Hogwarts: Dumbledore reigned over the wizarding world.

Chapter 304 The Professor in the Forbidden Forest

Before I knew it, snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

Li Tianshi's illusory figure, as if walking in a reflection, disappeared into the falling snow.

Dumbledore was left alone, gazing at the night sky and the outline of the mountain range winding out into the darkness.

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Nobody knows what he's thinking.

In the dead of night on Mount Hua, in a place unnoticed by anyone, two legendary wizards parted on bad terms in the snow because they couldn't agree on what to say.

Meanwhile, 5000 miles away, on the other side of the world in the Scottish Highlands, the light of dawn was just beginning to fill the sky.

The sky was overcast, with gray, leaden clouds hanging heavily like a huge, uneven stone slab on the firmament.

Without the sun, the wind blowing from Black Lake became increasingly biting, carrying icy moisture that felt like knives.

When Harry and Ron woke up, they encountered Hagrid in the courtyard, who was already wearing a mole-skin coat. This burly and bulky Forbidden Forest Warden, wrapped in fur, looked like a mountain in front of Harry and Ron.

The two instinctively gathered in front of his stomach to block the wind blowing in through the door.

"Damn weather, I bet it's going to snow today. Harry and Ron, you guys need to wear more layers, look at you, shivering—"

"It should resemble a quail."

Harry didn't care if he looked like a quail, and he didn't have a fur coat. He breathed out hot air and rubbed his hands together as he asked, "Hagrid, what are you doing at the castle?"

Hagrid doesn't usually come to the castle except for holidays.

"Of course I have work to do," Hagrid said in a loud voice. "Lots of work. The magical creatures borrowed from the Forbidden Forest for the practical classes haven't been replaced in a long time, so I need to check on their condition. If necessary, I might need to get a new batch. Also, Professor Flitwick has something to discuss with me—"

At this point, Hagrid suddenly stopped, a hint of embarrassment appearing on his face beneath his thick beard.

Harry and Ron immediately sensed something was wrong and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

Hagrid stammered, "No, nothing, I promised to keep it a secret—alright, lads, hurry up and have breakfast in the Great Hall. I need to finish my business quickly and get back to my cabin. Vaughn invited me to explore the Forbidden Forest today to find Aragog—Merlin, my mouth deserves a beating!"

He slapped himself in the face and then hurriedly walked away.

Harry and Ron looked at each other in bewilderment.

Ten minutes later, at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, the two told Hermione about Hagrid's unusual behavior.

Hermione scoffed at their boundless curiosity: "Professor Flitwick probably asked Hagrid to keep some private business a secret, so what's so strange about that?"

Ron, however, thought Hermione was naive: "What private matter requires such secrecy? Only you would think the professors are all good people."

"Is the professor a bad person?"

"Quirinas Quirrell?"

Ok!

Hermione was speechless, but she still thought Ron was being paranoid, and sharply retorted, "So, you think Professor Flitwick is a bad person?"

Well----

Frankly, of all the professors at Hogwarts, Professor Pomona Sprout, Head of Hufflepuff House, is the kindest person imaginable, if only she didn't lead everyone on farm work and get them all covered in dirt during Herbology class.

Second only to her was Professor Flitwick.

Witty and humorous.

Harry still remembers how, on the first day of his first year, when Professor Flitwick read his name from the list, he was so "excited" that he tumbled off the table.

Harry knew, of course, that he was joking to welcome Harry Potter to school. After all, during Charms class that day, Professor Flitwick had only called on Harry once when asking questions.

After realizing that Harry had no background in spells, he covered up Harry's embarrassment with a little joke.

In fact, Flitwick was a fairly fair professor.

Especially when it comes to grading, he never makes things difficult for anyone. As long as someone can answer his questions, he will give them points, regardless of which house they belong to. He's neither as strict as Professor McGonagall who avoids Gryffindor, nor as shamelessly biased as Snape.

Even Ron, who is stubborn and a conspiracy theorist, has really no flaws.