The Hogwarts Emerald

Chapter 501: Differences between People
As daybreak approached, Ada, who was lying on the bed, opened her eyes. She changed her clothes quietly and walked out of the bedroom again.

The old house was very quiet at this moment, even the noisiest Mrs. Black was very quiet. Ada walked quietly downstairs and walked along the dark corridor to the hallway.

Near the entrance hall, Ada paused suspiciously, stepped back, and looked at a picture frame on the corridor wall. In the frame, Phineas Nigellus was stroking his goatee and looking at Ada's handbag.

This portrait did not belong to Phineas Nigellus, but the most unpopular headmaster in the history of Hogwarts stood here. This was why Ada stopped and took a few steps back.

"Dumbledore asked me to keep an eye on that kid named Harry Potter, but I didn't expect I would get an unexpected reward." Phineas Nigellus said. His voice was a little sharp, making people feel inexplicably annoying.

"He wanted to escape, which was a very noble act," said Phineas Nigellus lazily, with a very sarcastic tone.

"Dumbledore won't let him go," Ada said softly.

Phineas Nigellus continued, "Of course, of course, so the poor conceited boy had a tantrum. This is not good. In our time, he would have been hung and tortured for such behavior... Don't look at me like that. If you lived in my time, you would have been beaten even worse."

"So go and look after Harry and stop talking to me here." Ada said and was about to walk out.

"Wait a minute, let's talk..." Phineas Nigellus said, "I told you to wait a minute. If you don't stop, I will wake everyone up."

Ida stopped again and reluctantly returned to the portrait. Why is it so difficult to leave without saying goodbye? I only succeeded once in all these years.

"Please hurry up and talk about something. I have something else to do later." Ada said helplessly. The most unpopular headmaster in the history of Hogwarts was not just talk.

"Ah, where do I begin?" said Phineas Nigellus. "Dumbledore went out yesterday morning, and when he came back he was in a very bad state. I have never seen him like this before."

Ada didn't say a word, she didn't know how to respond. Since she had decided to do this, Ada would never regret it.

Phineas Nigellus was also secretly observing Ada's reaction. He continued, "Until just now, I didn't know why Dumbledore acted like that, but when I saw you were about to leave, I figured it out."

"I didn't expect you would care about Dumbledore." Ada looked at the portrait in surprise.

"What's so strange about this? All the headmasters have to serve the current headmaster. This is the rule of Hogwarts." Phineas Nigellus said, "I don't like Dumbledore, but he is still the headmaster now."

Hearing this, Ada smiled and said, "Maybe he won't be one soon. Then you won't have to see his crooked nose anymore."

Phineas Nigellus in the portrait clapped his hands happily. He said excitedly, "That's great! I couldn't ask for more! But when I think about it, I don't think it's that great. After all, obeying Dumbledore's orders has never brought me any loss."

Phineas Nigellus said this deliberately for Ada to hear.

Anyone who can become the headmaster of Hogwarts is a smart person. There is no loser. Even Armando Dippet, who was fooled by Voldemort, is a rare talent.

"People think differently," Ida said. "You can only get better if you follow your own path."

"Yes, yes, you are right," said Phineas Nigellus lazily, "Young people always think they are absolutely right about everything, but they don't know that Dumbledore has eaten more candy than she has eaten rice..."

"That's because he loves sweets so much that he feels uncomfortable if he doesn't eat candy for a day..."

Phineas Nigellus tugged off his silk gloves irritably and said, "Don't interrupt me, you nasty brat! That's why I hate being a teacher!"

Ada raised her hands to indicate that she was wrong and asked him to continue. If she talked back, Ada was sure that Phineas Nigellus would wake up the old witch Black, and then the shouting and cursing that echoed throughout the house would wake everyone up.

"Where did I say it?"

"That's why I hate being a teacher."

"Oh, that's why I hate being a teacher..." Phineas Nigellus continued, "No! You've messed it up! What I'm saying is that when you've experienced enough things, your perspective on things will change. And as a result, your way of dealing with things will also change. No matter what happened between you and Dumbledore... he values ​​you very much."

Phineas Nigellus played with his gloves while looking at Ada. To his disappointment, he could not see any emotion change on Ada's face. It seemed that his efforts were in vain. The most unpopular headmaster in the history of Hogwarts sighed secretly.

"Thank you for your words, although they won't do anything." Ada said, "Professor Dumbledore has his own considerations, and I have mine. Professor Dumbledore may not be right, and I may not be wrong. We have to wait and see."

Phineas Nigellus said coldly: "Arrogant, conceited, stubborn, pathetic creature."

"Whatever you say," Ada said. "I hope that next time we meet, we will be in the headmaster's office instead of this rotten old house." After that, she walked out of No. 12 Grimmauld Place without looking back.

The wind outside is very cold, and it feels like a knife when it blows on your face.

Ada wrapped her coat tightly around her, walked down the old stone steps, and walked into the messy lawn in the center of the square. She looked back and saw that number 12 Grimmauld Place had disappeared in the morning light.

At this time, the street lights went out one by one, and the sky became bright. Retracting her gaze, Ada instantly disappeared on the lawn of Grimmauld Place.

Ada reappeared in a residential area in Sutton, where the houses were arranged in an orderly manner, which was completely different from Grimmauld Place. Sutton is located southwest of Charing Cross and is part of the Greater London area.

Arriving at a house, Ada knocked on the door in a specific rhythm.

As soon as she knocked, she heard the door lock click and the door opened. She pushed the door open and walked in. Ada didn't make any sound. She thought Sergei should be resting.

Walking quietly to the living room, Ada found that Sergei was not resting, but sitting in the living room with his upper body naked. Sergei seemed a little flustered, and he didn't know where to put the bottle in his right hand.

Not only Sergei was a little panicked, but Ada was also a little panicked. This was the first time she saw the palm-wide heart-protecting hair with her own eyes. She had only heard about it from others before.

Ada turned around silently, giving Sergei time to tidy up.

The owners of this house are a newlywed Muggle couple who went on a trip, so this became Sergei's temporary place to stay. Sipping wine and smoking cigarettes, Sergei's life is quite comfortable.

Only after the living room was tidied and the smell of tobacco and alcohol was eliminated did Sergei, who was dressed neatly, invite Ada into the living room. He had an embarrassed smile on his face, but the smile was a little strange because of his thick beard.

The wine bottles and ashtrays were all put away, and no one knew where they were hidden.

Ada sat on the sofa, looking at the respectful Sergei opposite her, his hands honestly placed on his knees, like a child who had done something wrong. It was just that this child was growing too fast.

"Let's go back to Versailles for Christmas." Ada said, and then added: "Do you need to rest? It's still early. We can leave in the afternoon."

Sergei may have felt insulted. He ran out of the living room excitedly and came back with a suitcase a short while later.

"We can set off immediately, Miss Ada," said Sergei, his voice very delicate, which was very inconsistent with his rough appearance.

"Don't we really need to take a break?" Ada asked, "Do we really still have time?" If she was not mistaken, Sergei was holding vodka in his hand at the time, and it was vodka without any additives.

Sergei shook his head violently and repeated, "We can leave at any time. Don't worry."

"Have you packed it a long time ago?" Ada pointed at the suitcase and asked. Sergei came back so quickly just now, he must not have packed it now.

"Yes, I put everything away after you asked for Cornelius Fudge's address," said Sergei.

Ada looked at Sergei, she was very satisfied. Sergei guessed her thoughts, but he did nothing but packed his luggage silently.

"You could have given me advice," said Ada.

Sergei shook his head and said, "I can't influence your judgment. That's not what I should do."

(End of this chapter)