Xing Ze frowned, not sure how he should treat Pochi. According to the rules of the wizarding world, these elves are slaves, and they have almost no human rights.
But for a traveler from the modern earth, Xing Ze still feels uncomfortable about this, but he has no time to consider these issues now, so he can only find an excuse: "You will use part of it for food, and part of it will be used by you."
House repairs.”
"Repairing the house? I can cast a few simple magics, little master, there is no need..."
"That's it. I don't have time to argue with you about this, Pochi." Xing Ze cast an Apparition and disappeared.
…
On the way back to the church, Bishop Andrew was deep in thought in the car. He realized that Jacob next to him had something to say. He didn't let the other party wait too long. When the car reached the nearest highway, he agreed: "Say
Come on, Jacob, there’s no need to hold it in your heart.”
"No one," Jacob said solemnly, "no one can be immune to being infected by evil things. That wizard is very strange."
"But, the blood of the saints did not react, as you have seen, Jacob."
"He may have tampered with it. This has happened before, or he may be immune to it."
Bishop Andrew rubbed his hands, "Don't you believe in the Holy Mother?"
"You know that's not what I meant." Jacob softened his tone, "Why did we choose him as the source of information? The Ministry of Magic has no shortage of greedy wizards."
"But there is a shortage of one who can survive the fight against evil spirits and remain intact. If the wizard has the same ability to resist abnormalities as the Virgin Mary, we must not let him fall into the hands of the wizard."
Jacob frowned, and he decisively denied: "This is impossible!"
"Nothing is impossible, Jacob." Andrea waved his hand. He didn't want to waste time on this topic. "If I'm wrong, it's just a waste of a chess piece. If I'm right, then
It may change the current situation.”
"If you are right, Lord Bishop, how can you be sure that you can control him?"
"Anything can be controlled, Jacob, any matter!" Andrea cast his gaze out the window. The dilapidated castle stood on the top of the mountain, making people feel unattainable.
…
When Xing Ze returned to school, he happened to see people from the church and the Ministry of Magic evacuating the school.
Professor McGonagall stood refreshed on the high slope of the lawn of the large courtyard, friendly and using magic to "send" the church pastor's salute out the door. Her face was filled with unconcealable joy.
"Oh, Xing Ze." She shouted while standing on the slope, "Dumbledore is looking for you. He should be in the principal's office now."
"Okay, Professor, I'll go right away." Xing Ze responded and immediately walked towards the principal's office.
The school was noisy, and it took him a while to get to the principal's office. Dumbledore was crouching behind his desk, sorting out the speech that would be used at tomorrow's opening ceremony. He pointed out the place where the train accident was mentioned,
Let Xing Ze help us take a look.
"Principal, are you sure you want to thank Mr. Price at the opening ceremony?" Xing Ze returned the speech to Dumbledore.
"Why not? We just have different positions." Dumbledore pushed up his glasses, "His behavior is worthy of praise. Children should learn from his noble character instead of being forced to take sides since childhood."
"But the Academy Hat..." Xing Ze hesitated. Indeed, judging from his memory, not everyone in Gryffindor was brave, and not everyone in Slytherin was vicious.
Dumbledore smiled and said, "The Sorting Hat follows human nature, but it is not absolute. I admit that there are some unreasonable systems in Hogwarts, but those systems must have their reasons if they can exist for hundreds of years."
"Maybe, I'm not a smart person, so I rarely think about these things." Xing Ze said, "Can I ask you a few questions? Principal?"
"Oh, of course, sir, if I can answer it."
"Do you understand dreams?"
Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and asked, "What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean, Principal."
The old wizard clapped his hands gently, and a delicate small tea cup came to Xing Ze, "Would you like a cup of tea?"
Xing Ze nodded and said, "Green tea is the best."
"I just have it." A steaming teapot flew from the fireplace and poured Xing Ze a cup of rich green tea.
"You don't know much, sir." Dumbledore also added a little tea for himself, "That is an insurmountable forbidden area that only the craziest dark wizards can touch."
"Doesn't anyone else in the school know it except you?"
"No, no, dreams are not a secret. Any wizard will be exposed to them more or less, which is why the church always wants to eradicate us. But then again, only a handful of wizards know the true meaning of dreams."
"Professor McGonagall? Dean of each college?" Xing Ze resisted the urge to say Snape.
"Oh, no." Dumbledore smiled slightly, "They don't know much, but they are well aware of the dangers of dreams."
"Then do you know Dunn Eric?"
"I know." Dumbledore didn't even think.
Xing Ze raised his eyebrows and continued to ask: "Have you made an appointment with him to meet?"
"That's right." Dumbledore nodded, "We agreed to meet at the Hog's Head pub in Hogsmeade. He came to seek my help and brought something unknown, related to the plague. I think the Department of Mysteries should
Tell you everything."
Those bastards were not so kind. Xing Ze cursed secretly in his heart.
"It's a pity that he died on the road. If I had known this was the case, I should have gone to find him myself."
"why not?"
"The Ministry of Magic and the school board don't want me to leave Hogwarts in the near future. Probably because of the plague, the Ministry of Magic is very busy. At this time, they hope that I can stay calm."
Xing Ze thought for a while, then smiled bitterly and said, "So, they need to find someone to watch you, and that person is me."
To this, Dumbledore did not answer. After a brief silence, Xing Ze asked again: "Can I trust you? Principal?"
"I don't understand what you mean, Mr. Xingze." Dumbledore stroked his beard, "Of course you can trust me."
Xing Ze took a deep breath. Because of the existence of Blue Beak, he was no longer afraid of others prying into his memory, so he planned to have a truly frank talk with Dumbledore.
"You know the existence of dreams, principal, and you also know that monsters from dreams can pollute people's spirit and body, but you still let me enter the school, even though I didn't receive any tests or diagnoses at that time. The only thing I couldn't figure out
That’s the point, but I understand it now.”
"Tell me, Xing Ze." Dumbledore said with interest.
"It's the church. When I came back, I happened to see the monks revoking the spell. I thought the spell was used to monitor polluters, so you didn't ask me any more questions.
"And you also know that the Key Office will conduct a comprehensive inspection on me soon, but they will not tell you the results. But you have always been a suspicious person, especially when it comes to school matters, you must be 100% sure.
…”
"Go on, Xing Ze, go on, don't pay attention to me."
Xing Ze took a sip of tea and continued: "Coincidentally, the people from the church also wanted to see me, so you reached an agreement with them, which is why they appeared in Hogsmeade. In this way, even if you don't
You can get the necessary information outside of Hogwarts."
"You praise me too much, Xing Ze." Dumbledore said calmly, "If I were so smart, I wouldn't have a headache for tomorrow's speech."
"Then do you believe me? Principal?" Xing Ze asked very seriously. No matter what Dumbledore did secretly, he must have his own plan. Xing Ze never doubted this.