Dumbledore Asked Calmly Novels & Stories

said Lycus Lewis, smiling with relief. "Who?" Draco asked. "Albus White, The Wise White Dragon." "What? Albus?" exclaimed Draco in surprise. The ceramic cup that was in Draco's hand came loose and smashed to pieces on the floor. Draco's heart was pounding wildly because of the choking mix of emotions. “Are you sure? Albus?" asked Astrid, incredulous at what she heard. "Yes, Albus," answered Lycus Lewis as he looked Draco straight in the eye.

Erik looked at the author of that phrase with a blank look, and addressed him. "And why, if you could humor me, would the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot and the Supreme Mugwamp of the ICW not want help when the safety of almost seven hundred student are in the line?" "I… I…" That was all that Albus Dumbledore managed to say before shutting up again. "Yeah, I imagined that." Erik said, before continuing what he was saying before the interruption.

He seems calm now, not like how he was only seconds ago. How is he going to play this? “Aren’t you going to ask me if I want something to drink?” He asks, completely calm. Okay, that’s how.

Don't tell him they were wrong about his kind! 'No... He had to be bluffing!' he thought to himself. “Now let’s try that again," Albus spoke. "Over the past few years, did you do the rite exactly as I told you to do? Or did you make some changes that shouldn’t have been made?”