HP: I just wanted to drop out of school, but I saved the world

Dumbledore rarely had such a hard time thinking.

He has lived for too many years and has met everyone he should and shouldn't have met.

But little wizards like Jian Yu who are difficult to deal with and don't play by the rules happen to be the type he has the most trouble with.

He held the burnt Fox and placed it on the table. The bird burned again and turned into a pile of ashes, but in just a few seconds, a wrinkled chick poked its head out of the ashes again, looking at Jian Yu with attachment in its black eyes.

Jian Yu looked at this scene with curiosity, and then he realized that it was the Phoenix Nirvana.

"You met Fawkes last year, but unfortunately you have to meet him on Nirvana Day this time." Dumbledore's eyes seemed to be penetrating. "It is a very strange life, a kind of phoenix. It can carry extremely heavy things. Its tears can heal wounds and detoxify. It is also extremely loyal."

He smiled and waved: "Fox, come here--"

His smile suddenly froze on his face, because the newborn "loyal" phoenix struggled, supporting its body with its tender legs and wings, making a crisp cry, and moved with difficulty in the direction of Jian Yu.

If the two could understand the language of the Phoenix, they would understand that it was calling out "Mom!"

"Uh......"

Jian Yu picked up Fawkes who had jumped into her arms and turned his body so that he could find his master, Dumbledore.

But it chirped at Dumbledore in dissatisfaction and placed its tender yellow beak in Jian Yu's palm. As Jian Yu retreated, it kept getting closer to her, chirping more and more urgently, and its body kept turning in her direction.

"Perhaps... you've heard of the chick complex? Imprinting behavior?"

The last two words are said in Chinese.

"Fledgling what?" Dumbledore repeated in a confused, awkward tone. "Is this your gift?"

His memory suddenly went back to the Forbidden Forest last year, when those unicorns and centaurs were extremely close to her.

There are some people who are loved by magical creatures, such as his favorite student Newt Scamander.

But it's not entirely innate, it's more of a feedback from the love for magical animals that is felt in both directions.

But in front of Jian Yu, these magical animals approached her actively and one-way...

——What an amazing talent!

If Jian Yu knew his thoughts, he would definitely say:

No, it's not her talent, it's Fox's talent.

"Did you spend all your previous Nirvana days alone with it?"

Dumbledore recalled and nodded.

Jian Yu was strangely silent for a moment, and sincerely suggested:

"From now on, on the day of Nirvana, you'd better stay alone with it and don't let it see anyone else."

Dumbledore hesitated for a while, pressed his crooked nose with one hand, and then tried to get back to the point:

"Okay...thanks for the advice, I'll write and ask one of my friends."

He folded his hands, touching the tips of his ten fingers together, and looked at Jian Yu:

"I still have to ask you, Jade, if there's anything you'd like to tell me...anything."

Jian Yu understood that this was an attempt to get the suspect to make some final explanations.

When the evidence is overwhelming, no matter what the suspect says, the outcome usually won't change much.

It would be better to say nothing and allow the principal to quickly go through the procedure to expel her!

"Nothing." She shook her head firmly. "Nothing, sir."

Dumbledore sighed imperceptibly. He did not intend to give up asking questions, and continued:

"You know, there are very few spells that can harm ghosts... Do you know anything about this?"

Jian Yu understood again, because she happened to be able to change ghosts by burning incense, so Nick's attack made her suspicious.

"I don't know what kind of spell this is."

She insisted that she knew nothing, and Dumbledore asked several questions but still couldn't get an answer.

He looked at her with a tired and complicated look, and Jian Yu couldn't describe what that look was.

He seemed to give up further questioning and began to tell a story:

"Fifty years ago, the secret room was opened, and a student died and turned into a ghost—"

"The person who was believed to be the murderer was fired..."

After he finished speaking, Dumbledore looked at Jian Yu with some hope in his eyes.

"After hearing this story, do you have any thoughts?"

Jian Yu had no idea. The only thing she thought about was that she was now the scapegoat and would most likely be fired!

"Well...if you insist..."

The hope in Dumbledore's eyes died, and he turned to look at the Sorting Hat on the table, which had been burned black by fire.

"I'm sorry, but I have some important decisions to make, Jade."

That trembling came again, the feeling of excitement!

She couldn't wait to hear the final verdict!

Is it suspension of classes, dropping out, or expulsion?

Please announce your decision quickly! Principal!

She looked at Dumbledore with an almost eager gaze.

But the old headmaster turned his eyes away, looked in the direction of the Sorting Hat, and said with some reluctance:

"The Sorting Hat is the hat used by Godric Gryffindor during his lifetime. It combines the wisdom and ingenuity of the four founders and has been used for sorting houses for thousands of years. It is an extremely precious magical item."

"For this, I have to deduct 50 points from Slytherin for your destruction of it."

Jian Yu walked out of the door, puzzled.

No, what does this mean?

Whose good person makes the important decision to deduct 50 points from Slytherin?

Shouldn't she be fired immediately and told to pack up and leave?

Now that all the blame is directed at me, why don't I fire her?

Is it that I, as the scapegoat, have not done enough?

She thought dejectedly.

But this was the closest she had ever been to being fired, and she couldn't let this opportunity go!

She had to find the Slytherin heir and discuss this matter.

Since one of them wants to put the blame on a scapegoat, and the other wants to be fired as a scapegoat...

——Then they must be a match made in heaven!

......

Just a few minutes after Jian Yu left, Snape appeared in the headmaster's office.

"I assume you realize this has nothing to do with her," he said icily.

Dumbledore stood at the window with his back to him, looking up at the dark sky with a bright moon hanging in it:

"Severus... In the more than one thousand years of school history, have you ever seen anyone change houses?"

Snape's face twisted, and he immediately thought of the Potter kid who spoke Parseltongue, and he felt like vomiting. He said quickly in a harsh voice:

"I don't think any Slytherin headmaster in history would think it would be a good idea to put a Potter here -"

His hissing venom was interrupted by Dumbledore:

"No, not Harry...his situation is different...I mean, it's someone else."

"Sometimes, I feel that the Sorting Hat makes decisions too hastily..."

Dumbledore turned around, but was surprised to find that Snape's face was even more distorted. He stared at him with an almost vicious look, squeezing out words from between his teeth:

"I spent so much time... and energy... to train her, and you just want to take her away—"

The old headmaster had not yet realized why Snape's reaction was so violent, and he subconsciously said the unfinished words:

"She has drawn the Sword of Gryffindor, Severus."

Snape's face seemed to have been hit hard, with all kinds of colors and expressions constantly changing. He gritted his teeth and said:

"It doesn't mean anything - she belongs in Slytherin, no doubt about it."

Dumbledore carefully observed the changing expressions on his face, but suddenly smiled:

"Relax, Severus, I will not change the Sorting Hat's decision."

"Let's talk about what happened this time."

Snape's expression changed several times before finally returning to his previous gloomy look:

"Is there any clue?"

Dumbledore shook his head and cleverly changed the subject:

"Jade Jane... Every time she shows up, it's very coincidental, isn't it?"

Snape did not agree with his subtext, and he said quickly:

"You're doubting her... let me just say that she just happened to be there."

But Dumbledore denied this and walked to the chair and sat down:

"Once is a coincidence, twice is a coincidence, but the third and fourth times is premeditated."

"She must know something, but for some reason she's unwilling to say it."

He placed the sword of Gryffindor between the two of them and motioned for Snape to look at the sword:

"I didn't tell her that only someone with the qualities that are unique to Gryffindor can pull it out."

"I tried to put some pressure on her to reveal something, but she said nothing."

Snape hesitated, unsure of what Dumbledore meant:

"You mean—you won't fire her?"

Dumbledore smiled, and his blue eyes regained their usual gentleness and wisdom:

"Dismiss? Of course I won't do that."

He opened his drawer, revealing a pile of letters inside.

At his signal, Snape read the letters one by one, and found that they were signed by Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout, Professor McGonagall, Professor Binns, etc. Almost all the professors wrote letters.

"They all wanted me to keep her, and many of the Slytherin parents urged me to do so."

"There are even some directors..." When Dumbledore mentioned this, he showed a toothache expression and muttered, "I really don't understand. They clearly want to dismiss me, but they still wrote a letter asking me to keep them."

"Dismissal?" Snape keenly grasped the key words.

"Yes, dismissed." Dumbledore nodded, "Because of the threat to the school - I may have to leave here soon, Severus."

He suddenly leaned forward, his blue eyes full of seriousness and solemnity, staring straight at Snape:

"She is taking risks alone and doing something extremely dangerous. Someone has to keep an eye on her."

"During my absence."