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Chapter 194: Harmony of Master and Disciple Dumbledore【For subscription, for data】

Seeing the light in the basilisk's pupils completely dimmed, Amber breathed a sigh of relief.

The thunder around the body quickly dissipated, and seeing the Weasley twins running fast, Amber's figure was shaky.

Exactly, when George ran behind him, the great Amber Cadmus lost the last trace of strength in his body and fell softly on George's body.

"Amber!

"Are you all right? Amber!99

"Get some water!"

"Carry him into the auditorium!"

"Fuck, this situation should be ventilated outside, damn Gryffindor, do you understand?

"How about we take Amber to the school hospital, shall we?"

Seeing Amber fall, the people around immediately panicked.

A group of people talked about the solution, but the more ideas. The harder it is to make a choice.

But at this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded like a stop sign, instantly stopping everyone's noise.

"Everyone, get out of the way and let me take a look."

After hearing this voice, even the proudest student gave way obediently, revealing the old man with white hair and white beard.

Dumbledore.

"Oh one by one... It seems that I missed a very exciting scene.

Dumbledore hurried to Amber's side and reached out to take Amber's palm.

Even with his eyes closed, Amber could feel Dumbledore wink silently at himself.

Immediately he stood up and looked at Professor McGonagall hurried over. said:

"It's just a drain, don't worry, Minerva."

"Dumbledore, what the hell is going on?"

The moment he saw Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall's heart burst into anger.

Merlin, there is such a monster hidden in the school, the students are turned around by Amber's command, and a terrifying action force erupts.

And all the professors were kept in the dark, and no one knew what was going on.

"Rest assured, Minerva, everything is as expected.

"But now, we should deal with that big guy first.

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Amber couldn't lie down.

Damn old bee, I do all the dirty work, you jump out and grab people's heads?

Thinking of this, Amber no longer pretended to be dizzy. A painful groan came out of his voice at the right time, pretending to be weak, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Professor Dumbledore, you are finally back.

Seeing Amber wake up, a smile flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, and he naturally turned to squat beside Amber, and asked with concern:

"Yes, I'm late, Amber, are you all right?"

"I'm fine, professor, how's the basilisk?"

Amber gritted his teeth.

"Oh, don't worry, Amber, you did a great job, that guy is completely out of danger."

Dumbledore didn't seem to catch the implied meaning in Amber's tone, and still showed the elder demeanor of Damn it.

"Don't worry, Amber, I'll take care of it. All you need now is a good rest."

As he said that, Dumbledore wanted to stand up, but his hand was suddenly tightly grasped by Ann Amber.

"No, professor, basilisks are quite dangerous, and I can't let you, an old man, take your chances."9

"I'm the one who handles this matter, or it's better for me to finish it off.

In the eyes of others, this is the strong teacher-student friendship between the principal and the students.

The old principal was concerned about the physical condition of the students, and could not bear to bear the heavy work of the already overworked students.

And the young students are very concerned about the elderly principal, and can't bear such an old man to complete the task that originally belonged to him.

But in fact, in the eyes of the old and the young, there is an alternative communication.

"Professor, I killed the basilisk. It's inappropriate for you to grab the spoils as soon as you come?"

Staring into Dumbledore's eyes with a smile, Amber's eyes revealed such a message.

"Dear Amber, this basilisk is also school property, isn't it?"9

Dumbledore smiled, his eyes still calm.

"I don't care. If you don't spit out some real benefits today, you must not take away the basilisk."

Amber's grip on Dumbledore's hand jerked hard, showing unparalleled firmness.

"Otherwise, we'll be wasting our time here!

Feeling Amber's firm belief, Dumbledore sighed slightly, stood up and said:

"Minerva, take the students back to the dormitory first, the toxin of the basilisk is quite dangerous, even if it is dead, it must not be careless.

Saying that, Dumbledore turned his eyes to Amber, his eyes extremely complicated.

"Let me talk to Mr Cadmus.

A few minutes later, in the principal's office.

Amber sat on the sofa, holding a cup of hot cocoa, and said angrily to Dumbledore:

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"The principal, the one who does not count, has no friends. 35

Amber's pre-emptive questioning caused Dumbledore to raise his eyebrows, puzzled.

"What does this mean, Amber?"9

Watching Dumbledore's usual innocence, Amber put the hot cocoa on the table and drew his wand at his temple.

After a while, a pale silver memory was drawn out, put into a glass bottle, and presented to Dumbledore.

"Professor, if I remember correctly, our agreement is that you will help me settle the Presbyterian Church, and I will handle the internal affairs of the school, right?

"That's right, Amber, that's how we agreed."

"Look at this, Professor, the Presbyterian Council has already started targeting me during your absence.

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Amber pointed to his memory with an impatient look on his face.

Looking at Amber's memory, Dumbledore never knew what restraint was.

He neatly walked to the Pensieve, poured in his memory, and plunged into it.

After a while, when Dumbledore returned, the expression on his face was rather solemn.

He didn't mention the pawns of the Presbyterian Church in his memory, but sat behind his desk with a gloomy face, thinking about something.

Amber was not in a hurry, watching Dumbledore ponder, he picked up the hot cocoa again, felt the fragrant smell melt on the tip of his tongue, and waited leisurely for Dumbledore's next words.

"Amber, what do you think?"

"What do you think? Is it the Presbyterian Church? Or that black notebook?"

Amber didn't lift his eyes, his eyes fixed on the brown Cocoa, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Amber, I always thought you were very smart, even the smartest student in school."

Amber's reply confirmed Dumbledore's suspicions, and he sighed deeply, looking at Amber admiringly.

"Come on, Professor, your compliments are always hard to hear. 35

Amber shook his head, gulping down the cocoa before looking up to meet Dumbledore's eyes.

"Let's not go around too much, Professor, you and I both know exactly what that notebook is."

"After all, we had guessed before, didn't we?"

With that said, Amber stood up and walked beside Dumbledore.

"Professor, is this thing related to you? Li.