They certainly wouldn't mind giving that person some eye drops and some stumbling blocks.

Let’s leave aside others, let’s just talk about Dumbledore, the actual controller of Hogwarts.

If he saw Gretel's flying spell, he might not do anything, but he would definitely keep Gretel under surveillance.

It's better that this kind of thing doesn't happen.

He trusts Dumbledore, but this does not mean that he completely agrees with Dumbledore, even if there is not a Dark Lord waiting outside.

He had long wanted to protest to Dumbledore.

He wholeheartedly disagreed with many of Dumbledore's actions.

Especially that damn savior training plan.

Gretel didn't know that Snape had so many words in his mind, but there was no doubt that Snape had never harmed him.

"Okay, Professor."

Gretel didn't say anything else, he just picked up the broom and followed Snape to fly slowly to Hogwarts.

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Hogwarts Headmaster's Office.

"Welcome back to Hogwarts, Mr. Gretel."

Professor McGonagall still has the same expression that has never changed, serious and kind.

Professor Sprout still had the same smiling expression.

However, it can be seen from the thinner cheeks that the living conditions in the ancient jungle during this holiday should not be that good.

But her eyes were full of joy, so she should have gained a lot.

In addition to Snape, who had just returned with him, three deans from the four major colleges came.

The only person they didn't see was Professor Flitwick from Ravenclaw.

Seeing that no one paid any attention to him after welcoming him, he planned to go back to his dormitory.

Who would have thought that as soon as I started to leave, the office door suddenly opened.

Professor Flitwick walked in drunkenly.

Also coming in was Dumbledore, who also smelled of alcohol.

Snape spoke sadly.

"Albus? Headmaster Dumbledore, so when you said you went to the tavern to find Filius Flitwick, you meant to go to the cocktail party with him?"

Dumbledore blushed for the first time in a long time, "It was a rare opportunity for us to have a ten-pin bowling match. We just watched it for a while.

Severus, you should come too, you don't know the angle of the goal, it's really great, if I were more than ten years younger, I would definitely choose to play."

It was okay if he didn't speak, but when he spoke, Professor McGonagall's face darkened.

"Mr. Gretel, you can go back to Ravenclaw Tower first. The house elves will deliver food to you later. If you have any other needs, you can ask them."

Gretel ignored Dumbledore and Professor Flitwick's calls for help and quickly fled from the office.

Before the door could be shut tightly, Professor McGonagall's anger burst out.

"Last semester, something as big as the mysterious man sneaking into Hogwarts happened. Didn't you learn a lesson?

Seeing that the school season is about to start again, aren't you worried that something dangerous will happen again?

If any little wizard is harmed because of our laziness, how can we explain it to the parents?

Also, Albus, have you forgotten that the school board impeached you?"

Ravenclaw Tower.

Yinghuan, who had been deserted for three months, finally welcomed a living person. The usually cold and cold doorknocker suddenly became talkative.

After asking Grete several questions in a row, he reluctantly opened the door to the common room.

The first time he saw Sebas, Gretel almost didn't recognize him.

If it weren't for the birdcage with the name engraved on it, he wouldn't have believed that the fat bird in front of him was actually a raven known for its intelligence and majesty.

After not seeing Sebastian for three months, Gretel found that he had at least doubled in weight after being fed by house elves.

There is no sign of the majesty or strength of a raven at all. He looks like a useless bird just waiting to die.

After knocking on the cage, Sebas reluctantly glanced at it with half-open eyes, then turned around and fell asleep again.

When he left, Professor Flitwick reassured him that the school would arrange for someone to take good care of his raven.

If he had known this, he would have followed Terry's suggestion and sent Sebastian to work in a mail delivery center.

Although I have to deliver letters as a public postman every day, at least it won't be like this.

Gretel doubted that if Sebastian went to deliver letters as a postman, he would be roasted by some hungry people as a delicacy sent from the sky.

After all, it's now pudgy and looks more like a roast chicken than a raven.

"We must lose weight. Sebastian, for the sake of your health, your rations will be halved from today on. From tomorrow onwards, send me a message."
Chapter completed!