Chapter 18 Why is there still a supplementary lesson in the magical world?! (Thanks to the leader of
"Professor? Professor Dumbledore?"
Dumbledore felt someone calling him. He felt someone reaching out and gently tugging on his sleeve.
"You are not asleep, are you? Professor Dumbledore?"
Dumbledore suddenly came back to his senses. The cold gray masonry of the tower disappeared, and Grindelwald's appearance disappeared. Instead, there was the warm and comfortable Hogwarts principal's office. The firewood in the fireplace on the right made a slight sound.
crackling sound.
In front of him, a pretty little silver-haired girl was looking at him intently, her eyes full of concern and doubt.
"You are right, Gellert..."
Dumbledore made an inaudible murmur and looked at Elena solemnly.
There is no doubt that, apart from being "her", the little mixed-blood Veela in front of her almost completely conforms to Grindelwald's prophecy, and is even stronger, smarter, younger, and less limited by her thinking.
But the crux of the problem is - the old man looked down at his right hand, which was full of wrinkles and protruding blood vessels - he was not sure whether he would have enough time to guide her in the right direction.
Seeing Dumbledore come back to his senses, Elena breathed a sigh of relief.
Just now, on a whim, she followed Dumbledore's words and extended her knowledge about basic natural subjects such as physics, chemistry, mathematics, etc. As a result, as she was talking, she found that the old wizard in front of her began to look straight, and almost lost his mind.
She was frightened.
After all, who knows if Alzheimer's disease or stroke may occur in the wizarding world. If she makes some nonsense and directly causes something wrong with the most powerful white wizard in the world, Elena may not be able to run out of the castle before she can.
, he will be arrested and killed by the professor who comes after hearing the news.
"Well, Professor Dumbledore. If there is nothing else, how about I stop disturbing you and see you again when school starts?"
Elena glanced at Dumbledore who fell silent, drank the pumpkin juice in his hand, and then said timidly.
Although she didn't understand what was going on, according to her sixth sense, staying any longer might not be a good choice.
Dumbledore raised his hand and touched his chin, his eyes behind the half-moon lenses showing a trace of thought.
"I remember we made an agreement before. If you can get the highest marks in the school in all subjects, after the fourth grade, we will let you go to a Muggle school in the United States through the Ministry of Magic."
The silver-haired little Luoli raised his head alertly, "Professor Dumbledore, you are the greatest wizard in the world. You will not do anything contrary to your promise, right?"
"to the opposite……"
Dumbledore shook his head and said softly, "I thought about it carefully. If you will temporarily leave Hogwarts during your fourth year, in order to ensure that your talents are not wasted, I will try my best during these four years.
Convince other professors to use their spare time to teach you some additional courses."
No one can know it from birth. To become a mature wizard, one must go through a long process of learning and practice.
Dumbledore believed that instead of following Hogwarts' usual flexible teaching plan, it would be better to guide and accompany Elena as much as possible during her growth.
In this way, he can also grasp and pay attention to her character growth and improvement of magical abilities at any time, and protect her to the maximum extent. She will not be like Grindelwald or Tom Riddle before because of the powerful dark side magic.
Losing oneself due to strength.
"Huh...huh?!"
Elena's cute little face was stunned for a moment, then she immediately reacted and her eyes widened - isn't this just a cram school?!
Isn’t it said that foreigners all advocate happy education? Why have they already entered the magical world? There are still such disgusting after-school cram schools that go against children’s nature!
"Well, well, the professors are working hard every day, so don't bother them. In fact, I can read books and study on my own. If I don't understand something, I can sort it out and then ask the professor for answers..."
Elena, who had originally imagined that after entering Hogwarts, could have fun and eat and drink, she felt an unprecedented sense of crisis. Dumbledore's eyes were serious and he was pointing his fingers, trying hard to dispel his dangerous proposal.
"In addition, in view of your powerful magic talent, I hope that you can come to the principal's office for at least one hour of magic control practice at least every week from now on."
Dumbledore seemed not to have heard the voice of the silver-haired little Luoli, and continued gently. Although he used the word "hope", the undeniable and conclusive tone in his words clearly meant "must".
"Wait a minute, I haven't agreed to the last thing yet! Why is there another rule, and what kind of strange requirement is magic control practice? Can you listen well to what others say?!"
Feeling that her words were ignored, the little mixed-blood Veela puffed up her cheeks angrily and waved her white and tender hands back and forth in front of the old wizard's eyes. What was the difference between such a request and confinement?
In Elena's impression, Dumbledore, who had always been gentle and talkative, suddenly became stern, and his two azure eyes pierced her face like sharp swords.
"Believe me, this is all for your own good, you must agree!"
"Hmph! Then I won't come to Hogwarts to study! Do you think I care about those magical creatures and magic? Not at all! I hate being forced by others!"
Hearing Dumbledore's coercive words, Elena felt a surge of anger in her heart. She stood up and shouted angrily at Dumbledore - what she hated most was the phrase "It's all for your own good".
That’s it, and the second most annoying thing is cram school.
There was a faint golden light on the girl's long silver hair. The tea sets, cups and saucers in the whole room trembled slightly with Elena's words, making a tinkling sound, and a sudden whirlpool rose from Elena's feet.
It spread around, throwing up small objects in the room.
The porcelain water glass rolled up from the table and smashed against the wall. The weak flames in the fireplace suddenly shot up high, and the wildly swaying firelight reflected shadows in the room.
The strong magic riot made Dumbledore instantly recall the sense of oppression caused by the young man with the same surname of "Dumbledore" beside Grindelwald many years ago, even more than that child.
It's suffocating.
The old man silently glanced at the girl who looked like an exploded kitten. After thinking for a while, he put down the wand in his right hand, stood up, walked to Elena, squatted down, picked up a candy scattered on the ground, and put the candy wrapper on it.
Open it, take the girl's hand, and gently place it in her palm.
Then in the girl's hostile and wary eyes, Dumbledore slowly stretched out his wrinkled hand, patted her head gently, showed a warm smile, and whispered apologetically.
"Don't be afraid, I just want to help you."
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(There is another chapter tonight, I will try my best to evolve into a two-shift beast!)