When Professor McGonagall brought Karl to the Headmasters Office, Dumbledore was sitting in his chair, examining the restored ravenclaw diadem.
Noticing them enter, Dumbledore was just about to greet them when he saw the stern expression on Professor McGonagall's face.
"What is it, Minerva? Did something go wrong? Or is a student in danger?"
That shouldn't be right; he had members of the Order of the Phoenix disguised with Polyjuice Potion among the students, and they would ensure the safety of every Little Wizard. If there were truly a problem, they would certainly have sent an emergency signal for help.
Besides, Fawkes had also rushed over with Karl. With the two of them together, even he would find it a headache to deal with them.
At this moment, the portraits of former headmasters on the walls had all awakened, gleefully preparing to watch the show.
The Deputy Headmistress confronting the Headmaster—a battle between Gryffindor lions—their anticipation was maxed out.
Only, they didn't expect Professor McGonagall to wave her wand, causing a curtain—which Karl found vaguely familiar—to appear and cover the entire wall.
"Respected Headmaster Albus Dumbledore! Can you tell me what reason led you to make the decision to send Karl to deal with the Acromantula and the Basilisk?"
"He is just a first-year Little Wizard! He shouldn't be doing such dangerous things!"
"If you believe that we Deans are incompetent and useless, you can simply dismiss us and hire better Wizards to serve as Professors!"
Sensing Professor McGonagall's anger, Dumbledore looked at Karl in confusion: What did you do? I only told you to provide support! You didn't just clear the field with a single burst of fire, did you?
In his original plan, Minerva, Filius, and Pomona would join forces, and with the help of Nina and her magical creature companions, as well as the Order of the Phoenix members and the students, they could completely and easily block the Basilisk and the Acromantula driven by the accomplices of Elvis Heller.
This would not only clear out a portion of the dangerous Acromantula but also train the mentality and abilities of the older Little wizards.
Moreover, as long as Karl appeared to provide support and brought the news of Elvis Heller's failure, the other side would have no choice but to abandon the attack on the Castle.
At that time, Fawkes could follow them, confirm their location, and then bring him over to finish them off.
But now it seemed like there was a small problem... Well! An enormous problem!
Standing at attention, Karl blinked and gave him an honest, simple smile: Sorry, my hands itched for a moment and I couldn't help it; I burned them all to ashes.
Dumbledore: (one_one)
Fine, fine! So that's how you do things? Doesn't that put all the pressure on me?
"Well—Minerva, please calm down first. Actually, there won't be any danger. Karl's strength is completely sufficient—"
"So it really was you who sent him! Do you need me to accompany you to St. Mungos Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries for a checkup?"
Dumbledore:...
I really am not senile; I don't need to be checked for dementia.
However, Dumbledore also knew that the anger of a lioness probably wouldn't be easily quelled.
Professor McGonagall's husband had passed away unexpectedly, they had no children, and she had lived alone for so many years.
To a certain extent, she had already treated Karl as her own Kitten.
This emotion was hard to detect in ordinary times, but when Karl encountered danger, it erupted like a dormant volcano.
"Minerva, sit down and have a cup of tea first. Let me tell you the specific details of this matter."
Dumbledore invited Professor McGonagall and Karl to sit down, and then recounted the cause and effect of the battle tonight.
He particularly emphasized Karl's contribution, how he discovered it, how he gave warnings, how he participated, and even the Horcrux of Lord Voldemort was not omitted.
To sum it up in one sentence: Karl had done many dangerous things, one more wouldn't matter, and with his strength, he could handle it completely.
Karl: (#°Д°)
Dumbledore! You are framing me!
He hurriedly turned his head to look at Professor McGonagall, only to find that she was already smiling—the kind of smile that made one's heart crawl and back chill.
"Lord Voldemort, Horcrux, Fiendfyre, Herpo the Foul, the heart of the Castle, and that Dark Wizard Elvis Heller, plus tonight's Basilisk and the Spider Queen—"
"Very well! Very well indeed! It turns out that so many things have happened while I was unaware."
"Karl Orolin!"
Professor McGonagall shouted angrily, drew her wand, and was about to take action, as if she were holding a feather duster.
Karl was so scared he jumped, instantly transforming into a Cougar, jumped off the stool, and ran for his life.
There was no other way; if he didn't run, he would be getting a beating—he was allergic to that dish.
"You still dare to run? Stand still!"
Professor McGonagall transformed directly into a tabby cat and chased after Karl.
"Meow! Awoo! Awoo!"
All of a sudden, the entire Headmasters Office became a playground for cats, incredibly lively.
However, facts proved that a small cat still couldn't beat an old cat, and he was pressed directly to the ground.
He could only cover his head with his paws to defend himself, welcoming Professor McGonagall's barrage of cat punches.
Dumbledore: (￣▽￣)
Haha! The little guy still wanted me to take the blame for you? That's definitely not happening!
I, the Old Headmaster, have eaten more bridges than you have walked, how could you possibly outsmart me?
Dumbledore leaned back tactically in his high-backed chair, took a sip of hot tea, and narrowed his eyes comfortably.
"Minerva, stop, don't hit him anymore." Yes! Grab his tail! Don't let him run!
"Educating children shouldn't just rely on beating." Beat him! He must be beaten! How will he remember the lesson if he isn't beaten!
Adhering to the principle of "the more chaos, the better," the manipulative Dumbledore began his ineffective persuasion.
The effect, if not immediate, was at least negligible.
Just at this moment, a knock on the door saved Karl, and Professor Flitwick walked into the office.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, just now when repairing the covered bridge, I found that—uh—something had fallen."
Flitwick looked at the scene in the room in shock, feeling as if he were hallucinating.
Professor McGonagall, transformed into a tabby cat, was pinning Karl down with one paw, the other raised in the air.
And Karl, transformed into a Cougar, was covering his head with his paws, curled into a fur ball, looking like he was getting beaten up.
This—is this right?
Seeing Flitwick's disbelieving eyes, Professor McGonagall immediately let go of Karl and transformed back into human form.
Then, she elegantly grabbed the back of the Cougar's neck and lifted the utterly dejected Karl up.
After returning to her chair and sitting down, she began to pet the cat as if nothing had happened, smoothing out the messy fur caused by the beating.
After punishing the child, some comfort was also needed; after all, the anger was real, but the heartache was real too.
"Am I coming at a bad time?"
Karl: No! You came at exactly the right time!
"Oh, Filius, come and have some tea," Dumbledore greeted Professor Flitwick, "Where is Pomona?"
Flitwick walked over to the chair Karl had vacated and sat down, "She went to send the students back to their dormitories."
"Good, what was it that fell?"
"It's this!"
Flitwick placed a rectangular stone box on the desk and opened it; inside was a Spiral Sword.
"Those Dark Wizards used this magic sword during the battle and almost hurt Minerva. Luckily, Nina's companions helped, otherwise—"
Hearing this, Karl immediately raised his head to look at Professor McGonagall. Professor Flitwick's tone was full of lingering fear, showing that the situation at the time must have been extremely dangerous.
Professor McGonagall's mouth curled up, and she vigorously rubbed the cat's head. The concern from her Kitten made her very happy.
"To think it's this kind of weapon again—"
Dumbledore looked at Professor McGonagall seriously, "I'm sorry, Minerva, this is my mistake."
Professor McGonagall shook her head, "Albus, it is not your fault; those Dark Wizards are the culprits."
"And it was my own carelessness. I must thank you for letting Nina help us so that Milo, Evele, Lucy, and Seth could save me in time."
A look of nostalgia flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, "We must thank them properly. Magical creatures will always give us the greatest help at critical moments."
Back then, it was Newt Scamander's Niffler that helped steal the blood pact from Grindelwald.
Karl jumped to the floor, transformed back into human form, and placed the armor fragments he had collected on the table as well.
"This is the armor from the last Dark Wizard; it also possesses the same blood-red light as that spear."
"Headmaster, can you recognize their origins?"
Dumbledore took off his glasses and wiped them, "Actually, I wish I hadn't recognized them."
Karl was puzzled: "Why?"
"Because the spear used by Elvis Heller is called Gae Bolg, and the name of this Spiral Sword is Caladbolg."
Karl: (⊙⊙)
What the hell?
The magic spear and magic sword from Celtic mythology?
What that guy Elvis Heller said... could it be true?
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