Meeting

Marcus Flint was immediately taken to the school hospital by Mrs. Hooch. There was chaos on the Quidditch pitch without a referee - yes, chaos again.

If it weren't for the presence of the headmaster and professors, Gryffindor would have rushed to the Slytherin viewing gallery. Some people swung their wands and threw the automatic curse paint at the Slytherin seats hatefully. They were blocked by the senior Slytherins on the field, and brilliant colors exploded in the air, almost as if they were celebrating something. 

The fallen paint dutifully completed its mission on the Quidditch field. For a moment, the ground between Gryffindor and Slytherin was colorful, full of insults to Slytherin.

The Slytherin audience stood amidst the angry shouts of Gryffindors, as happy as if they had won the Quidditch Cup.

"Now let's see how biased Dumbledore is." They talked incessantly.

Harry held the Golden Snitch and slowly landed on the grass. He had a pale face, as if he was the one who fell to the ground.

"Harry!" The Weasley brothers immediately gathered around, "Are you okay?"

Harry looked towards the direction where Mrs. Hooch was controlling the stretcher to fly away: "Will he be okay?"

"That's Flint!" Angelina said in disbelief. "He tried to cancel your win in such a dirty way! And you care about him-"

"He fell!" cried Harry Potter. "Even Dudley, I never thought he would actually do anything like that-"

"You didn't push him down!" Angelina said impatiently, "It's just a matter of lying down for a few more days! Pay attention to the result of the game, Harry!"

Wood was arguing with the Slytherin players and didn't pay attention to the situation at all. Harry turned back and stared at Dumbledore. The principal was talking seriously to Professor McGonagall and Snape. The funny hat had been taken off, and his silver-white beard and hair were fluttering in the cold wind.

"Prefect, take the students back to the lounge and do a good job of comforting them." Dumbledore finally said, his loud voice echoing on the court, covering up all the curses.

Percy stood up and said with an air of dignity: "Did you all hear what the principal said? Stop arguing. All lower-grade Gryffindors, please come with me."

"Shut up, Percy, or I'll squeeze paint into your mouth!" Ron said angrily.

Professor Burbage squeezed through the crowd and waved to Anthony.

Anthony put his ear close to her and heard her say: "Minerva asked me to tell you that there will be a meeting in the principal's office in one hour."

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"I'm a little surprised." Dumbledore said calmly and frankly, looking around at the people in the office. "It should be beyond many people's expectations that things will develop like this."

In his office stood the staff related to the game: referee Mrs. Hooch, Head of Gryffindor McGonagall, Head of Slytherin, Snape, and Anthony, who was forced to interrupt the game for the first time. Game progress man.

Marcus Flint is now lying in the school hospital, enjoying hero's treatment. Many Slytherin students from well-off families came to visit him and extended an olive branch to him for cooperation after graduation. At least four families have extended invitations to him, saying that he "is worthy of being a member of the Flint family" and hope to "have the opportunity to cooperate in the future."

Mrs. Hooch said that the strategy on the court should be discussed within Slytherin, but only this big man who was focused on Quidditch results actually jumped.

"Is there a corresponding treatment in the Quidditch rules, Hooch?" Dumbledore asked.

Mrs. Hooch frowned and said: "According to the rules, in case of emergencies, both games should be considered invalid."

"I agree," Snape said. "If it works this time, I wonder why it didn't work last time."

"Everyone knows what happened today." Professor McGonagall said, looking at everyone seriously, "and Potter's broom really had a problem at that time. Although the first game was an emergency, this time But someone deliberately messed it up. We didn't find anything wrong with Flint's broom..."

"What does 'everyone knows' mean?" Snape said tactfully, "Explain it to me, a person who lives in a remote cellar... Great, have you found any evidence to prove that Potter's broom was cursed? Are you under control?"

Professor McGonagall gritted her teeth and said, "We haven't found any evidence or the perpetrator yet."

Anthony interjected: "I'm sorry, I really can't listen anymore. Even I can see that no one will give up regardless of the result of the game. If the results of these two games are invalid, will there be a rematch? Until a certain side competes again No one can perform high-altitude throwing objects anymore?"

Mrs. Hooch suddenly blurted out: "There are more Slytherin substitutes!"

Anthony glanced at Snape in surprise. Judging from his inscrutable expression, he might really mean this.

Professor McGonagall said in surprise: "That's your student!"

Snape nodded: "Yes, those are your students too. If you ever pay attention to the cellar - by the way, please don't do this - you will find that after the hourglass bottoms out, they have already spent a little bit of house points. And going crazy. Their collective sense of honor was almost at its peak, and I thought that was what you wanted to see, Dumbledore."

Anthony interrupted them: "Those are all Hogwarts students! If you don't care about student safety, at least I do!"

Dumbledore stared at Anthony and said calmly: "I am very touched, Henry. Whether it is the basilisk or Quidditch, you have shown an extraordinary desire for safety."

This sentence, by coincidence, hit Anthony's back. This is not what a principal should say.

"I'm curious, Principal." Anthony said in a calm tone, "You should have been teaching at the school when Myrtle was a student... What was it like?"

"sorry?"

"How does it feel to suddenly find that one of your students has become a ghost one day?" Anthony asked. "A dead student is always wandering in the corridor and bathroom on the second floor, reminding you that a young life died inexplicably. How does it feel here?"

Professor McGonagall let out a small exclamation, but quickly suppressed it. Mrs. Hooch looked at them doubtfully... She was usually on the Quidditch pitch that Myrtle longed for but couldn't go to, and didn't know there was such a ghost.

"I can't stand people who should be alive dying in front of me." Anthony declared, "Wizards have much higher medical standards than Muggles, but wizards can also die...I..."

A wild surge of magic surged through him.

"...I will not allow what happened to Myrtle to happen while I am teaching. Headmaster, you know what I mean."

"I know very well," said Dumbledore, his blue eyes filled with sadness, "I know very well what you mean."