In the afternoon, in the principal's office at Hogwarts, Snape, who still had a wound on his forehead, was sitting on a chair with a gloomy expression.

Naturally, he was not complaining about Peeves smashing his window.

No matter how angry he was over such a trivial matter, he wouldn't come and tell the principal because Snape couldn't afford to humiliate that person!

And the reason why he appeared here was of course because of the Quidditch match.

At this time, in the principal's office, in addition to him, the principal of Slytherin, there was also Minerva McGonagall, the principal of Gryffindor, and the principal who was bringing them mead with a smile.

Albus Dumbledore!

Because, the afternoon Quidditch match had just ended, the Slytherin team's seeker successfully found and caught the snitch in the opening fifty-eight minutes, and then, in the end, Slytherin won a small score of '380:330'

Advantage defeated Ravenclaw House and qualified for the finals.

However, the finals will probably not be held until after returning from vacation, and the reason why Dumbledore has summoned the two college deans who have advanced to the finals is naturally to discuss changing the rules of the finals.

After all, everyone has seen the competition in the past two weeks. If the rules are not changed, the final will probably end with a little girl Seeker catching the snitch easily?

In that case, the game will lose its competitiveness and enjoyment, which is something no one wants to see.

Therefore, just after the afternoon game, Dumbledore summoned the two of them here immediately and expressed his preliminary opinions on changes.

"Thanks!"

When Dumbledore put down the mead, Professor McGonagall first thanked him, then looked at Snape proudly and said proudly:

"Professor Snape, I completely agree with the rules Dumbledore just mentioned, such as secretly releasing the Snitch after an hour. We, Gryffindor, have no problem!"

"In fact..."

"Even if it is stipulated that the Comet series brooms provided by the school must be used, and Nimbus Two Thousand or Firebolts are not allowed to be used, we have no problem!"

"What do you think?"

Speaking of which, Mag was extremely proud of himself.

You know, Gryffindor has been losing for several years. Now it's better. Two excellent seekers came to her academy at once, especially Annie. Her flying talent is unparalleled, let alone...

The rules have been changed, even if it means changing the broom, she is still very confident!

"..."

After staring at Professor McGonagall, although he felt very unhappy, Snape still shook his head slightly, and then slowly spoke in a deep voice:

"No need!"

"There's no need to change the broom..."

"Just do what Dumbledore said just now!"

"I have no objection either!"

Now Gryffindor has beaten the three houses without any power to fight back, and forced the principal to change the rules temporarily. In a sense, Slytherin has been overwhelmed by the other party. Now if they even restrict brooms

If you live there, then he, the dean, would have no shame hanging around in Hogwarts.

After all, the Quidditch World Cup never restricts the use of the latest and greatest broomsticks like the Firebolt, but their college-level amateur competitions have restrictions everywhere. Who knows how embarrassing it would be if word spread about it.

!

So, in comparison, he might be more willing to lose this year's game directly?

"very good!"

"Since you all have no objections, then this matter has been decided."

"As for the specific rules, I will announce them in advance when the time comes."

"Now, let's have a drink?"

After saying that, seeing that the matter was settled, Dumbledore took the lead in raising the mead in his hand and motioned to the two of them.

"..."

"It is too sweet."

"Okay!"

"Then I'll leave first?"

Professor McGonagall picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then shook her head and put it down, got up and said goodbye and walked out.

"..."

As for Snape, he was in a bad mood and didn't even drink. He just picked up the cup and gestured, then put it down and gestured to Dumbledore. He didn't say anything and just stood up quickly.

Step away.

"All right!"

"It seems they don't like sweets, right?"

Seeing this, Dumbledore just jokingly said this to his Phoenix Fawkes and slumped his shoulders, and then prepared to continue doing his own thing.

However……

Surprisingly, he saw at this moment: just before the two deans, Snape and McGonagall, had just left, the dean of Hufflepuff, wearing a thick hat full of patches, was covered with

Mud Pomona Sprout unexpectedly rushed in quickly and menacingly on her back feet?

And she had just come in. She drank the mead that Snape had not touched in one gulp, then looked at Dumbledore with a serious expression and said sternly:

"Dumbledore!"

"Today, I must tell you about Annie!"

Yes, she had wanted to say this for a long time. It was only today, after hearing that Dumbledore summoned Snape and McGonagall, that she hurried over and waited outside the door.

"Annie's matter?"

"oh--"

"It can't be..."

"Annie is also very talented in herbal medicine, right?"

First he exclaimed with clarity, and then Dumbledore, who remembered something, secretly prepared himself mentally, saying that no matter how outrageous Pomona Sprout said later, he probably wouldn't do it.

Would be too surprised.

Because Professor McGonagall from the Transfiguration class, Snape from the Potions class, and Flitwick from the Charms class all told him that Anne's talent was unparalleled, even among the flying class professors.

, and he had to give special permission for first-year students to participate in the Quidditch team?

Furthermore, Annie had to suspend the entire classroom, including Professor Flitwick and others, in mid-air not long ago, and then left everyone including him, the principal, at a loss what to do, as well as the huge ropes she had seen in the greenhouse before.

He felt that no matter how amazing Anne's performance was, he probably wouldn't have too many troubles.

After all, he has never seen a student like that after being the principal for so many years. In fact, even the Tom from back then is probably far behind, right?

To be honest, if he hadn't seen that Anne was innocent and had no bad intentions, and was just playful and curious, then he, the principal, would probably have a headache right now.

"Talent of herbal medicine?"

Hearing this, Pomona Sprout was startled, obviously not expecting Dumbledore to mention this.

"No!"

"Talent or something..."

"I didn't see how good she was, but it's true that her homework was quite good, but that's not important!"

"Now what I want to say is..."

After a pause, she continued to say in a stern tone:

"Dumbledore!"

"I strongly urge you to send that child home this year?"

"Is it okay to wait until she turns eleven to come back?"

Although it was in pleading words, Dumbledore could tell that Professor Pomona Sprout's attitude was one of anger.

"ah?"

"But why is this?"

Dumbledore, who was extremely surprised, said that he was quite surprised by what the other party said!

Because as far as he knew, many of the first-grade teachers praised Anne highly, saying that she was smarter than many eleven- and two-year-old students, and even senior students.

and more talented?

Not to mention anything else, the batch of giant ropeweeds produced by the other party not long ago made Hogwarts people make a fortune.

He secretly rejoiced at this, thinking that Professor Pomona Sprout would also like him very much, but no idea...

"because!"

"You never know what she did!"

"I'll tell you everything!"
To be continued...