Chapter 198 Harry beats the professor again

Harry's fist was very heavy, hard enough to wake him up.

He waited until the magic potion took full effect and healed his injuries before he walked out of the old house.

Harry carefully wrapped the ring with Transfiguration. He didn't even dare to throw it into the Sorting Hat. Instead, he took the pocket where the motorcycle was previously stored and put it in it separately, for fear that it would cause any unexpected surprises.

Disaster.

They walked out of the house.

The hat parked obediently in front of the door, and even used the magic spell carried by the motorcycle itself to clean the stains on its body, as if it had always been here, quiet and obedient, and a good motorcycle.

"No one saw it." Harry patted it.

The Sorting Hat immediately replied: "Of course not, I was very careful and pressed the previous one."

Halfway through the sentence, it sensed something was wrong and its voice became flustered: "Hey, Harry, I didn't show off and run around like the little wizard did!"

"Yeah, I know, you've been staying here very well." Harry nodded perfunctorily while helping Dumbledore onto the motorcycle.

"Do you believe what Harry says?" He took a deep breath.

"What happened to Albus?" In contrast, it was more concerned about this matter.

She was also sure that Harry could indeed do something to beat up the principal - he had not beaten up the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year, but now it seemed that he would be transferred to Principal Dumbledore.

She looked deeply at her principal: "Nothing you do will surprise anyone."

When several people looked at it, their expressions were dull at the same time.

"Then get rid of it quickly." Harry urged.

Sprout held his head in his hands: "That's a child, even the mysterious man is no exception. He is already over seventy and can be considered an old man."

"So this is true?" McGonagall frowned, "You were really beaten by Harry. I mean, you really almost did something stupid, what stupid thing?"

Of course, just to control his own desire, almost all his strength was used up, and he seemed somewhat powerless in other aspects.

Dumbledore was startled: "What's the difference?"

Dumbledore sighed, tugged at his beard, and began to reflect, was he really so unreliable?

They were not able to resist this spell as easily as Professor Sprout, but were trapped in it like Dumbledore and Snape, with nostalgia and sigh in their eyes, and even Snape had other emotions that hindered him.

Even if it was just an illusion, like a mirror, he still wanted to see Ariana a few more times.

This spell was clumsy, but the way it was cast was very clever. After a lot of effort, Flitwick broke free of the devil's vine and continued to reach for the ring. Professor Sprout was hesitant to release the bite.

When the cabbage was cooked, Harry solved it and dispersed it into a stream of smoke.

"Don't worry." Sprout nodded, spilled a handful of seeds from his pocket, and waved his magic wand.

"Professor Sprout!" Harry shouted, took out his wand and pointed at the ring.

It slowly opened, revealing the ring inside.

"You know, I'm getting older." Harry also stepped up, carefully closing his feet, "I fell when I was going upstairs and almost knocked my brain out."

Dumbledore's expression was dull. He was still stuck in the fantasy. This time it was slightly better than the last time. He could control his body and not reach out his hand or touch the ring, but he didn't want to get out of the fantasy.

.

It's just that Harry spoke, which makes this matter somewhat credible.

She actually didn't believe that Dumbledore would do such a thing.

And Dumbledore, he persisted like this day after day for more than a hundred years, huddled himself in this small house and did not indulge it.

There was a panicky knock on the door, and before the people in the room could answer, the people outside couldn't wait to open the door and walk in.

He is not weak, he has always been firm.

"At least I can't solve it."

Mag also wants to get involved.

Blue wind chime-like flames surged out, pushing back the devil's ivy little by little, causing them to huddle in the small corner under the chair.

To his surprise, McGonagall and Flitwick also reacted somewhat poorly in front of the ring.

The magical atmosphere is surging.

Harry cast a spell in an attempt to lift the spell on the ring.

"You don't believe me." Dumbledore sighed, sat down by the wall, looked at the Sorting Hat, and shared with Godric his feelings about going out today.

"You are complimenting me." Dumbledore was a little surprised. "This is really rare. I should take a photo as a souvenir."

Dumbledore looked at Harry and said firmly: "Harry, take it out. I promise it won't be like this afternoon."

McGonagall nodded: "Harry has always been very trustworthy, and"

"I think it might be the stomach." The hat flashed its headlights a few times and flew up smoothly, "Do you want to go somewhere else?"

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

As soon as they got in through the window, Dumbledore couldn't wait to speak before he sat down: "Harry, take out the things."

Although the curse was lifted, the black gem still exuded a weak and beguiling aura.

"Go back." Harry said and looked towards Gaunt's old house.

"That's nearly a hundred years of obsession." Harry looked at him and said calmly, "It's really great that you can achieve this level. Now there is only the last step left, and I can't let you fall short."

Controlling desires is the most difficult thing.

"I believe you." Harry shook his head and took out his pocket, "But I don't believe your brain."

Harry looked at Snape, opened the pocket, flicked his wand, and the box flew out.

What is he thinking, what will he think?

The hat took off, and after a whole day of practice, it was completely familiar with its new body, and it flew freely in the air, at high speed but smoothly, at least not like at the beginning, and it would occasionally get stuck by surprise.

Senior Tom was like this, standing at the door, looking up in the direction of Hogwarts.

It's better to stay in school. There are not many opportunities to have unscrupulous fun in a castle like this.

But neither of them had it. They only had aroused desire, and they both stretched out their hands and touched the ring.

"Of course, I am a very responsible hat. Well, now I should say that I am, oh, no, a very responsible motorcycle?" The Sorting Hat muttered, and it was now thinking about self-awareness.

An extremely serious question.

"Minerva?" Dumbledore was a little surprised.

Mag sat down aside and didn't wait long before the other three deans arrived one after another with serious expressions on their faces.

Grow fast!

The seeds ripened immediately, and a large bundle of devil's ivy crawled out and tied up the other professors.

In the principal's office.

After hesitating for a moment, he still picked up Snape among the notified people. Although in his eyes, Snape was no less dangerous than Dumbledore. He might be just like this old man who is more than a hundred years old.

I lost my mind after seeing that ring.

Dumbledore was silent. After a while, he slowly spoke: "I can solve it before it takes effect, but if it takes effect, I don't think there is anything I can do."

His reaction was much more complicated than Harry thought. He was completely different from Dumbledore. There was longing on his face, that kind of eager longing, but it was more regret and guilt. He wanted to raise his hand but didn't dare.

My lips opened and closed, but I just couldn't pronounce the word with those two sounds.

But as the only black magic master in the school, it is necessary to call him here.

"Let's wait until they all come over." Dumbledore nodded.

But it quickly forgot about these things. The Big Four did not leave it with the brain capacity to think about these issues. Besides, whether it was a hat or a motorcycle, as long as it could be shown off to Godric.

Snape looked struggling.

It sounds ridiculous, but it's not impossible.

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, looking at Harry with surprise on his face.

"Something even Albus can't resist."

They have been with Dumbledore for long enough, and they all know more or less some past events, and they all know what kind of person Dumbledore is.

After knowing the past, Harry was even a little embarrassed to scold him again.

in the box.

Professor Sprout had the least reaction, and she got rid of the spell almost quickly.

Dumbledore raised his wand.

"There is a very vicious curse on it." Snape said with a cold face, his face even more ugly. Although he was talking about the situation of the ring, his eyes could not help but fall on Harry, "Whoever wears the ring will be cursed."

Curse hurts.”

"Harry." Dumbledore sighed, with a slight hint of complaint in his tone.
To be continued...