"Barnabas..."

Dumbledore and Anna came to the "Troll Stick Beats Barnabas" hanging screen, and the troll above kept beating Barnabas again. The people came to work harder, and Barnabas let out a pitiful cry of pain.

"Barnabas is the head of the troll rights group and the organizer, but he doesn't care too much about the rights of trolls," Dumbledore stopped to look at the beaten Barnabas, "he took the trolls with him. Playing around, maybe it's more fitting that he's running a troll circus."

"He came to Hogwarts with trolls and wanted to present a wonderful show, but, as Professor Cui Laoni said in the divination class, \'It's all destiny\'—"

"Barnabas's usual flowers were all used up, so he had a whim to enrich the scene with flowers from Bubble Pods."

"But he didn't know that the trolls were allergic to the pollen from the Bubble Pods, but he used the trolls as money-making tools, so the top three performance accidents in Hogwarts history happened."

Dumbledore looked away from Barnabas and continued to walk forward, "The troll fell without warning, the professors were too late to react, and none of the four tables in the auditorium were spared... The school hospital was full. Little wizards, and some of them were sent to St Mungo's, what a disaster."

"Barnabas was unlucky and was crushed to death by the troll's thigh almost instantly," Dumbledore shook his head, "After the farce, the angry headmaster asked someone to draw a picture of Barnabas and hang it in the headmaster's room. The corridor outside is enough to relieve his anger, because this incident almost caused him to lose his position as the principal and become a laughing stock."

"Hogwarts had to suspend classes for nearly a month, which is the longest suspension on record, much longer than the one caused by Peeves."

Unexpectedly, there is such a story behind this portrait. Anna touched her chin, remembering that Barnabas had mentioned that those trolls were still in the Forbidden Forest, and she was a little puzzled, "Headmaster Dumbledore, what happened to those trolls in the end? deal with it?"

"Troll?" Dumbledore pondered, "I don't know that very well. Someone from the Ministry of Magic should have come to take it away..."

"Don't worry, there's no way the Ministry of Magic would take any trouble and just leave those monsters who can dance ballet anywhere, right?" Dumbledore took Anna to a hanging screen.

It was a portrait of a giant dragon, with sharp teeth and spread wings. It looked very imposing. Dumbledore put his wand on the dragon's forehead, and then pulled Anna into the painting.

Soon Anna stepped on the soft carpet.

The sweetness of the candy, mixed with the aroma of black tea, suppressed the faint smell of books. As soon as the painting came out, you could see the wooden table placed in the center of the room, as well as the running around on it. \'cockroach\'.

The room is a perfect circle, which makes the headmaster's office look very mathematically symmetrical. "Come here for the first time, headmaster's office," Headmaster Dumbledore happily asked Anna to sit on the small red fabric sofa.

It's not the first time I've come here. Who has nothing to do to wander around in the principal's office?

Anna smiled, "Yeah, Headmaster Dumbledore, this place looks... comfortable..." Anna looked at the paintings on the red European-style wallpaper wall.

Good guy, dozens of hanging paintings, large and small, immovable ones, portraits in different costumes, pirate costumes, cuckolds, medieval dresses... But the same is that they all stared at the headmaster with wide eyes The position of the table showed a smile, as if urging the current principal to work hard and not to be lazy.

The moving portraits all narrowed their eyes and pretended to be in a deep sleep, but that headscarf headmaster! You have already betrayed you by secretly taking the wizard chess off the chess table with your eyes closed!

"It's quite comfortable. This headmaster's room has already provided high-quality office services for dozens of Hogwarts headmasters," Dumbledore waved, and a cute teapot and a pot floated over from the shelf on one side. Juice in a glass bottle, "Tea, or orange juice?"

Dumbledore was like a little kid entertaining friends. He wanted to take out all the good things. He seemed to remember something. He waved again, and a bottle of black liquid floated over from another shelf. "It's you. Want to try this, it should be called... Coke?"

"It was originally made for Professor Jacob from America...cough, but I was fascinated by it after I tried it," Dumbledore patted the Coke bottle, "Muggles really enjoy it, they often drink Coke The magic potion that heals people's hearts, and Lemon Snow Treasure Candy, in my opinion, it is also a kind of snack comparable to \'cockroach pile\'..."

"Cough," came the coughing sound from a portrait of a woman in a therapist's costume on the wall.

Headmaster Dumbledore stopped the topic of 'junk food' in time, "It's not very suitable for drinking tea at night, it's easy to excite the nerves, and the magic will be disturbed - then let's have some Coke?"

"Of course," Anna is very happy, who doesn't love Happy Water?

Seeing the picture of the therapist on the wall, she closed her eyes and moved her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but she still couldn't say it.

Dumbledore controlled the cola to pour accurately into a delicate ceramic teacup. "Speaking of which, there was a Gryffindor child who liked these things in the Muggle world."

"Sirius Black," Dumbledore looked a little emotional, "It's been so many years..."

Damn, why did you mention Sirius again? Anna's hand to take the cola paused slightly, but she took it without changing her face, and drank the happy water, "I'm not familiar with him, Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Of course, many people are not familiar with him. They only know how many people he killed and how many bad things he did," Dumbledore smiled and took out a copy of the Evening Prophet from the shelf and handed it to Anna, "but I hope you can read this report."

Principal, I'm here to conduct academic research, not to read the newspaper. Anna has no choice but to take the evening paper. Forget it, after drinking the happy water, I have to give this face.

\'Take you into Azkaban: Analysis of the most ferocious fugitive in history\'

\'... Sirius Black, the only member of the Black family who went to Hogwarts Gryffindor House, broke the tradition of everyone in the Black family studying Slytherin. Some people think that the tradition was broken , but maybe such an anomaly is also a sign of something bad...\'

\'...According to some unnamed wizards of the same class as Black, Sirius Black showed extreme violent tendencies at a young age, often pinching toad's eyes in potions class, or chasing escaped Rabbit, and growled...\'

\'..."He was just as horrible as his friends, and I knew there was going to be a problem," said S, a wizard who was a classmate of Black's, and who was troubled by the pranks of Black and his companions in his early years. Nothing bad is too much"...\'

\'... This poor wizard S looks very decadent, lives alone in Spider End Alley, and has a somewhat grumpy personality. He has been haunted by the shadows of his childhood, and he often wakes up from nightmares crying to this day. As cloudy as the weather in the UK, unfortunately, he later declined our interview...\'

This new wizard S who was crying from a nightmare... um... Anna rubbed her head and frowned. It's definitely not Professor Snape, right? It's ridiculous...

\'...Rita Skeeter will continue to report for you...\'

Rita Skeeter? Anna's brows loosened. No wonder, what she said was ten and eight false.

"Looks like you've seen the Witcher S part," Dumbledore stroked his beard~lightnovelpub.net~ That's your Headmaster, Professor Snape, but when Ms. Skeeter found him He didn't say anything and cried and couldn't sleep..."

"Professor Snape didn't speak to Ms. Rita Skeeter at all, oh, to be precise, he said something, like \'Get out of my sight\', \'Get out of my house\' or something like that. ."

Dumbledore laughed, "Professor Snape was really **** when he saw this report, he turned around and went back to the lab to work on potions. If Ms. Skeeter dared to appear in front of him, she probably wouldn't. It was great."

Anna put down the newspaper and felt that Ms. Skeeter's "continuous report" was really annoying, and she had to find a way to exterminate the insects.

Dumbledore placed a plate of cockroaches on the small table in front of Anna, indicating that she was welcome, "Miss Skeeter got the news from somewhere that the two of us had been there a few days before Sirius escaped from prison. Zkaban visited, so with her keen sense of news, she hit me."

Dumbledore didn't seem to care. "She took a stab at her sword. Instead of doubting Voldemort, she turned her eyes to the poor old man and a harmless little girl."

Anna swallowed.

"Ms. Skeeter has caught me at the recent candy show, but her interview didn't go well. Unfortunately, she didn't get the information she wanted..."

"So—maybe she'll do whatever she can to interview you, Anna," Dumbledore grinned, "although Sirius' escape has nothing to do with us, beware of the crazy and charming Sirius. Miss Kitt's merciless quill..."

"By the way, this matter really has nothing to do with us, right?"

"Yes," Anna said without hesitation.