A day at Hogwarts.

Chapter 538 What Happened
The fourth match of the Triwizard Tournament was getting closer and closer, and the students were talking about it.

Charles suddenly discovered that something was not quite right with the professors these days, and they would occasionally become distracted, except for Snape.

That night, Charles finished painting an eggplant in the studio and on his way back to the common room, he found ghosts running around.

"We found Charles!"

It was the first time that Charles saw the Bloody Baron so anxious and nervous.

He asked in confusion: "What happened?"

The ghosts are in such a mess, yet they still want to find me. Could it be that Peeves is making too much trouble and they want me to slap him?

At this time, Peeves came out from the floor, also very anxious, and said to Charles, "Follow me!"

He sank into the floor after he finished speaking.

Charles curled his lips. Apart from himself, no one else could keep up with Peeves like this.

He also crawled through the floor and followed Peeves downstairs, where some ghosts were gathered together, whispering about something.

"Shh!" Peeves told Charles to be quiet and pointed to the other end of the corridor.

Charles vaguely heard a sobbing sound, and the voice sounded a little familiar.

He thought that some student was being bullied, so he went over quietly and found that it was Professor McGonagall wiping her tears.

Is this okay? !
Charles went over immediately and asked anxiously, "Professor, what happened? Did someone bully you?"

He could first rule out the possibility that it was the old man's fault, as the old man had just mentioned in his communication notebook that he wanted to prepare an Easter egg or something.

No wonder the ghost and Peeves are so nervous. If this matter is not resolved, it will be a disaster if the old man is invited.

Professor McGonagall touched the corner of her eye and said with all her strength, "It's okay. Some sand just blew into my eye."

Charles said, "Professor, I'm not stupid."

Professor McGonagall hesitated, then said, "Come with me."

Charles followed her to her residence, brewed a pot of tea at the tea cabinet, and put it on the coffee table while she was still in a daze.

"Thank you."

Professor McGonagall picked up the teacup and took a sip, and then the tea seemed to replenish her eyes, and tears suddenly flowed out again.

Charles asked, "Did my grandfather bully you?"

He suddenly found a GIF photo of Professor McGonagall and the old man on a cabinet, with Farbottom Castle in the background.

"It's not Jack." Professor McGonagall wiped her tears and said, "It's Albus..."

Charles didn't understand. Dumbledore bullying Professor McGonagall was even more outrageous than Snape singing "May you live long and prosper" and bringing a birthday cake to Harry on his birthday.

Professor McGonagall said, "Albus is...about to leave."

Charles was startled. Could it be that Snape had taken action?

Professor McGonagall continued, "Aberforth said that in the past few nights, Albus went to him for a drink and talked about his childhood... This had never happened before..."

"You are still young, you don't know. When you are our age, you will know that you are about to die, and you will...you will say goodbye to your loved ones..."

Charles was silent.

He thought, if his guess was correct, Dumbledore should be preparing to write his memoirs.

The next morning, everyone went to the cafeteria to have breakfast as usual.

Dumbledore greeted the professors as usual, but they all gave him the cold shoulder.

Madame Maxime frowned. What the hell was going on at Hogwarts? Was there something wrong internally?
Breakfast was served quickly. Everyone had rich food in front of them, but Dumbledore only had a glass of water in front of him.

Madame Maxime's brows furrowed even more. Could this be a sign that things were going to change at Hogwarts?
She thought about it all morning until lunchtime.

Everyone's plates were full, and they were talking and laughing while eating. There was only one bean on the plate in front of Dumbledore. He didn't understand what was going on for a moment. In the morning, he thought it was a kitchen mistake, but now it seemed to be intentional.

He picked up the beans with his fork and carefully cut them into thin slices with his knife, then ate them as if they were a delicacy.

Madame Maxime felt that something was really going to happen at Hogwarts.

Some students discovered this situation.

Hermione whispered, "Did you notice that Professor Dumbledore has no food today?"

Many people nodded.

Charles said seriously: "He eats too many sweets so he has to go on a diet."

"You should also be careful. If you eat sweets again, you will become like him."

Everyone thought what he said made sense.

Hermione pouted and said, "Then I'll just eat sweets."

At dinner time, Dumbledore stared at the plate in front of him in silence. The piece of toast was as thin as scotch tape, and you could see the other side. It took many years of knife skills to master this skill.

He looked around and saw that the other professors' food was more sumptuous than usual.

At this moment he realized that he was in trouble.

Fortunately, there are a lot of sweets in the office. Not eating for a day will cause a lot of problems.

When he returned to the principal's office, he saw that the open dessert cabinet was empty and two phoenixes were burping.

He tried to order food using the Dancing Grass tablecloth, but it came up with a "404 not found."

Dumbledore knew that he was in big trouble.

It would be a good idea to go find Charles now.

Charles was in the studio tonight, too, and so was Fleur, and they were talking quietly in French.

Dumbledore didn't want to eavesdrop on the young people's conversation, so he went to the Hog's Head Inn.

Tonight Aberforth acted as if he didn't see his brother. No matter how Dumbledore spoke to him, he didn't respond.

Dumbledore was scratching his head. What happened today?
He had no choice but to go to the Three Broomsticks Bar, but someone had cast an extremely powerful spell on the door, and as soon as he entered, he walked out the next door.

The magic is extremely vicious. If it is cracked, the entire bar will explode, a bit like Grindelwald's style.

Dumbledore had no choice but to go to number 3 Privet Drive and prepare a bowl of instant noodles.

The problem was that there was no water in the kitchen, the refrigerator was empty, and I felt my pockets and found that I had no money. Vernon next door was not around and it was not easy to disturb him, so it seemed that I could only eat the food.

In the darkness of the street, Jack whispered, "Is this going too far?"

Grindelwald gnashed his teeth and said, "Excessive? How could he have done anything excessive?"

"If Charles didn't know what was going on, God knows how much trouble it would cause!"

Jack sighed, somewhat understandingly. If Charles or Minerva suddenly acted without warning as if they were going to start making arrangements for their funeral, he would go crazy, too.

Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer and said, "Forget it, I'd better go over and talk to him clearly."

Grindelwald gritted his teeth and said, "Don't spoil him too much. Wait until he finishes eating."

"Charles told him to let others know him and his thoughts, but he made a mistake in the first step. He must learn his lesson!"

"You don't know that if there is no authoritative autobiography or biography left behind, people will dump garbage on his head as soon as he dies!"

"I have experience with this. Before I died, someone spread a rumor that I slept with a hundred women in one night."

Jack calculated the average time and nodded. It was indeed hurtful. What's more, this guy didn't like women, which made it even more hurtful.

(End of this chapter)