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**Chapter 127: The Joys and Sorrows of Humans Are Not Interconnected**
2022-07-14 Author: I'm Just a Pigeon
Staff Room.
William sat in his usual spot, his upper body slumped on the table, feeling neither joy nor sorrow.
“What’s wrong, William?” Adams’s voice was brimming with joy—he had just dominated at card playing, winning a small pile of snacks.
“Preserved fruit? Candy? Biscuits?”
Without waiting for William to respond, Adams piled the snacks on the table and started picking through them, asking.
“Just leave me be. I’ve just suffered a disaster—” William lifted his head, his voice weak and listless.
Just in the past two hours, he had truly suffered a disaster, only slightly less severe than returning to Azkaban for another stroll.
Professor Lockhart, who had been assigned by Professor McGonagall to be his guide, had spent two hours incessantly boasting, making him realize that such people truly existed in the world. He had seen plenty of people boasting, but this was the first time he had encountered someone who could boast for two hours straight without stopping!
‘Even people who’d had too much alcohol at the dining table weren’t this outrageous!’
William thought weakly, incidentally pulling out a bag of candied pineapple from the pile of snacks. He finally understood why the senior professors at the dining table would quickly finish their meals and leave after seeing Professor Lockhart.
“Got it? Then I’ll distribute them to others—” Adams, beaming, began to redistribute the snacks, leaving William, who was temporarily recovering a bit of his strength through the preserved fruit and his complaints.
William swallowed a bite of preserved fruit with satisfaction, staring at Adams’ departing back, and offered him a sincere blessing—he hoped that Adams’ admiration would not be shattered before Professor Lockhart left school.
Honestly, that wish might be difficult to achieve, after all, Professor Lockhart wouldn’t even let a new professor like him off the hook once he got the chance.
Biting into another piece of preserved fruit, William began to ponder the rooster incident that had troubled him for an entire week.
Although he still felt a little uneasy, the matter had already been handed over to Professor McGonagall, and the professor’s intention to send people away was very clear. He could naturally see that.
‘I hope the professor can catch the culprit and properly resolve this matter.’
William had great confidence in Professor McGonagall—if she could manage so many Gryffindors so obediently, what other problem could possibly stump the Deputy Headmaster?
——
“Alright, our conversation for today ends here. You may go.”
Professor McGonagall’s voice was as steady as ever, but the student sitting opposite her at the table seemed to have been granted a pardon, muttering a happy greeting and quickly leaving the office.
This situation made the professor even more unhappy.
Today could be said to be her most unhappy day since becoming Head of House for Gryffindor—she had subtly interviewed thirty students, but after nearly four hours of conversation, she had gained nothing!
Normally, even if these children were mischievous and troublesome, they would immediately become well-behaved upon entering the office. This was the first time they had kept secrets like this, refusing to speak.
Trouble doesn't just disappear into thin air—William was no longer troubled, so the trouble had transferred to her.
‘Those who returned should be able to convey the seriousness of the matter. Additionally, I should consider applying some protective charm to Hagrid’s chicken coop.’
The professor rubbed her throbbing forehead. She hoped the matter would stop here and not escalate further—currently, the matter was no longer a simple chicken killing incident. A mere attack on the common room guard was already a very serious disciplinary incident. If it continued to develop, she would regrettably have to issue her first expulsion notice of the year.
——
The joys and sorrows of humans are not interconnected—Gryffindor was holding a small banquet.
Professor McGonagall calling so many people out at once obviously couldn’t be kept a secret from anyone. After the second interviewed student returned, the entire common room had already spread the news of the incident.
Just like when Harry and Ron received a hero’s welcome after crashing their flying car into a tree, the Gryffindors began eagerly spreading the news of this incident—although Professor McGonagall had concealed some details, fearing someone might try to imitate the attack on the Fat Lady’s portrait, everyone quickly guessed at the two consecutive chicken killing incidents.
Facing the spontaneous gathering of so many students, even the Prefects were somewhat helpless—to be precise, most of the Prefects were also having a great time.
Harry and Ron also squeezed into the crowd, watching one upperclassman after another enter, receiving a hero’s welcome.
“Harry,” Ron pulled Harry closer and whispered, “I keep feeling like a Howler is going to come flying out of somewhere.”
“Didn’t they say they haven’t really found out yet?” Harry dodged the bustling crowd, his voice filled with barely suppressed happiness.
He thoroughly enjoyed the merriment before him, especially since the culprit and the focus of the incident were not on him, allowing Harry, who had been tormented by Lockhart recently, to breathe a huge sigh of relief.
“I think it’s Fred and George. Professor McGonagall must have gotten something wrong, otherwise, the problem would have been solved long ago.”
Ron had no trouble selling out his brothers. He peered into the crowd—perhaps the next ones to return would be Fred and George, having been caught.
Harry didn’t respond. Although he also thought it might be the Weasley Twins, he couldn’t so righteously shift the blame to them.
“Hey, Harry, look, those two!”
Ron nudged Harry and gestured with his hand towards a corner of the common room.
It was Fred and George, along with a large group of fourth and fifth-year students. They had slightly separated from the celebrating group, and were quietly whispering about something.
Before Harry could respond, Ron pulled him and squeezed towards them.
“Good evening, Harry.”
Fred greeted them cheerfully, then his gaze drifted to the entrance of the common room, holding a small notebook and seemingly recording something.
“What are you doing?”
“A secret.”
George replied to Ron with the simplest possible answer.
Just then, a wave of enthusiastic cheers suddenly erupted from the crowd.
Everyone quickly turned their gaze, Ron and Harry were no exception—and then their mouths nearly dropped open.
“Hermione? You’ve got to be kidding!”
Ron heard George mutter a curse under his breath, but George quickly wrote down another name in his notebook.
However, he no longer cared about that notebook—numerous Gryffindors began praising Hermione for finally acting like a true Gryffindor.
“Thinking about it—it’s actually quite possible. Harry and Ron came to school in a flying car, she also created a big news story.”
Harry heard someone whispering, and then George and his group started writing and drawing in their small notebook again.
But he couldn’t pay attention to that now. Harry pulled Ron and squeezed towards Hermione.
Fortunately, there were quite a few people being interviewed today, so Hermione was easily pulled out.
“Why are you here too?”
Hermione’s face showed a complex expression—a mixture of happiness and anger, like simultaneously discovering your house was being demolished while also learning your rival next door’s house was being demolished alongside it.
“The professor said I was a very excellent student, and was quite concerned about my recent learning development.”
(end of chapter)
2022-07-14 Author: I'm Just a Pigeon
Staff Room.
William sat in his usual spot, his upper body slumped on the table, feeling neither joy nor sorrow.
“What’s wrong, William?” Adams’s voice was brimming with joy—he had just dominated at card playing, winning a small pile of snacks.
“Preserved fruit? Candy? Biscuits?”
Without waiting for William to respond, Adams piled the snacks on the table and started picking through them, asking.
“Just leave me be. I’ve just suffered a disaster—” William lifted his head, his voice weak and listless.
Just in the past two hours, he had truly suffered a disaster, only slightly less severe than returning to Azkaban for another stroll.
Professor Lockhart, who had been assigned by Professor McGonagall to be his guide, had spent two hours incessantly boasting, making him realize that such people truly existed in the world. He had seen plenty of people boasting, but this was the first time he had encountered someone who could boast for two hours straight without stopping!
‘Even people who’d had too much alcohol at the dining table weren’t this outrageous!’
William thought weakly, incidentally pulling out a bag of candied pineapple from the pile of snacks. He finally understood why the senior professors at the dining table would quickly finish their meals and leave after seeing Professor Lockhart.
“Got it? Then I’ll distribute them to others—” Adams, beaming, began to redistribute the snacks, leaving William, who was temporarily recovering a bit of his strength through the preserved fruit and his complaints.
William swallowed a bite of preserved fruit with satisfaction, staring at Adams’ departing back, and offered him a sincere blessing—he hoped that Adams’ admiration would not be shattered before Professor Lockhart left school.
Honestly, that wish might be difficult to achieve, after all, Professor Lockhart wouldn’t even let a new professor like him off the hook once he got the chance.
Biting into another piece of preserved fruit, William began to ponder the rooster incident that had troubled him for an entire week.
Although he still felt a little uneasy, the matter had already been handed over to Professor McGonagall, and the professor’s intention to send people away was very clear. He could naturally see that.
‘I hope the professor can catch the culprit and properly resolve this matter.’
William had great confidence in Professor McGonagall—if she could manage so many Gryffindors so obediently, what other problem could possibly stump the Deputy Headmaster?
——
“Alright, our conversation for today ends here. You may go.”
Professor McGonagall’s voice was as steady as ever, but the student sitting opposite her at the table seemed to have been granted a pardon, muttering a happy greeting and quickly leaving the office.
This situation made the professor even more unhappy.
Today could be said to be her most unhappy day since becoming Head of House for Gryffindor—she had subtly interviewed thirty students, but after nearly four hours of conversation, she had gained nothing!
Normally, even if these children were mischievous and troublesome, they would immediately become well-behaved upon entering the office. This was the first time they had kept secrets like this, refusing to speak.
Trouble doesn't just disappear into thin air—William was no longer troubled, so the trouble had transferred to her.
‘Those who returned should be able to convey the seriousness of the matter. Additionally, I should consider applying some protective charm to Hagrid’s chicken coop.’
The professor rubbed her throbbing forehead. She hoped the matter would stop here and not escalate further—currently, the matter was no longer a simple chicken killing incident. A mere attack on the common room guard was already a very serious disciplinary incident. If it continued to develop, she would regrettably have to issue her first expulsion notice of the year.
——
The joys and sorrows of humans are not interconnected—Gryffindor was holding a small banquet.
Professor McGonagall calling so many people out at once obviously couldn’t be kept a secret from anyone. After the second interviewed student returned, the entire common room had already spread the news of the incident.
Just like when Harry and Ron received a hero’s welcome after crashing their flying car into a tree, the Gryffindors began eagerly spreading the news of this incident—although Professor McGonagall had concealed some details, fearing someone might try to imitate the attack on the Fat Lady’s portrait, everyone quickly guessed at the two consecutive chicken killing incidents.
Facing the spontaneous gathering of so many students, even the Prefects were somewhat helpless—to be precise, most of the Prefects were also having a great time.
Harry and Ron also squeezed into the crowd, watching one upperclassman after another enter, receiving a hero’s welcome.
“Harry,” Ron pulled Harry closer and whispered, “I keep feeling like a Howler is going to come flying out of somewhere.”
“Didn’t they say they haven’t really found out yet?” Harry dodged the bustling crowd, his voice filled with barely suppressed happiness.
He thoroughly enjoyed the merriment before him, especially since the culprit and the focus of the incident were not on him, allowing Harry, who had been tormented by Lockhart recently, to breathe a huge sigh of relief.
“I think it’s Fred and George. Professor McGonagall must have gotten something wrong, otherwise, the problem would have been solved long ago.”
Ron had no trouble selling out his brothers. He peered into the crowd—perhaps the next ones to return would be Fred and George, having been caught.
Harry didn’t respond. Although he also thought it might be the Weasley Twins, he couldn’t so righteously shift the blame to them.
“Hey, Harry, look, those two!”
Ron nudged Harry and gestured with his hand towards a corner of the common room.
It was Fred and George, along with a large group of fourth and fifth-year students. They had slightly separated from the celebrating group, and were quietly whispering about something.
Before Harry could respond, Ron pulled him and squeezed towards them.
“Good evening, Harry.”
Fred greeted them cheerfully, then his gaze drifted to the entrance of the common room, holding a small notebook and seemingly recording something.
“What are you doing?”
“A secret.”
George replied to Ron with the simplest possible answer.
Just then, a wave of enthusiastic cheers suddenly erupted from the crowd.
Everyone quickly turned their gaze, Ron and Harry were no exception—and then their mouths nearly dropped open.
“Hermione? You’ve got to be kidding!”
Ron heard George mutter a curse under his breath, but George quickly wrote down another name in his notebook.
However, he no longer cared about that notebook—numerous Gryffindors began praising Hermione for finally acting like a true Gryffindor.
“Thinking about it—it’s actually quite possible. Harry and Ron came to school in a flying car, she also created a big news story.”
Harry heard someone whispering, and then George and his group started writing and drawing in their small notebook again.
But he couldn’t pay attention to that now. Harry pulled Ron and squeezed towards Hermione.
Fortunately, there were quite a few people being interviewed today, so Hermione was easily pulled out.
“Why are you here too?”
Hermione’s face showed a complex expression—a mixture of happiness and anger, like simultaneously discovering your house was being demolished while also learning your rival next door’s house was being demolished alongside it.
“The professor said I was a very excellent student, and was quite concerned about my recent learning development.”
(end of chapter)
