Chapter 48 The Confrontation Between The Old Fox And The Little Fox
The current owner of the office arrived, and the portraits of past principals also sped up their movements. One of them gave Phineas a hard blow before returning to his own photo frame and continuing to pretend to be dead.
Phineas, on the other hand, probably felt embarrassed and disappeared from the frame, probably running to the Black ancestral home and hiding.
"Please take a seat, Mr. Lawrence."
Dumbledore motioned for Wayne to sit across from him, "Would you like something to drink? Black tea, green tea, hot cocoa?"
Wayne was not polite to him, "Just black tea."
Dumbledore nodded in agreement and said happily: "I also like black tea very much. Bathilda just happened to give me some Ceylon black tea. Unfortunately, both Minerva and Filius prefer lemon tea and have never shared it with others."
Dumbledore tapped the table with his wand, and a beautifully shaped teapot and teacup appeared on the table.
The teapot floated up gently and poured tea for the two of them automatically.
"What about dessert? I recommend you try the cockroach pile." Dumbledore said, and a silver dinner plate appeared, and Wayne's expression changed.
The plate was full of cockroaches, and like the chocolate frogs, they were still moving.
Dumbledore picked one up, put it in his mouth and narrowed his eyes in enjoyment.
It’s so explosive.
Wayne's expression changed, "Principal, do you have any sandwiches and macarons?"
"certainly."
Although it was a pity that Wayne had no intention of eating the pile of cockroaches, Dumbledore still waved his wand and conjured up several sandwiches and colorful macarons.
"I think the appearance of the dessert is not important, what's important is its sugar content." Dumbledore blinked: "Are you sure you don't want some?"
Wayne did not answer, "Actually, according to research by Muggle scientists, good-looking food can also increase people's appetite."
"Principal, would you rather eat chocolate-shaped turds or turd-shaped chocolates?"
Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, "Can you not eat it?"
He had to admit, both of what Wayne said were disgusting.
"Of course." It was Wayne's turn to laugh.
"You are the BOSS."
Dumbledore smiled too, it was a novel feeling for a student to joke with him.
He could feel that Wayne was really relaxed and just treated him like an ordinary old man.
Picking up the Ceylon black tea, Wayne took a sip, and his mouth was filled with the aroma of flowers.
Compared with traditional oriental black tea, Ceylon black tea has a stronger color and rich floral aroma, but lacks the sweetness and fragrance unique to tea.
Each has its pros and cons, it just depends on personal taste.
As Dumbledore said that morning, most of the conversation between him and Wayne revolved around the Phoenix.
Apart from asking Wayne how he met the Phoenix King at the beginning, the rest was that Dumbledore was imparting some breeding experience.
Wayne also patiently wrote it down.
After the so-called localization of the system, Phoenix King also possesses some of the abilities of Phoenix in this world.
For example, disembodiment and tears can heal injuries.
There are also many similarities in taste and habits.
Wayne took the opportunity to make his request and keep Phoenix King in the Forbidden Forest.
Dumbledore readily agreed: "Unlike an old man like me who has nothing to do, you have plenty of time to play with your pets. It's also a good choice to let them go free."
The ghost has nothing to do.
Wayne groaned inwardly.
You old bee, I'm afraid you put most of your energy into the Mirror of Erised and Harry.
After talking about Phoenix, Lao Deng started talking about wool socks again.
"When it comes to protecting your feet, I think there is nothing more considerate than wool socks."
“I used to be dismissive of it, but now I can’t put it down.”
Dumbledore blinked like an old naughty boy.
"I don't think any old man can refuse to receive a pair of woolen socks as a gift at Christmas."
"But unfortunately, everyone seems to think I prefer books."
Hello, Ministry of Magic?
Someone here is asking for a bribe from the little wizard, will you just ignore it?
Wayne laughed and promised that Lao Deng would be satisfied with Christmas.
But what he knew was that what Lao Deng liked was not wool socks, but the meaning inside them.
In the UK, woolen socks represent family ties.
Dumbledore is indeed the greatest white wizard of this century, but even with his powerful magic, he cannot undo the mistakes he made in his youth.
Such pain, and the one imprisoned in Nurmengard, have been tormenting him.
It was already past five o'clock, and Wayne was about to stand up and say goodbye, returning to the auditorium to eat some food that would really fill his stomach.
"Just a moment, Mr. Lawrence."
Dumbledore took out a piece of parchment, danced on it, and finally handed it to Wayne.
Wayne took it and saw that it was an approval note from the restricted book section.
Generally speaking, the approval note for the restricted book area will have specific titles.
But the one Lao Deng gave him was time-limited. There were no restrictions on what books he could borrow, and it was valid until Christmas.
"You are still young, so you need to ensure adequate sleep and take appropriate night trips."
Dumbledore smiled and said, "This is my reward for showing mercy to the three-headed dog."
"Thank you, principal." Wayne was not the least bit embarrassed when he was caught violating school rules: "I also think it's not good to go there all the time at night. There are no lights in the restricted book area, and my eyes are almost near-sighted."
Dumbledore's smile faltered.
This little wizard always plays cards out of common sense.
When others are caught, they often look at a loss. Why is it Wayne's turn, as if he was not the one who made the mistake.
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After Wayne left, calm returned to the principal's office again.
However, this calm only lasted a short time, and the principals of the past generations became active again.
Big-nosed Fusco smiled happily: "This little guy is so interesting, not Hufflepuff at all."
"He should be sorted into Gryffindor!"
Principal Dai Lisi retorted: "Why not Ravenclaw? This little guy must have known that his actions could not be hidden from the principal."
"With such keen insight, who else could I have except the eagle Ravenclaw?"
"What are you talking about!" Rossiter, the principal of Hufflepuff, angrily threw an apple into Fusco's frame: "We at Hufflepuff can still cultivate outstanding talents!"
Dumbledore did not take part in the quarrels between the headmasters.
He looked at the untouched velvet cloth and laughed dumbly.
"I didn't expect...it might as well be a child..."
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