bioinnovel Chapter 134 He left, but didn't really leave.
Chapter 134 He left, but didn't really leave.
Chapter 134 He left, but didn't really leave.
Who would have thought that Belvina had such a fickle face, turning on people and resorting to violence so easily?
Lucius Malfoy, having suffered a loss, was unwilling to let it go so easily. With a bang, he drew his wand and pointed it directly at Belvina.
With a twisted, grotesque expression, Malfoy flicked his wrist, and magical light illuminated the circular office, giving Dumbledore and Snape no chance to utter a sound.
Lucius Malfoy is going to settle all his old scores and new grudges this evening!
She was very good at calculating, but unfortunately, Belvina wasn't an abacus bead and wouldn't let herself be manipulated at will.
Belvina held her wand horizontally in front of her, blocking left and right, and all the spells Malfoy cast vanished without a trace.
In the blink of an eye, Belvina and Lucius clashed, casting spells at each other. The circular room was thrown into chaos as the phoenix Fawkes flapped its wings and left the gilded perch.
However, even faster than Belvina's change of heart was Lucius Malfoy's rapid fall from grace.
Perhaps years of pampered life had caused Malfoy to lose his former skills, or perhaps he was afraid to go all out because of the many people in the room. In any case, Lucius Malfoy was defeated, and defeated very quickly.
Belvina easily knocked away Malfoy's wand and staff with just two disarming spells, making one wonder if Lucius Malfoy had gone easy on him.
The battle was over, but Belvina did not stop there. Her acacia wand was once again pointed at Lucius Malfoy.
At this moment, Dumbledore intervened, drawing his wand to stop Belvina's Stunning Curse, while the temporarily suspended headmaster stood between the two sides.
"Enough, Belvina," said Dumbledore. "You have more important things to do."
Belvina lowered her wand and stopped pressing the matter.
But Lucius Malfoy, who had suffered repeated losses, still wanted to cause trouble. He suddenly rushed at Belvina, seemingly wanting to get revenge using Muggle methods.
But Dumbledore was standing there, how could he let Malfoy continue to act recklessly? Dumbledore slapped his free left hand behind him, and Lucius Malfoy, who was rushing forward, immediately clutched his stomach, knelt on one knee, and fine beads of sweat instantly appeared.
"I said, that's enough," Dumbledore said sternly.
Dumbledore turned to Lucius Malfoy, who was kneeling on one knee, and continued sternly, "I will verify the authenticity of this suspension order with the rest of the Board of Trustees. Lucius, I hope you did not coerce them into signing it through any means of violence or intimidation."
After saying that, Dumbledore walked out of the headmaster's office without looking back, with Hagrid following closely behind.
Strangely, the phoenix Fox on the gilded branch did not leave with them, but remained behind the door, constantly preening its bright feathers.
Snape, who was watching the play from the front row, stepped forward to help Lucius Malfoy up from his kneeling position, but Mr. Malfoy was not grateful. He pushed Snape away, who was trying to help him, and struggled to stand up.
"Black!" Lucius said through gritted teeth, "You'll pay for your arrogance and stupidity sooner or later!"
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"Maybe that day will come, Lucius," Belvina said nonchalantly, "but I think you won't live to see it."
"We'll see!" Lucius uttered a vicious remark, picked up his fallen cane and wand, and with a flick of his cloak...
He stormed out of the principal's office in a huff.
The once bustling principal's office was now empty except for the two people who loathed each other, Belvina and Snape.
Snape suddenly spoke up, in his characteristically annoying tone, "I don't understand. You didn't need to fall out with Lucius at all."
"I've always been like this; I do whatever comes to mind, and I'm unhappy if I don't," Belvina said. "Like today, Lucius was jumping around in front of me, and I wouldn't feel right unless I gave him a good beating."
"Willfulness and arrogance come at a price," Snape said, seemingly mocking, yet also warning.
After saying that, Snape left.
Belvina didn't think too much about it. She looked around the headmaster's office, then raised her wand above her head. The broken armchair and cracked glass were all restored, showing no trace of the struggle.
After a while, Belvina walked towards the door. She stood before the gilded perch and said to Phoenix Fox, "Will you stay here, or come with me?"
Phoenix Fox flapped its wings and landed on Belvina's shoulder. Fortunately, Fox was not yet an adult and did not weigh Belvina down.
It is obvious that Phoenix Fawkes was deliberately left in Dumbledore's office for Belvina.
Dumbledore and Belvina once talked about the phoenix, especially the rumors about the Dumbledore family and the phoenix.
At dinner that day, the center seat at the faculty table became empty again, and the students' relaxed minds were once again on edge. Some kept looking towards the entrance of the Great Hall, hoping that Dumbledore would walk into the Great Hall with a smile.
The next day, news of Dumbledore's suspension by the Board of Governors spread like wildfire, and fear spread rapidly throughout the school in an unprecedented way. Even the sunlight streaming through the windows seemed to turn cold, devoid of any warmth.
No matter when or where, every face seemed timid and uneasy, every laugh sounded jarring and strange.
They would soon be stopped by the stares of others.
In response to the students' fear and panic, Professor McGonagall, who was temporarily assuming the role of principal, had to have the students move as a group, and the professors also had to take responsibility for escorting the students from one classroom to another.
Whenever Belvina led her students to the next classroom, she always felt like a Scottish sheepdog, and the students under the professor's protection were the sheep she was herding.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt he hadn't gone easy on Lucius. He should have taken advantage of Dumbledore's distraction and secretly given him...
Malfoy delivered a ruthless blow; who told him to go looking for trouble?
However, while the school was immersed in an atmosphere of fear and suspicion, a small group of people strutted around the castle with an air of arrogance, looking down at the other students who were like sheep with disdain in their eyes.
These students from pure-blood wizarding families were not worried at all about the attacks happening again. They always talked loudly about Dumbledore's departure, amplifying the fear in the hearts of other students; they would also talk about the school's next headmaster, hoping that the next headmaster would be more competent.
Although it wasn't explicitly stated, a decent headmaster certainly wouldn't be someone like Dumbledore.
There were even one or two radical pureblood students who expressed their hope that the next principal would not interfere with the secret chamber and would let the monsters in the chamber attack the Mudbloods, and completely clean up the school.
Regardless of who the next headmaster is or what his attitude is towards the Chamber of Secrets, any death that occurs at the school basically means that Hogwarts can close down and everyone can go home early for the holidays.
Myrtle Warren is the best example; if Tom Riddle hadn't exposed Hagrid in time, Hogwarts would have closed down fifty years ago.
Days passed, and chaos continued in the castle, with panic and fear spreading.
That afternoon, the sun shone brightly, its soft light warming the castle's outer walls and trying to shine through the windows to dispel the chill that enveloped the castle.
Having finished her role as a sheepdog, Belvina returned to the lounge. While rubbing her temples, she sat down at her desk and began to open the letter that had been delivered before class, her letter opener spinning in the air.
Five days have passed since Dumbledore left the school, and Cornelius Fudge, far away in London, has been on tenterhooks for those five days. The Minister sent a letter to Hogwarts every morning, noon, and evening, even more punctually than Mrs. Black.
Belvina was bombarded with letters from the minister every day. These letters, which came from afar, were all very similar in content, asking if anything had happened at the school that day, and were full of Cornelius Fudge's worries.
It's clear that Cornelius Fudge is genuinely panicked, fearing another attack at the school and the possibility of petrification leading to death. In these hastily written letters, Fudge abandons his usual mild-mannered demeanor, launching into a tirade against Lucius Malfoy, accusing him of being out of touch with reality and disregarding the bigger picture.
It's both infuriating and hilarious.
What's infuriating is that Cornelius Fudge, feeling he's grown too big for his britches, has always wanted to break free from Dumbledore's influence, and may have already been flirting with Lucius Malfoy and having an affair.
Ironically, when Dumbledore was actually expelled, Cornelius Fudge panicked, worried that some students might suffer irreparable accidents, and also worried about the chair under Dumbledore's butt.
Belvina shook her head helplessly; reading the minister's letter had been her only form of entertainment these past few days.
In the summer of 1991, Belvina avoided Hogwarts and Dumbledore, thinking it would be better to stay at the Ministry of Magic and live a carefree life.
In the spring of 1993, Belvina felt that staying at Hogwarts was quite nice. Although there were always people causing trouble there, it was still quite interesting, a bittersweet experience.
When she was working at the Ministry of Magic, Belvina needed to be compatible with Cornelius Fudge, but at Hogwarts, she didn't need to be compatible with either, because Dumbledore would be compatible with her.
Thinking of this, Belvina glanced at the Phoenix Fox on the cabinet.
Phoenix Fox looked away in disgust. Belvina had forgotten to bring back the gilded perch, and Fox was throwing a tantrum.