122 Chapter 55, the Real Wise Man

December 25

The Daily Prophet

Shocking news at Christmas, the half-king was arrested, and his identity turned out to be the headmaster of Hogwarts, Armando Dippet.

December 26

The Daily Prophet

Hogwarts is caught in the biggest scandal in history. The century-old headmaster blatantly conducted human experiments in the school, causing absolute horror. The pursuit of power by all means is the degeneration of human nature or the distortion of morality. Hogwarts suffered a severe winter of trust, and 978 wizards jointly voted to remove Armando Dippet as headmaster of Hogwarts.

December 27

The Daily Prophet

The principal Armando Dippet, the school doctor Rainer Butebana and all 30 medical staff of the Hogwarts University Hospital were arrested and are currently being detained in the underground prison of the Department of Defense Against the Dark Arts of the Ministry of Magic. In the future, he will accept the Supreme Judgment of the Wizengamot.

December 30

The Daily Prophet

Armando Dippet was dismissed as the headmaster of Hogwarts, and 28 pure-blood families voted publicly to demand strict supervision of Hogwarts. The former Wizengamot presiding judge will be tried a week later, and the ministers of the Ministry of Magic of the Seven Kingdoms will attend the trial.

January 6

The Daily Prophet

Former headmaster of Hogwarts, half-human king Armando Dippet was accused of murder, treason, anti-humanity, planning terrorist attacks, conducting human experiments without permission, and researching Muggle technology without permission, and was sentenced to death. Executed by Azkaban dementors.

January 15

The Daily Prophet

More than a thousand wizarding parents have demonstrated against the British Ministry of Magic, demanding the evacuation of all young wizards from Hogwarts. Twelve school managers will hold an educational meeting at the Ministry of Magic on the 21st to decide the future of the school.

Dumbledore and the heads of the Hogwarts Houses attended the Ministry of Magic to seek a vote for the continuation of the college.

January 22

The Daily Prophet

The half-king incident continued to ferment, and 12 school board members voted jointly, with a vote of 9 to 2, and one of them abstained. The Minister of Magic, Leonard Spencer Moon, promulgated the "Education Act No. 14", and Hogwarts will be permanently closed at the end of this month.

Aglea: "On January 27th, the Minister of Magic Leonard Spencer Moon of the Daily Prophet personally led the Aurors to Hogwarts to supervise the evacuation of Hogwarts students."

Snapped.!

The newspaper in front of him was snatched away and thrown into the trash can next to the hospital bed. A pair of startled girls' faces were revealed behind the newspaper. She had blue eyes and silver hair.

"What are you doing! Hoffa."

Aglaia, who was reading the newspaper, said angrily that she was still reading the newspaper.

"I beg you, will you die if you stay quiet for a minute?" Hoffa said weakly on the hospital bed.

Sixty seconds passed in silence.

Aglaia lay beside Hoffa's bed again, and said, "One minute is up, tell me the story of that night, I'm going crazy."

"You're crazy, I'm going crazy."

Hoffa covered his head with the quilt, and said sadly, "You are the same as Miranda, why don't you just stay in the common room honestly?"

"no!"

Aglea pushed Hoffa hard.

"Hoffa, the school will be closed the day after tomorrow. Everyone is trying to find a way, but you are hiding in the ward alone. No one wants to see you. What is your situation?"

"It's nothing, can't you discuss it after my arm is healed?" Hoffa turned over and turned his back to Aglaia.

"Merlin Beard, your arm has healed a long time ago." Aglaia pointed out sharply, "You have to pack your luggage, what should you do when you go out? Do you want to come to St. Mungo's Hospital?"

"No, you've said it a hundred times."

"Why are you so ignorant, Hoffa?"

Aglaia crossed her arms angrily: "I don't know if I'm helping you?"

"one day."

Hoffa sighed.

"If you want to help me, just be quiet for a day, just don't come to me for a day, let's talk about it tomorrow."

"One day? You said that yesterday, the day before yesterday, and the day before yesterday!"

"Um."

Seeing Hoffa plug his ears with his fingers, Aglaia pouted and kicked the visiting chair away.

"lazy!"

"Well, I'm lazy, you go out." Hoffa said.

"Okay, one day is okay, ten days is not good, a hundred days is fine, you just rot here, really think I care about you? Cut, it's just for the sake of my classmates"

She walked out the door angrily.

boom! !

The door slammed.

Everything finally quieted down, and a needle could be heard in the empty ward. Hoffa sat up in bed, ruffling his hair.

On the bedside table was his wand, a pile of snacks, and a newspaper.

The newspaper was brought to him by Miranda, and the snacks were brought to him by Aglaia.

But he didn't want to touch any of these three things.

He has neither appetite nor any desire for new information. I don't even want to engage in meaningless battles anymore.

He let out a long sigh of relief, rubbed his face, and began to be in a daze.

The clock on the wall was ticking, and it had been a month since that crazy Christmas Eve.

Compared with a month ago, Hoffa has lost ten catties. He was pale and his hair was disheveled.

In the past month, there have been explosive news every day, and shocking news every day. But all this is so pale and powerless to Hoffa, he can't stop it from happening at all.

Because of the school doctor's departure, the entire school hospital was taken away by Aurors, and the Potions teacher left the school for meetings.

Hoffa, who suffered a shoulder injury, lay in the school hospital for a whole month, waiting for the wound to heal itself like an ordinary Muggle.

Fortunately, he has a little common medical knowledge, coupled with the continuous repair in an activated state, this did not make the wound worse.

But the external wound didn't bother Hoffa at all.

What really made him suffer was confusion and loss of purpose, which was more terrifying than any physical injury. He felt like he had fallen into a swamp, and the more he moved, the deeper he sank. The more you struggle, the faster your destruction will be.

Like a ghost floating in a vacuum, all senses have lost consciousness. Only the itching from the wound on his left shoulder from time to time reminded him that life must go on.

He forcibly grabbed the newspaper, just glanced at it, then threw the newspaper away in disgust and bored, and got into the quilt.

The school is closing the day after tomorrow, and he's lost all his leads.

Maybe he shouldn't bother with these shitty things at all, he should leave Hogwarts, go to America to find Joy, find Indo, and find a job there. Maybe he should go out, explore the secret realm meaninglessly every day, and become a prodigal son full of treasures in his pocket and wandering around.

But in the next second, a hand was on his shoulder, interrupting his fantasy.

He thought it was Aglaia who came back to find him, so he shook his shoulders and said in a low voice, "Don't bother me, come back tomorrow."

But the owner of the hand said softly: "Tomorrow is a very dangerous word, Bach."

It wasn't Aglaia, Hoffa was startled, sat up immediately, and looked back.

But he found a tall man standing beside the bed. He wore half-moon glasses and had an auburn beard. Albus Dumbledore entered his room at some point.

"Professor Dumbledore, yes. What's the matter?"

"I am temporarily the head of Ravenclaw House, and I will come and see the injured student. Can't I?"

Dumbledore sat down beside Hoffa's bed.

"how do you feel?"

"It's okay," Hoffa said dryly.

"Really? You are as thin as the goat raised by my younger brother. He often goes out to drink and stays drunk for many days, causing the goat to have nothing to eat."

Dumbledore's joke made Hoffa barely twitch the corner of his mouth, and he asked in a low voice, "Professor, is the school really going to be closed?"

"Probably, yesterday's approval from the Ministry of Magic has arrived, and all students will be evacuated from this school at the end of the month. I persuaded those people in the Wizengamot not to implicate the students, and they believed me."

Dumbledore said lightly, "However, taxpayers will not allow a school under the rule of a war criminal principal. No school can continue to operate under such a crisis of confidence."

His calm words made Hoffa's mouth bitter, as if he had eaten a dozen bitter gourd rinds.

After a moment of silence, Hoffa couldn't help asking:

"Do you think so? Do you also think Principal Dippet is a half-human king?"

"You want to hear the truth?"

asked Dumbledore.

"certainly."

"I do not think so."

Dumbledore shook his head: "I have worked with Armando for more than 20 years. He may be pedantic and rigid, he may not be humble enough, and he may be a little arrogant, but he has never done anything that is not good for the school. The school is everything to him. .”

Hoffa's eyes widened.

Dumbledore paused and sighed:

"But before conclusive evidence, my words are pale. He secretly researched construction technology and conducted human body transformation experiments in private. Unless the real reason is found, he will definitely be imprisoned in Azkaban until he is captured. Ghosts suck souls dry."

After a pause, Dumbledore asked, "Hoffa, I want to know what you think."

Hoffa said weakly: "Why do you ask me, I have done everything I can."

"Because you're a Ravenclaw, and Ravenclaws always have wisdom that ordinary people can't match, don't they?"

"Ravenclaw? Unattainable wisdom."

Hoffa smiled self-deprecatingly: "I don't understand, I don't understand at all."

Dumbledore: "Don't understand what?"

"Why am I in Ravenclaw? Look at me, do I seem to have the extraordinary wisdom that Ravenclaw calls?"

Hoffa said to himself: "I should be in Gryffindor, shouldn't I, everyone thinks I am Gryffindor."

Dumbledore was silent, he squeezed out a few forehead lines, and looked at Hoffa.

"Sorry I can't agree with you."

"What."

Do you still remember when I chatted with you alone last year?

"Orphanage?"

"Hospital, the time you and Joey were injured together. We also faced each other like this."

"So what."

"At first, I also wondered why you are not a Gryffindor, because you look so much like you.

But when I said that the school should expel Joey, you said, I can't judge the right or wrong of the cause by the result. At that time, I knew Ravenclaw was more suitable for you than Gryffindor.

Hoffa, you have the potential to be a true Ravenclaw that IMHO a Gryffindor can't have, and that's justice, and you should believe in yourself. "

"What's the use of justice?"

Hoffa's voice was low and inaudible.

"My original intention was to make life safer for my friends around me. I wanted to protect others. But in the end, I can't change anything. How can I have the wisdom of Ravenclaw?

"ah."

Dumbledore interrupted Hoffa with an exclamation. He leaned back in his chair with a nostalgic look: "Ravenclaw wisdom. By the way, what do you think is wisdom? Hoffa."

"Strong, wise, strategizing, able to see all the fog."

Hoffa said without hesitation.

"Hahahaha~"

Dumbledore froze for a moment, then burst out laughing. He laughed, lifting his glasses and rubbing his eyelids. Hoffa was taken aback by that expression.

"Hoffa, Hoffa, what you're talking about is a job, a job of a Muggle scientist or a military adviser. That's not wisdom, it's just a better brain than ordinary people."

"Is it not wisdom to have a good brain?"

Hoffa couldn't understand.

Dumbledore shook his head: "Do you think King Arthur is smart, or do you think Napoleon is smart?"

Hoffa's eyes widened: "Isn't it?"

Dumbledore tapped Hoffa's chest with his slender fingers, and his voice was low and inaudible:

"Don't be fooled by appearances. Wisdom is a kind of precipitation, a kind of torture, and a kind of responsibility. However, the most important thing is that wisdom is a kind of choice."

Many people, they see the darkness, and they succumb to the darkness.

They live in darkness, and after gaining benefits, they are complacent, and after gaining power, they want to do whatever they want. They even call the means by which they achieve their goals wisdom.

But that's not wisdom, that's stupidity, the ceiling of life.

A man of real wisdom. It's not about how much money you have, how much fame you have, how much power you have, or how much magical power you have.

A true wise man sees the darkness, but chooses the light, even if the light is as weak as a firefly.

Such a person is worth following. A person who is needed by others, a person loved by others, and a person who can unite others is the real wise man. "

Hoffa looked at Dumbledore's finger pointing at his heart, and then at the clear blue eyes under the transparent lens of the other party, and couldn't say a word for a while.

Dumbledore took Hoffa's hand and placed a hard object in his palm: "I think, maybe you can do better."