The Magic Throne at Hogwarts

Xiao Er touched his nose guiltily.

"Naturally there is."

This time it was Harry who asked next.

"What is that like? Is the power terrifying?"

Xiao Er didn't know how to answer for a moment, and he himself wanted to know very much.

But you can't weaken the aura of the boss, so how should you continue to pretend to be sophisticated.

Fortunately, at this moment, the fire above his head exploded, and a phoenix emerged from it.

The phoenix circled above Xiao Er's head, and after dropping a note, the flame flashed again and disappeared.

Very chic.

Xiao Er grabbed the note and glanced at it, his heart sank, the old bee finally wanted to treat himself to tea.

He remained calm on his face, and waved a note at the little wizards.

"The principal is looking for me. I have to leave. As for what you want to see about the sixth-level spell, if ten people reach the level of the fourth-level spell, I will not only prepare mysterious gifts for these ten people, but also demonstrate the sixth-level magic spell for you." Curse, otherwise, it will hit you too hard."

Xiao Er's promise of a bad check really aroused more enthusiasm among the young wizards.

He ordered Alice, Montague, Percy, oh, and Hermione to organize the follow-up teaching.

He patted his ass and left.

I sighed in my heart, it really feels good to be the shopkeeper.

So let's learn more from the old man Dumbledore.

Chapter 49 Contest with the Headmaster

"Pile of cockroaches."

Xiao Er appeared on the eighth floor, read the password, went up the spiral staircase, and came to the principal's office.

Shalton frowned, and his expression became a little more serious. This meeting may determine many follow-up directions.

Before that, he also made some preparations and typed up a lot of drafts. If things were too late, he even brought up the matter of Voldemort parasitizing Quirrell behind his head to distract Dumbledore.

"Son, don't stand still, come in."

The door opened automatically, followed by Dumbledore's kind voice.

Xiao Er restrained his expression, brushed off the dust that did not exist on his shoulders, and stepped in calmly.

"Oh, praise Merlin, the best and best descendant of the Black family..."

Dumbledore sat peacefully on the office chair, and after turning Phileas in the portrait on the wall into a mute with a wave of his hand, he stretched out his hand to signal.

"Shore, please sit down."

Xiao Er raised his head and glanced at the portrait. The man who was suspected to be his great-grandfather looked thin and mean. His eyes were full of anger at the moment, and his mustache was trembling.

He kept himself from laughing, but relaxed, and greeted Dumbledore with a polite little bow.

"Principal, hello."

Dumbledore continued to wave happily.

"Don't stand there stupidly, sit down, come and try my newly bought dessert, Lemon Sherbet, there are sugar and drinks, try them all."

Dumbledore didn't wait for Shaw to agree or not, and jumped to Shaw's desk with an empty cup and a plate of candies.

As soon as Xiao Er sat down, he watched the empty cup being slowly filled with an orange drink, and felt a toothache.

"Principal, just have half a glass first."

Xiao Er quickly used his levitation spell to stop the dessert jug that was levitating and pouring drinks.

A gleam flashed in Dumbledore's benevolent eyes, and he didn't compete with Shaw for control of the dessert pot, it was just a pity.

"Sweets can always bring people a sense of happiness, and people who love sweets are not bad people."

Shaw was very tired.

From the time he stepped through the gate, Lao Deng has been giving him eye drops.

Outside the door, he first emphasized the subject and the guest, and then sealed his great-grandfather's mouth to express that he would not look at old feelings, and then forced himself to serve sweets to express a tough attitude. The last sentence was a dark warning.

The old bee was not a son of man, so he wrote a letter to scold Grindelwald to vent his anger.

Xiao Er picked up the glass and took a sip. He died, and he put down the glass, ready to start a counterattack.

After experiencing so many poisonous chicken soups on the Internet in later generations, Xiao Er is not afraid of raising arguments.

"Principal, this is too sweet, maybe only people with bitter hearts like it."

Dumbledore's old hand is a meal.

Before he could speak, Xiao Er began to dig out things from his ring, a tea set, a pot of bitter tea, and a small red clay stove.

"Why don't I invite the principal to drink tea? This is the tea art I learned from an oriental friend. It made me realize a lot of philosophy of life."

Dumbledore became interested for a while, and stopped testing Shaw's character, watching Shaw's performance with great interest.

A person's hobbies can also reveal a person's personality characteristics.

On the luxurious long table, steam curls from a small red pot.

Xiao Er moved gracefully, warming several teacups gracefully.

He took another pinch of tea from the small pot and put it in a tea strainer on a small plate.

Stretch out your hand to hold the small pot, tilt it and pour it. After the boiling water meets the tea, there will be a scent of tea.

"Before this person is happy, he always needs to go through hardships like boiling water."

While washing the tea, Shaw calmly told Dumbledore about his feelings.

After washing the tea, put some soft tea leaves in two white jade teacups.

He picked up the small pot again and slowly poured water along the side of the cup.

"Gululu, Gululu."

The tea leaves roll up and down in the cup, slowly rolling up and down, sinking and floating.

"And people need to experience more ups and downs before they are most successful."

The color of the tea also gradually changed to amber, and a greater fragrance of tea spread out instantly.

Dumbledore's crooked nose sniffed fiercely, and he almost couldn't help swallowing.

"And with these tempers, people can be as flavorful as this cup of tea. After taking a sip, it doesn't matter whether they succeed or not."

Xiao Er chuckled and filled the tea, put down the small pot, and flicked the white jade teacup with his fingers.

The teacup dragged water mist, and slid to Dumbledore with a swipe. The distance was close, but the tea did not stir at all.

At this moment, Xiao Er is so handsome.

At this moment, Dumbledore really didn't mean to underestimate Shaw, and this set of tea art demonstration explained a lot of problems.

Elegant, stable, eloquent, and very scheming.

He picked up the white jade teacup, looked at the clear orange tea inside, took a sip, and frowned involuntarily.

Shaw said at the right time.

"The tea leaves are bitter in the mouth, but the sweetness is endless. The principal should have more experience."

When the relationship did not develop into a sharp confrontation, Dumbledore was a man of kindness.

He took another sip of tea, and then closed his eyes to understand.

After a while, when I opened my eyes, my mouth was filled with endless sweetness, not like eating sweets to give the taste a sweet and greasy feeling.

Dumbledore frowned and said after smacking his lips.

"Good tea art, and good bitter tea, which is more memorable than British black tea."

Xiao Er was also holding a cup of tea at the moment, and put down the cup after taking a sip.

"Principal, you can't simply recommend sweets to me when you come to me this time."

The embarrassment on Dumbledore's old face disappeared in a flash, after all, his dessert theory was beaten to pieces by the little guy.

Although I have doubts about Xiao Er's young age, why he understands the truth that these adults don't necessarily understand.

Although there are no signs of Shaw's blackening for the time being, it seems that I still have to learn about Shaw's life in the Muggle world for these years.

Or is it true, as Gellert said, that when one gets old, one's knowledge is worse than that of a first-year student?

However, when people are old, they still have these advantages, that is, they have a thick skin, he said with a smile.

"I heard from the two deans that you have done a good job, but I have a doubt. Slytherin pays attention to elegance and decency, but you ask Gryffindor to do the same. Will that make them lose their quality?"

Shaw smiled, then refilled a cup of tea for Dumbledore, talking in a slightly narrow tone.

"Principal, when the founder founded Hogwarts, he didn't know that Gryffindor would become a concentration camp for reckless people, and Slytherin was all made of selfish people."

"I'm just correcting what the school should be like, teaching and educating people."

"Gryffindors can be brave, but they can't be impulsive. You have to learn restraint, and there is nothing wrong with learning more rules, huh? Speaking of which, this should be your responsibility, the principal."

Dumbledore's surprised expression was not the reason why he was accused of negligence in the principal's duties.

His blue eyes kept looking at Xiao Er, and many comparisons flashed in his heart.

Like Voldemort?

No, Voldemort's mind is too dark and stubborn, and Shaw is not as eloquent, so he can only use one set to death.

Like Gellert?

No, Gellert is not as "confessed" as Shaw, Gellert prefers to be straightforward.

It seems that except for not liking sweets, Xiao Er is a bit like his young self?

I always like to use lofty words and actions to cover up some unknown purposes.