People are in Hogwarts, start summoning Tailu beast

Professor McGonagall looked at Karl, who still had a slightly proud face, and his fingers trembled with anger.

Because Dumbledore misappropriated part of the funds of Hogwarts school and placed it in the Order of the Phoenix, the teaching brooms used in flying lessons for so many years have always been a bunch of old and worn-out "Sweeping Seven Stars"!

Until the beginning of last semester, thanks to a certain "hateful species", the teaching aids for flying classes at Hogwarts were updated.

From "Sweeping Seven Stars" to "Comet 260", although it is not as good as the latest "Flywheel 2000", it can be said that it is a shotgun change!

That's right, Professor McGonagall is the original one!

Who told his adopted son Carl to destroy the flying broomstick when he was taking flying lessons?

The result is half a year!

Only half a year has passed!

Seeing the ruined Quidditch field with hundreds of flying broomsticks, Professor McGonagall felt like her head was buzzing!

You can't afford such a waste even if you have a mine at home, right?

The soil on the ground instantly turned into a huge palm. The wandless spellcasting and the spellless spellcasting with one hand directly demonstrated Professor McGonagall's attainments in transfiguration.

Carl was directly caught on the ground by big hands, and before he could react, Professor McGonagall grabbed him by the collar.

"How dare you, how dare you use this kind of magic in a Quidditch match!!!"

"Mom, that's just an ordinary flying spell..." Carl wanted to explain a few more words, but was interrupted by Professor McGonagall.

"The Flying Curse? Are you telling me that it's the Flying Curse?"

"Merlin, you destroyed the entire Quidditch pitch, and those brooms. Do you know how long a bill I will receive tomorrow?"

"Follow me to see Dumbledore, and I will lock you up for a year!"

So in front of everyone, Carl, who was showing off his power just now, was taken away by Professor McGonagall while holding his collar and scolding him.

How do you describe this feeling...

He was once a king, and then his mother came!

……

Principal room

"Karl, are you here?"

"I have to say, based on my decades of coaching experience, this is the most beautiful flying spell I have ever seen!"

"My teachings to you during this time are not in vain!"

Seeing Karl walking in from the door, Dumbledore stood up with a smile, winked at Karl and stood up to pour a cup of black tea for Karl.

In a sense, Dumbledore no longer treated Carl like other young wizards, but slowly placed him in a position similar to that of a year-end friend.

I said this because I wanted to make a harmless joke and put some money on my face.

As a result, as soon as he picked up the teapot, he saw an angry Professor McGonagall walking in behind Carl.

What the hell!

The smile on Dumbledore's face suddenly froze.

"Albus!"

"It's you, how dare you give him such a destructive magic!" Before Dumbledore could speak, Professor McGonagall's rebuke came overwhelmingly.

"No, Minerva, please listen to my explanation, I actually..." Dumbledore wanted to explain, but Professor McGonagall still couldn't listen.

Just like parents in the Muggle world, they originally sent their children to school thinking that they would study materialization!

Then suddenly one day they discovered that the Di Yun their children were playing with every day was detonators and gunpowder. What parent could withstand this?

"Stop, Merlin, you are the Headmaster of Hogwarts!"

"It's unbelievable, how dare you teach him such a powerful magic!"

"Did you know that a member of Ravenclaw almost died at his hands?"

"how dare you……"

Old Deng was so worried about vomiting blood when Professor McGonagall told him, but he didn't know how to explain it.

Nima!

Why am I so arrogant? Why should I take all the credit for myself!

Carl's eyes really lit up when he saw this, and he looked at Dumbledore with emotion!

Old Deng took such a big blame and took it upon himself!

Where can I find such a big grievance... No, go to the good guy!

Carl thinks he is a fastidious person!

If a person treats me three times better, he must return ten times the amount.

This is called the kindness of a drop of water being repaid by a spring of water!

"Mom, you can't actually blame Professor Dumbledore for this. He just wanted me to be able to protect myself." So when Professor McGonagall was about to say something, Carl weakly stood up and helped Dumbledore. Good words.

Professor McGonagall's slightly extinguished anger was instantly poured with a bucket of oil, the kind of oil tanker truck!

"Self-protection? Do you need to protect yourself in Hogwarts?"

"What on earth did you teach this kid!"

"Albus, do you know how much I trusted you before today..."

"Do you know how I felt when I saw this kid using that flying spell just now..."

So Dumbledore, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, was once again overwhelmed by Professor McGonagall's anger.

……

Two hours later

After two hours of frantic output against Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall finally slammed the door and left angrily.

The old and the young were left to reflect in the principal's office and were not allowed to leave before dinner!

Dumbledore slumped in his chair, his clothes disheveled.

Since becoming the Headmaster of Hogwarts...

No, Dumbledore, who had always been excellent in both character and academics since he was a child, had never been scolded like this and was also put in solitary confinement for several hours.

He felt that he was more exhausted now than he had been fighting Voldemort for two hours in his heyday!

And the instigator of all this...

Old Dengtou turned his tired eyes to Karl, only to find that the latter was looking at him with tears in his eyes.

"Professor, you are such a good person. I know you are afraid that your mother will punish me, so you take all the responsibility on yourself."

Old Dengtou, who was given a good guy card by Karl, silently covered his heart.

There seem to be countless "Mom sells batches" in my heart, but I don't know how to say it.

Am I really going to help you?

"Don't worry, Professor, I won't let your kindness go in vain, and I won't tell my mother the truth."

Just as Dumbledore was about to speak, he heard Carl say firmly.

puff!

Dumbledore completely broke through the defense this time.

The largest white wizard of this century who has survived two generations of Dark Lords, Carl was so angry that he died on the spot!

You can't shake off the blame for being co-opted, right?

This naughty kid is not done until he tricks people to death!

……

"By the way, Carl, I just have something to tell you..." After taking a few deep breaths, the feeling of heart palpitations finally disappeared, and Dumbledore spoke to Carl.

"What's wrong? Professor?" Karl showed a harmless smile.