Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

The legendary Mirror of Erised, a famous alchemical item, allows everyone who stands in front of it to see what they want most.

Fantastic.

"Is this... a mirror of the soul?"

Kyle resisted the urge to take a look and turned his attention elsewhere.

"It seems you recognized the Mirror of Erised."

Dumbledore didn't know when he appeared behind Kyle and said gently: "I'm glad you can resist its temptation. This is something that many adult wizards cannot do.

People always waste time in front of it, obsessed with what they see, and even driven crazy. "

"I just don't want to add to my worries, principal." Kyle turned around and smiled: "I'm quite satisfied with my current life."

"Wise choice."

Dumbledore bypassed Kyle, came to the mirror and gently touched the golden frame and said: "I must admit that at this point, you have surpassed me, an old man, because even I can tolerate it sometimes. Come and take a look at it."

"Then what did you see when you looked in the mirror?" Kyle asked at the right time: "Is it the true meaning of magic? Or is it a more mysterious theory?"

"You made me blush with your compliments, Kyle.

"I may not be as great as you think, because all I see is myself holding a pair of thick woolen socks."

"There are never enough socks." Dumbledore said with a wink: "Christmas came and went, and I didn't receive a pair of socks. People insisted on sending me books."

Kyle had reason to suspect that Dumbledore was hinting at his gift. After all, there are only less than two months left before Christmas.

Just when Kyle was thinking about whether to express his feelings, Dumbledore had already returned to his desk and ordered himself a cup of black tea and a plate full of candy bars.

"Want something to drink, Kyle?"

"Lemonade."

Dumbledore nodded, and soon there was a large glass of lemonade on the table.

Kyle took a sip and found that it just tasted like ordinary lemonade, not any different just because he was in the principal's office.

After he drank a whole glass of lemonade, Dumbledore across from him was still sipping black tea leisurely without any intention of speaking.

The portraits of the past principals on the wall were also very quiet. They were all snoring gently in their respective frames, but occasionally someone would half-open their eyes and look at him secretly.

In this atmosphere, Kyle felt uncomfortable all over.

Just at this time, the whistle of the Quidditch match came from the window.

Kyle calmed down and asked first, "Principal, what do you want from me?"

"Look at me, I was so busy drinking tea that I almost forgot about the real thing.

Dumbledore slapped his forehead, stood up and led Kyle to a tall gilded perch behind the door.

There stood a flaming red phoenix, which was Fox.

"Fox has been having a tantrum with me these days." Dumbledore said distressedly: "But I don't know the reason. Can you help me ask?"

"Is that so?"

Kyle understood and turned to look at Fox. He knew that this phoenix would definitely understand what Dumbledore just said.

Fox glanced at Kyle, then turned his gaze to Dumbledore. A look of disgust was clearly visible on the bird's face, and he crowed reluctantly.

Kyle nodded and said, "No wonder you are so angry."

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"What did it say?" Dumbledore asked curiously.

Although he is a language genius and can even learn snake language and goblin language by himself, unlike the phoenix, the language of this ancient creature is very obscure, and even he can hardly understand it completely.

In addition, the angry Fox seemed to speak with an accent, which made it even harder for him to understand.

Kyle considered his words and said, "Principal, Fox asked you not to put cockroaches in his food in the future."

Dumbledore's expression was a bit incredulous, "I always thought it would like that very much."

After Fawkes heard Dumbledore's words, he immediately turned around angrily and faced him with his butt.

It's a phoenix, not a chicken, so how could it like bugs?

Dumbledore also realized that something was wrong and apologized quickly, trying to make up for the mistake just now.

But Fawkes ignored him. No matter where Dumbledore went, it would change direction immediately, always leaving him with nothing but his butt. He even covered his head with his wings and didn't listen to what he said at all.

In the end, Kyle contributed his own fresh white leaves and a bluebell, and he managed to coax the angry Fox.

Don't get me wrong, this bluebell was not taken from the lounge by Kyle, but a prize for helping Professor Sprout clean the greenhouse.

It's a pity that it was gone before I could warm it up.

Watching Fox swallow it in his stomach in just a few mouthfuls, Kyle felt heartbroken.

"I knew you were the right one."

Dumbledore happily patted Kyle on the shoulder and said, "Without you, it might have taken me a while to coax it."

"It's nothing, Principal." Kyle forced a smile and said, "Is there anything else? If not, I want to go to the Quidditch match."

Kyle touched his transformed lizard skin bag. He didn't want to stay there for a minute longer.

What if Fox feels that he has not had enough and starts making trouble again? He is only a first-year wizard and has no extra herbs.

Besides, the Phoenix doesn't belong to him, so let Dumbledore solve it himself.

"One more little thing. Don't worry, it won't take up too much of your time." Dumbledore turned around and took out a bottle of potion from the drawer behind the table.

"This is the magic suppressing potion for Mikel."

Dumbledore explained: "Originally I wanted Madam Pomfrey to bring it to him, but I don't think he really wants to go to the infirmary. You just happened to be here, so let's take it back with you."

Kyle took the potion and couldn't help but ask: "Principal, hasn't Mikel learned to control magic yet?"

"This is not an easy task." Dumbledore thought for a moment and said, "But Pomona said that he is making rapid progress, and by the time he reaches second grade, he should no longer need the magic suppressing potion. "

Kyle nodded.

"Remember." Dumbledore urged: "I know that the magic suppressing potion brewed by Professor Snape may not be so delicious, but it is very important to Mikel. So you must make sure that he is real Drink it instead of just finding a place to dump the potion."

"Don't worry, principal, Mikel is my roommate." Kyle smiled and said, "I will definitely watch him finish drinking."

"Then I'm relieved." Dumbledore picked up the cup of black tea again, "Hurry and watch the game. It shouldn't be over yet."

(I’m asking for a vote weakly)