No one can disturb my retirement life in the Red Mansion

Chapter 844: Don’t do human affairs
"I want to open another magic school. Really, I think monopoly can only lead to a decline in quality." Hermione wanted to jump up and down again. The textbooks have not been changed for a hundred years, and ghosts and stutterers can become teachers by reading from the books. She felt that she could not live like this anymore.

"Ah!" Ou Mengmeng also sighed. When she thought of the education level of Hogwarts, she wanted to sigh. For example, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class just mentioned was cursed by the Nosed Monster, and no one could do it for more than a year. Ou Mengmeng sighed, not knowing whether it was cursed by the Nosed Monster or by Dumbledore.

I thought of their class. In the past seven years, the best teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts was a retired Auror Moody disguised as a Death Eater. The second best was Lupin the werewolf! So you see, the good teachers are unsafe, and the bad teachers are useless. There was also an old lizard in the middle, who looked at the people and treated them differently.

So how to learn to fight, well, rely on talent or something else? God knows. However, what can she say? Letting a child fight was not something she wanted to think about, so she could only bow her head and agree.

She really couldn't say anything about the other teachers. Third-year electives, such as Muggle Studies, Divination, Household Magic, etc. She had read the Muggle Studies textbook and she wanted to die;
As for the Divination class, she felt a little sorry for the one who had been in trouble for his whole life because of a prophecy. She sympathized with the one who had no ability to survive, but as the headmaster, she really felt a little pain in enduring Dumbledore's way of hiring people. If you care about education at all, you wouldn't do this.

Anyway, in the seven books, she had never seen Dumbledore do anything related to education. He was actually just a mentor to Harry Potter, and he raised piglets, not students. Students are there to pass on ideas and civilization, and piglets are there to be killed.

In the final battle, Dumbledore tricked Harry, just like he tricked Harry's mother and the Noseless Monster into dying together. At that time, Harry was also determined to die. In order to protect the wizarding world and for world peace, he was willing to sacrifice his life!

Because I am your last Horcrux. If you kill me, you will kill yourself. Doesn't it sound confusing? But that's what I mean!
Harry not dying was not in Dumbledore's imagination. The author thought that there were two souls in my body. If I killed one, there was still another one. So Harry didn't die. Then Ou Mengmeng wanted to ask, how do you know that it was the soul of the little Voldemort who was killed, and not little Harry?

What if it was Harry who was killed, and Volvo survived? This time, he really succeeded in taking over a real body. He has already adapted well and has no rejection reaction at all. Isn't it scary to think about it? Ginny married Harry, but it could actually be Volvo, who even became the head of the Auror Department...

Ou Mengmeng looked down at Harry's pale face. She also wondered if she was a little cold-blooded. She knew he was the protagonist and that he couldn't die, so she didn't care. But how to extract this soul fragment?

Ou Mengmeng now wants to go to the British Museum to see if there are any effective exorcism rituals in China, one is to help Harry, and the other is to help Professor Qi Luo.

Basically, Professor Qiluo's body is now dead. He is covered with garlic to cover up the smell of rotting corpse. So Professor Qiluo cannot be saved, but how to kill the guy who has resurrected is a troublesome matter. I don't know if asking Hagrid to borrow some of Yaya's black dog blood will work. Sticky rice or black donkey hoof, I heard that this is for Zongzi. It's difficult!

"I think you should practice martial arts regularly. With better physical reaction, you will be much better at using and controlling magic." Think about the novel, Harry is in Dumbledore's Army, helping everyone learn martial arts. Professor Flitwick, who likes her, is a master of martial arts. He can organize an interest class for interested children to take as a physical education class.

Draco nodded. Ou Mengmeng had suggested this before. They also have extracurricular courses in Muggle elementary schools. Draco likes fencing very much. It's very gentlemanly. However, in the wizarding world, they use wands. The most commonly used one is "Disarm you!" Of course, when they were talking at that time, Ou Mengmeng was thinking, what is that Gryffindor sword? In the last battle, Neville was not holding the Gryffindor sword. Should I buy a gun and try it later? The wizarding world is not allowed to use electrical appliances, so guns are considered machines, right? Of course, Ou Mengmeng doesn't need to think too much about this, because it's just a random thought.

After chatting with the school doctor for a while, Dumbledore and Snape also rushed over. Harry was still unconscious, Draco and Hermione were guarding him, and Ou Mengmeng was pulled outside.

"Don't ask me, I really don't know. Harry suddenly covered his scar and said it hurt, and then he fainted. I quickly brought him here." Ou Mengmeng quickly raised her hand to show her attitude.

"Ms. Foster, no one blames you." Snape still had a good impression of Ou Mengmeng, so he said quickly.

"Of course, but shouldn't Harry be examined more professionally?" Dumbledore hesitated. He really didn't know why Harry fainted. After all, the noseless monster's magical operation was unimaginable to normal people.

"Yes!" Ou Mengmeng nodded, although she knew very well that this could not be found out.

"Then send him to St. Mungo's." Snape was a man of action. At this moment, he was a truly excellent teacher. No matter when, he wanted to put his students behind him, especially Harry, who was the child he wanted to protect with his life.

Ou Mengmeng was very happy. That was great. Harry had gone to St. Mungo's and would not be back for ten days or half a month. But, who would Dumbledore find to challenge the level? But it had nothing to do with her. She swore to Merlin that she did not interfere just because she knew the plot. She really put all her energy into the Room of Requirement.

"Ms. Foster, could you come sit in my office for a while? I have very..." The old man was about to say that he had very delicious candies, but then he remembered that Professor McGonagall had recently banned him from eating sweets. The corner of his mouth twitched, "Well, there is some very good black tea."

"That's great." What could Ou Mengmeng say? Think about English black tea. Well, she likes the aroma of black tea.

The principal's office is on the eighth floor, but the entrance is on the third floor. This is the seventh floor, and if it were normal, they could go upstairs, but Ou Mengmeng silently went downstairs with the old man and entered through the main entrance, where there was the famous ugly gatekeeper statue.

From the perspective of an audience, there is nothing wrong with that story, but from the perspective of a principal, Lao Deng is more than just an unqualified person. I say again, he is a good person, but not a good teacher, a normal principal.