Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 142 Do you want to go out and hide for a while?
"How about you take a break around Valentine's Day and go on a trip for a while?"

In Dumbledore's office, Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Snape, and Damon were all gathered together, and the professors' expressions were not quite right.

"Why?"

Dumbledore glanced at Professor McGonagall.

She nodded in understanding, then with a wave of her hand, a large amount of aphrodisiacs were piled up on the table.

"This is a batch that I just confiscated recently."

"Isn't this great? I think Professor Snape is overjoyed."

During this time, he collected a large amount of love potions—these potions are not cheap, and even if they are recycled and processed, they still have considerable value, let alone such a large quantity.

“Watch your words—” Snape glared at Damon with murderous intent. “Do you think I’d be happy to do this? I’m swamped with potions to deal with every day!”

"Yes, you're also teaching two courses. Don't exhaust your professor."

Damon's voice sounded very sarcastic.

Professor McGonagall's lips twitched, and Flitwick was already chuckling to himself.

"It seems you don't want to leave?"

Dumbledore steered the conversation back on track.

"I still don't understand why I left."

"Aren't you worried about getting infected? One of these love potions was caught by me in the elves' kitchen. They even tried to drug your food."

"It is indeed a bit crazy—but actually, I wouldn't mind trying what it feels like to be under the influence of aphrodisiacs."

Damon remained relaxed, while Flitwick smiled without saying a word.

In fact, apart from Professor McGonagall, no one present was particularly worried about this matter—if Damon really fell for it, Snape would mercilessly mock his knowledge of potions.

Dumbledore only approached Damon because he couldn't resist her advice.

Why don't you want to leave? Maybe it's just because of Valentine's Day?

Professor McGonagall didn't quite understand.

Why did Damon stay here knowing there was danger, and why did his presence drive the witches so crazy—which is detrimental to management and teaching?

Filch has recently lost his ability to keep them in check—they've even come up with some harmless spells to cast on Mrs. Lorris, so Filch has had to focus more on his cats.

Of course, he was unwilling to admit that he was somewhat frightened by their fanaticism. He suspected that if things continued like this, the group of mad witches would cast a spell on him—Professor McGonagall had to repeatedly assure him that this would never happen, and that she would severely punish any witches who dared to do so.

“I really don’t want to leave.” Damon grabbed a piece of cake and threw it into his mouth. “Just because of a bunch of admirers, you want to scare me into running away from school? That’s so ridiculous it makes me laugh.”

"Not even for one day?"

Professor McGonagall still wanted to persist.

Before Damon could speak, Professor Flitwick had already said:
"Come on, Minerva. These little witches are just starting to fall in love. They've finally grown to like someone so much. You should give them some space to express their feelings, right?"
If Damon disappears, I'm afraid things will only get worse.

“Felius. Even you.”

"It seems we've reached a conclusion?"

Dumbledore's expression remained smiling.

Such an outstanding person deserves to be so popular.

This is how the world should be.

"I really don't know why we've gathered here specifically to talk about this."

Professor McGonagall shook her head and said one last thing to Damon before leaving: "Remember what I told you at Christmas? You have to make an appearance."

After saying that, she left first—it seemed that the others didn't support her, and she was also angry.

"Understood, Professor, I'm considering it."

"What is it? Is it convenient to talk about it?"

After Professor McGonagall left, Dumbledore couldn't help but ask.

Snape, who was about to leave, quietly slowed down, while Professor Flitwick simply stopped moving.

“It’s Quidditch.” Damon’s expression was amused. “Professor McGonagall put me on the Gryffindor team as a substitute. She hopes I can play at least once this semester.”

"Oh, that's a very normal request."

"Well, I just don't understand why she seems unusually insistent on this—actually, I'm not a big fan of Quidditch."

“That’s a shame. Quidditch is the best sport in the world.” Dumbledore paused. “As for Minerva, it involves a story from the past, but you’ll have to tell her yourself.”

"Hmph, boring."

Snape tossed his robes and left.

“Oh—I know about that. Damon, you really should have gone out there and beaten Slytherin.”

“There seems to be some story behind this,” Damon said thoughtfully. “However, even if I don’t play, Gryffindor won’t lose with Harry on the field.”

"It's still not safe enough, isn't it?"

“Watch your words,” his expression suddenly turned serious, then he winked at me the next second, “Who gave you the right to spout such nonsense about my beloved savior?”

Professor Flitwick burst into laughter, thoroughly amused, and jumped onto Damon's shoulders to be carried out—"Shouldn't I take advantage of the fact that our heartthrob hasn't been won over yet and get to know him better?"

"Not bad, you know how to be pragmatic."

Damon carried him out of Dumbledore's office, leaving the last lonely old man behind.

"When did their relationship become so good?"

The next morning, in the auditorium lobby.

Just as Damon said, he wouldn't be scared away and hide from the limelight just because many people are pursuing him.

Despite this, he has received batch after batch of candies with a slight aphrodisiac effect today.

However, there are still some problems.

Faced with a wide variety of dishes, Damon hesitated for a moment before choosing three items—he was certain that none of them had been drugged.

Just as he was fretting, Harry brought a beautiful girl—to avoid suspicion, he sat between Damon and Cho Chang, separating them.

“Hey!” Harry’s voice cracked as soon as he opened his mouth, even though he had tried his best to make everything sound natural before he set off.

"Is your voice broken, Harry?"

Damon peeled a tea egg for himself—he had asked the elves to make it after he gave them a Christmas present.

This little creature is so convenient and adorable.

Seeing that Damon's expression was normal, and hearing the woman's soft laughter beside him, Harry's face flushed slightly, and he couldn't help but laugh as well.

"I'd like to introduce you to a new friend, Qiu Zhang."

(End of this chapter)