I can enter Hogwarts in the last days

Chapter 297 Ian’s doubts and the principal’s answer

Ian knew very well that in the small research room just now, it was conservatively estimated that there were at least 20 cameras, filming them everywhere.

But this is still not the point. The point is that these people have clearly seen the horror of fungi in the two injured people, but they still chose to remain indifferent.

If it was just a seal carcass at the beginning, then scientific research could be used as an excuse to cover it up, but now there is clearly a precedent of human parasitic death, and the Muggle leaders are still unwilling to cooperate openly and honestly.

This is no longer dirty and lies, but a disregard for suffering and misfortune, and even a disregard for all life, putting one's own interests above countless ordinary Muggles.

As the conversation just ended, the office fell into a brief silence. Dumbledore was still stirring the black tea in front of him with a spoon, as if there was a treasure hidden inside.

Ian was not in a hurry to break the calm. He was also reviewing in his mind what he had just seen and heard.

Whenever he calms down when faced with major events, he knows very well that his words and deeds now affect not only personal issues, but also the lives and safety of many people.

After a long time, when the black tea had almost cooled down, Ian broke the calm with a voice:

"Is it a Squib? Have you considered the worst?"

From the perspective of others, this mindless question would be simply incomprehensible.

At this moment, Dumbledore, who was sitting opposite, understood. He put down the spoon in his hand and said calmly:
"It's Squib. Her great-grandfather was a wizard."

The two didn't mention the name, but they both knew they were talking about the surviving infected person.

"There is no worst-case scenario! They dare not and cannot!"

As he spoke, Dumbledore's blue eyes reflected his sharp gaze through the half-moon lenses. At the same time, a long-lost aura arose in his body. It was the aura of the legendary wizard after his soul had awakened.

Fortunately, there were only two people in the office at the moment. If there was one more person, even a powerful wizard like Snape or Flitwick, it would be impossible to remain calm under Dumbledore's full aura.

"Only at this moment do you make me feel like a real magic school principal, not the old man who only knows how to eat candy."

Ian said jokingly on the surface, but he was also surprised on the inside. Although everyone was theoretically awakened, Dumbledore gave him the feeling that there was a difference between 9 points and 1 point.

Theoretically, they are all in single digits, and there is no qualitative change. But in reality, the difference between the two is huge. One person can make a qualitative change exceeding ten digits with just one step, but there is still a long way to go.

But Ian said he didn't care about this, and was even happy to see the result. First of all, he didn't take a behind-the-scenes villain script, and he wasn't afraid that the old principal would become powerful.

Secondly, in this world, Merlin appeared for thousands of years. Is it really that easy to awaken for the fifth time?
Not to mention the four giants of Hogwarts more than 1000 years ago, and even the despicable Herbo in ancient Greece, none of them were gifted.

Rowena Ravenclaw, in particular, has amazed the years with her unparalleled wisdom, but in the end she was still stuck at the last step...

Closer to home.

Dumbledore's aura quietly dissipated when Ian talked about candy, and he became the ordinary old man again.

"Yes, how can we forget about candy while chatting." Dumbledore stood up and walked straight to his treasure chest of candy.

Not long after, two plates of sweets were placed on the table, one plate of milk toffee and the other a pile of cockroaches that would never be absent.

Ian picked up the candy and felt the squirming of the cockroach's legs and the swiping touch of the tentacles in his hands. Without any hesitation, he took it directly into his mouth.

After biting the teeth, the familiar taste is still there, the perfect combination of lemon and honey.Dumbledore also ate several pieces of candy in a row, then picked up the black tea that had already cooled down and took a big sip.

"Actually, your worries are not unreasonable. In the past, this kind of thing could not be prohibited, but now the squib wand you and Gellert got will prevent this kind of thing from happening to a certain extent. The wand is not just a tool, it actually represents something. kind of identity,"

Dumbledore put down the tea cup and continued: "As for the worst-case scenario you mentioned, capturing squibs and even wizards on a large scale, they didn't dare before, and they dare not even now, especially after Gellert left Nurmengard."

Speaking of this, Dumbledore paused for a moment and sighed: "Fear of death makes them greedy, but it also makes them weak..."

It turned out that Ian understood what Dumbledore meant. What he originally thought was that in order to study antibodies, Muggles would arrest squibs or wizards for clinical trials.

In the past, there were so-called hunters in the United States who would cooperate with Muggle executives to capture some wizards and squibs and send them for experiments.

But now that Grindelwald has come back, no organization dares to attack wizards openly. At most, they just quietly choose squibs.

As for the Grindelwald information, in fact, senior officials from various countries have already mastered it.Just like the British Ministry of Magic arranges Auror protection around the Prime Minister, Muggle executives also have their own information channels to understand the wizarding world.

The so-called confidentiality law only applies to 99% of ordinary people. Otherwise, when Sirius escaped from prison in the original book, the TV station would not have broadcast the news, let alone offer rewards to ordinary people for clues.

Closer to home.

Ian knew that the squib wands he and Grindelwald had made now blocked this loophole, allowing squibs to hold wands.

Then they naturally enjoy the protection of the International Federation of Wizards in name.

After solving this problem, Ian quickly revealed his second doubt.

"Professor, what they were talking about just now is the evolution and degeneration of fungi..."

"You can rest assured on this." Dumbledore answered directly without any hesitation.

Perhaps seeing Ian's still confused look, Dumbledore continued:

"I know your concerns. Just like a locksmith is matching keys, they are also adapting to magic, but when they adapt to magic, they will eventually become magic."

"After you adapt to magic, it will eventually become magic..." Ian tasted this sentence carefully. It was hard for him to imagine that a Western wizard would say such a Zen-like sentence.

Think for a long time.

Ian said with a wry smile: "What else are you hiding... Forget it, just pretend I didn't ask. As long as you know what's going on, it's fine. I'm just a student at Hogwarts. Reading and falling in love are what I should do. .”

Rather than exploring and being curious, he prefers to enjoy life. If someone volunteers to stand in front of him, why not do it.

"I'm glad you can think so. Only then will I have the sense of accomplishment as a principal."

Ian rolled his eyes speechlessly, secretly thinking that it was indeed the case. When faced with the core question, Dumbledore began to ramble.

But it didn't matter whether Dumbledore said it or not. Ian was really not interested in it. After his soul awakened, he also lost his aggressiveness in magic.

　Huh~ Xiaodi finally finished coding before 12 o'clock, la la la

　　
　
(End of this chapter)