!" The boy shouted loudly, "Ms. Hooch has encountered something temporarily!"
"What's the matter?" Romida-Wani shrieked.
"It's temporarily cancelled, it's that simple." The boy shrugged at him: "It's changed to Sunday morning!"
After informed the news, the boy had already walked towards the castle.
"He's not kidding me!" Several first-year Gryffindor girls got together and whispered.
"It shouldn't be...it's a quarter past two now, and Mrs. Hooch should have come to class a quarter of an hour ago!"
While talking, Gryffindor and the Slytherin new students walked into the castle in twos and threes.
……
Mrs. Rolanda Hooch appeared on the eighth floor of the castle, in front of an extremely ugly giant stone beast, with a piece of parchment in her hand.
"Password?" Shimon asked almost lazily.
"Scones!" Madam Hooch replied.
An automatic spiral staircase behind the stone beast was opened!
At the end of the spiral staircase is a shiny oak door with a brass knocker in the shape of a lion's eagle head.
Behind the door is a spacious and beautiful round room full of funny little sounds.
"Good afternoon, Rolanda!" Professor Albus Dumbledore took his gaze away from the "Daily Prophet" in his hand and looked at the "intruder."
"Hello, Principal Dumbledore, I'm sorry to bother you!" After Mrs. Hooch's greetings, she quickly showed the parchment in her hand: "These data are all sorted out by a student... and he I also made some comments on Quidditch rules!"
"Really?" Dumbledore's gaze skipped row after row of data, and looked to the bottom of the parchment:
The portraits of the old school principals who were still snoring gently in their respective frames were quickly assembled into a portrait on Dumbledore. Dozens of heads were instantly filled with a frame...
"He's crazy!" Dexter Fosco roared, looking like an angry donkey: "I want to delete the Golden Snitch and the Seeker. He is destroying the Quidditch project. movement!"
This wizard, who served as the principal of Hogwarts in 1642-1711, was an excellent seeker when he was young... He helped the England national team win the World Cup as the captain of the Quidditch World Cup in 1622. , This is the only time the England team has won the championship so far.
"Yes!" Principal Phineas-Black also said angrily: "A second-year Muggle-born student actually dared to propose changes to the Quidditch rules that have been maintained for hundreds of years... He is ignoring The power of tradition! When I become the principal, he will definitely give him a taste of caning!"
"How did you know that he was a Muggle-born second-year student?" Principal Dairis-Dewent asked gently.
"Didn't you see the signature behind...Jon Hart..." Phineas Black gave her a blank look: "Dumbledore mentioned him several times, a second-year mud...!"
"Don't say this word!" Several other principals quickly blocked his mouth with something, and then threw him into a picture frame next door.
"Oh, I saw it!" Dalys-Derwent blinked with a smile: "I also remember him, a very talented Hufflepuff freshman; I support his suggestion, it's interesting and logical... …Actually, as early as September 1755, I had the idea of changing the Quidditch rule..."
"Shut up, Dairis!" Dexter Fosco roared, "Are you trying to destroy Quidditch?"
"Please be respectful, Dexter!" Although Dalys-Dewent is a female streamer, she does not show any weakness.
The two of you started yelling at each other... Phineas Black also seemed to want to join the battle, but his mouth was blocked with a sock and he couldn't speak. .
"Enough!" Dumbledore's roar interrupted their argument.
All the principals returned to their respective portraits, pretending to be asleep again.
"Yes, some very thoughtful suggestions!" Dumbledore turned his gaze to the parchment again: "For example, it is a good idea to equip the batter with a glove and release a protective magic for the goalkeeper... …Right, Dexter?"
Principal Dexter-Fusco reluctantly opened his eyes: "Yes, if it is limited to these two points, it is not bad!"
"As for the other two points, it is worth discussing!" Dumbledore continued: "For example, let's talk about the time limit for the ghost ball to hold the ball, Rolanda, I think you should chase the ball with the captain of each Quidditch team. After discussion, the hands will be promoted in the Quidditch Cup after a buffer period of one or two years after the discussion is passed!"
"What you said makes sense, principal!" Madam Hooch nodded thoughtfully: "Then the last one...about the Seeker and the Golden Snitch."
The entire headmaster's office was suddenly silent. All the headmaster portraits held their breath, secretly staring at Dumbledore's face from the corner of his eyes.
"To be honest, I think this idea is the most interesting and has sufficient theoretical basis!" While smiling, Dumbledore gently waved his fingers. A few thick lines will be about the Seeker and the Golden Snitch. Cross out those lines:
"But even if I am the honorary president of the International Quidditch Federation, I am not qualified to express too much opinion on this...So, whoever makes suggestions, wait for him to solve it by himself in the future!"
Dexter Fosco breathed a sigh of relief.
Daris Derwent snorted and closed his eyes completely.
Dumbledore returned the parchment to Mrs. Hooch: "By the way, Rolanda... After these suggestions made by Mr. Hart, is there any request?"
"Request?" Madam Hooch was taken aback, and then slowly said: "He seems to say...if the proposal is approved...he hopes to receive a special contribution award for this, if possible..."
"Really!" Dumbledore's blue eyes gleamed, and then a piece of parchment flew in front of him.
"No, Albus!" Phineas Black finally got rid of the sock in his mouth, and he wailed: "You can't be so trivial, just issue a special contribution award; this is for every student, The highest honor at Hogwarts that can only be won once in seven years..."
"Maybe our previous judgment criteria are different, Phineas!" Dumbledore said calmly, "In my opinion, these are enough!"
He slowly wrote on the parchment:
"For his outstanding contributions to Quidditch, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com hereby awarded Mr. Jon-Eric-Hart the Hogwarts Special Contribution Award (1993)!
Principal Hogwarts: Albus Dumbledore"
Phoenix Fox fluttered its wings and flew over... She printed a footprint next to Dumbledore's signature.
"Albus, do you need me to contact me and help him make a medal?" Dalys-Dewent asked with a smile.
"No need..." Mrs. Hooch said quickly: "Mr. Hart said he didn't want to over-promote this matter!"
"Okay..." Dairis Dewent looked disappointed.
……
Mrs. Hooch left the office with the award certificate.
Phineas-Black’s mouth was again blocked by a sock, because just now under his anger, he almost uttered the word "mudblood" again.
"Oliver?" Dumbledore looked at the top portrait.
In the portrait of , there is a middle-aged principal with an extremely serious expression in a uniform.
"What's the matter, Albus?" Principal Oliver Cromwell asked calmly.
"I'm not very familiar with the Hogwarts school rules you made..." Dumbledore asked with a smile, "But I'm curious, besides being an honor, does the Special Contribution Award have any other purpose?"
"Hogwarts School Regulations Article 67!" Oliver Cromwell coldly recited: "Students who have made outstanding contributions to any course can be exempted from a whipping penalty by that course teacher!"
"The flogging penalty was cancelled fifty years ago, and now this school rule seems to be changed to one exam exemption!"
"Okay, thank you, Oliver!"
"You're welcome, Albus!"