bacchusnovels Chapter 185 What brings you here?
Chapter 185 What brings you here?
Chapter 185 What brings you here?
6. While ghosts and portraits enjoy necessary human rights, they are also the private property of the school. In order to protect the school's sacred private property from infringement, all ghosts must stay in designated locations and be under unified management (except for Professor Binns Cuthbert).
7. For ease of management.
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Aside from the first few lines that gave the deans a shocking experience from a parallel world.
The rest are unremarkable and unremarkable.
After reading the beginning and then the end, they will feel a sense of entitlement.
One of the rules was that the girls' uniform skirts should be shortened by 5cm, but Sean easily brushed it off with the excuse that "in special circumstances, it's easier for girls to run away if they encounter danger due to short skirts."
It seems that the "special circumstances" have truly become "special circumstances".
In "special circumstances," his authority as principal was amplified.
Snape was the first to finish reading. Since Sean gave him the Potions classroom rules, he had gained some understanding of these documents and was not as bewildered as the other three when they first received such a long parchment.
He even used his quill pen to mark several of the rules.
Sean had reason to suspect that Snape was already plotting how to use these rules to deduct Harry's points more reasonably—of course, to help Snape achieve this plan and make his actions more legitimate and reasonable, Sean decided to propose these rules in Snape's name when they were promulgated.
However, without Dumbledore's almost superhuman boost to Harry's abilities...
It's really hard to say who will win this year's Academy Cup.
If Snape keeps deducting points from Gryffindor, the House Cup trophy might actually return to Slytherin this year.
Speaking of the college points and the college cup, Sean thought of a classic segment.
"Miss Granger, you wouldn't want Gryffindor to miss out on the House Cup because of you, would you?"
However, Hermione, the female protagonist of this segment, is not here; she is still lying on a cold hospital bed in the medical room.
There is a very simple way to judge whether something is good or bad: good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels fast.
Shortly after the four heads of the house left Sean's office, rumors about the new systems they had discussed spread like wildfire throughout Hogwarts.
Students whispered in the common room, faculty and staff discussed among themselves in their offices, and even the house-elves in the kitchen, while busy with their work, secretly talked about the news that Ken was bringing about changes to the school.
An unusual tension and anxiety permeated the Gryffindor common room.
The flames in the fireplace flickered.
The reflection shows the figures of the students sitting or standing around.
"Have you heard?" A voice suddenly broke the brief silence in the lounge, tinged with urgency and unease. It was Lee Jordan who had just received a letter from an owl.
"What?" "What's wrong?" The response came from someone sitting on the sofa playing Plants vs. Zombies.
The Weasley brothers.
Because they haven't had any activities in the past few days, their inspiration for making prank props has dried up, so they keep playing this game, trying to find the inspiration they've lost.
The two of them broke the record previously set by Bonu—Bonu defended against a total of twenty-three waves of zombies (on normal difficulty).
The Weasley brothers had already broken the record to wave 30, and now they were launching their assault on wave 31.
"Headmaster Dumbledore is gone." Lee Jordan put down the letter in his hand, frowned, and said in a low voice.
The letter came from his Hufflepuff friend Stuart. Professor Sprout had just announced some news in the Hufflepuff common room, and he had immediately sent the message by owl.
Because of the current lockdown, even communication between the young wizards from different houses during breaks is conducted entirely by owls.
Although his voice was soft, the impact of his words was enough to shake the entire lounge.
Dumbledore, the great white wizard and guardian of Hogwarts, just "left" so easily?
The news came like a bolt from the blue, casting a shadow over everyone's hearts.
Harry and Ron, who had learned of the news the night before, simply sat blankly on the bench, not saying a word—this was due to Sean's special instructions.
"At this time?!" Lavender, who was leaning against the window drinking coffee with a melancholy expression, exclaimed, covering her mouth in surprise upon hearing the news. "What do we do?"
Lavender is Hermione's roommate.
Ever since Hermione was petrified, that melancholy look has been like a mask branded onto her face, impossible to remove—but now, with this bombshell news, it's changed color like a Sichuan opera face-changing act.
The color of terror.
Lavender wasn't the only one who thought this way; her words acted like a fuse, instantly igniting the unease in the hearts of many students in the lounge.
Yes, most of them were born during the last Wizarding War and grew up hearing about Dumbledore's deeds. They were used to growing up under Dumbledore's protection.
So much so that when Dumbledore left, their fate and that of Hogwarts seemed to become unpredictable.
The conversation in the common room grew louder and louder. Lee Jordan coughed twice, just as he was about to say something, when Professor McGonagall pushed open the door and walked in.
"Quiet down," she said.
The entire room immediately fell silent, and all eyes turned to her.
"Now," she paused, then continued, "Professor Phillips has become the acting principal."
"Next, I will announce some important points. Please listen carefully."
"First, maintain the existing..."
At this point, many people's minds were no longer on this.
They all shared a common question: Could Professor Sean really lead them out of this crisis?
At this moment, Sean had already arrived at the tower of Ravenclaw School.
A tall, elegantly dressed woman stood by the window, her expression sorrowful, her eyes seemingly filled with endless grief. She gazed silently out the window, as if trying to find some answers or solace in the boundless wilderness and the undulating mountain ranges in the distance.
Sean quietly walked to her side, not immediately disturbing her thoughts, but simply keeping her company.
After a while, Helena seemed to sense Sean's presence. She turned her head slightly, her eyes met Sean's, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes before she regained her composure.
"Professor Phillips," her voice was a little hoarse, "what brings you here?"