Everyday Players at Hogwarts.

Chapter 582 Due date

Just half an hour had passed.

After the other three schools handed in black cloth bags containing processed liquid grass.

At the Gryffindor table, Dean, who was sitting in the last row, had just finished the final processing and put it into the cloth bag.

Then Professor Pollachi announced the end of the course.

And informed that the next group potions class will be scheduled from 1:00 to 3:00 next Saturday.

The war magic class was also delayed to four o'clock.

As soon as Professor Pollach finished speaking, Krum disappeared in a hurry.

Ron didn't have time to react.

In response, Harry said: "Ron, why don't you just write and explain yourself.

It's always like this, I don't know how long Krum will hide from you."

"No, I don't believe it." Ron took a bite of the chicken leg indignantly.

"Stop it! I think you're just causing trouble for Harry.

Harry is so good at Quidditch that he needs a world-class Quidditch star as a sparring partner.

If only it had been explained earlier, Harry could have played some difficult Quidditch earlier to relax. "Ginny walked over slowly and glared at Ron.

She didn't expect to hear such stupid words from Ron just after she separated from Luna.

What's more, she watched her brother following a man like a pervert all day long.

Does she still want to save face?

And on the other side, Ryan's there.

"I feel like we are more like workers than students. I still don't understand how to make group potions." Hermione said indignantly, glancing at Ryan cautiously out of the corner of her eye.

In her eyes, there is someone who can answer this question.

However, Ryan did not respond.

He just looked at her with his chin in his hand and a smile on his face.

Until he saw her ears turn red and she shyly punched his chest with her little fists.

Ryan then opened his mouth, "Do you think these schools really teach serious knowledge?

At most, they thought the competition was just for teaching purposes.

How could more advanced knowledge be passed on to others?

In the wizarding world, knowledge equals power.

You are concerned about how to make it later.

He will tell it in the end.

You know now how boring it is."

Seeing that Hermione wanted to say something, he waved his hand and a gray light flashed by.

When the two appeared again, they were already at the bottom of the Bermuda Triangle.

In the wizard city called Atlantis.

Hermione immediately put the previous problem behind her.

Ran straight to the library.

Ryan took advantage of Hermione's inattention and created another figure.

Went to Chum bucket restaurant.

He hadn't had a Krabby Patty in almost a week.

On the other side, Harry also said goodbye to Ginny, Ron and others.

We headed to the principal's office - the place where there was a lone stone monster in the corridor on the eighth floor.

"Sour pop," said Harry.

The stone monster jumped aside, and the wall behind it split in two, revealing a movable spiral staircase behind it.

Harry stepped up and followed the stairs as they spiraled around and around, rising higher and higher until he arrived at the door of Dumbledore's office with a brass knocker.

Harry knocked on the door.

"Come in." It was Dumbledore's voice.

The door then opened automatically.

"Good evening, sir," Harry said as he walked into the headmaster's office.

He looked around curiously. This was his first time in the principal's office.

Behind the door there is a tall gilded perch, which I guess is where Fox perches.

But I don't know where it has gone now.

This room, like their dormitory, was domed.

There were also funny little noises and white smoke.

Harry almost thought that Dumbledore was smoking a wooden pipe, but when he looked in the direction of the sound, he found that the smoke and the sound were coming from strange silver objects whose functions were unknown.

They are all placed one by one on the slender table legs.

The walls were covered with portraits of former headmasters and principals, all of whom were snoring softly in their frames.

There was a nasty old man with a goatee he knew.

That was Sirius' great-grandfather.

He had seen it in a frame on the wall of number 12, Grimmauld Place.

Harry quickly looked away.

He didn't want to be ridiculed by this weird old man again.

He looked towards the center of the room.

There was a huge table with claw-shaped legs.

Dumbledore sat in a high-backed chair behind the desk.

He quickly avoided Dumbledore's sharp gaze and looked behind him.

There was a shelf with a tattered, crumpled wizard's hat on it - the Sorting Hat.

He kind of wanted to wear it again.

However, at this time, Dumbledore said, "Well, my little room is not bad, is it?

Harry, this is your first time in my office.

Maybe you are wondering why I should teach you individually.

And why is the other mysterious professor absent? Where did he go?

I will tell you all about it later.”

"I-I say, is that Grindelwald?

And The Quibbler, on it - I'm sorry.

I mean, does this have anything to do with him not coming?" Harry was very annoyed.

He just slipped up.

It was Ron who led him astray!
However, Dumbledore just smiled and said, "Xenophilius has a keen intuition.

Except for Tom and your content, there is no logical problem in it.

It barely touches reality.

I wonder why you are so nervous.

Are you afraid that I will take action?

Harry, I'm just an old man.

Not that much energy.

My morals don't allow me to do that.

The relationship between professors and students is inherently unequal.

In such a relationship, professors should not create any additional weights with students to further tilt the scales.”

"Grindelwald is pregnant?" Dumbledore's tolerance gave Harry the reckless courage he inherited from James Potter a little budding.

"You're - blushing," Harry exclaimed.

"Congratulate me." Dumbledore blinked, "Although I am not prepared to reconcile with Grindelwald.

But he did take the so-called boy-fertility potion.

I think the name is just a gimmick.

It should be called the Transgender Fertility Potion.

After all, in addition to men and men, men and women, and women and women can also give birth to offspring through it.

The only downside is that this potion can only be taken once."

"So, he won't come?

I mean, Mr Grindelwald, when can he -" Harry didn't know whether to continue.

He felt that this was too close to Dumbledore's privacy.

"You want to know when the baby is going to be born.

Like a normal child, about 10 months old," said Dumbledore.

"But didn't Voldemort resurrect this semester?" Harry calculated the time.

"Voldemort will be resurrected around the end of this semester.

That means it will end in June next year.

Almost July.

It will be almost October by then," Dumbledore replied.

(End of this chapter)