Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

At eight o'clock in the morning, Shaw escaped from the Ravenclaw common room with difficulty, and hurriedly wiped off the lipstick on his face that someone had put on him.

This was because he just couldn't resist the enthusiasm of the little eagles, and had no choice but to perform a close-up magic.

Since he was close, he was naturally surrounded by female perverts. The young ladies really had no resistance to the handsome little boy.

Some Western concepts are still very avant-garde. In order to encourage wizards to have more children, the Ministry of Magic did not prohibit students from early love in the education order, and there were a lot of people who got married after graduation.

So... . .

Shaw glanced at Theodore, his fellow sufferer who was brought out by him, and the two said in tacit understanding.

"I will never come to Ravenclaw again!"*2

…….

Ten minutes later, Shaw said goodbye to Theodore and came to the door of the principal's office again.

There was no way, Fox stopped the letter on the road.

"Big Red Robe."

Short read out the entry password and walked up the spiral staircase, thinking about Dumbledore's purpose in looking for him.

It seemed that the noise was too loud, but there was no way. His [Conquer Hogwarts (Second Ring)] had been stuck at 57% for several days.

Shaw wanted to improve his strength and fight Quirrell/Voldemort before Christmas, so he had to get the second-level faith value and legendary points.

Recalling the sharp look yesterday afternoon, why didn't the old bee look for him at that time?

Shaw was thinking about what excuse to use to divert the old bee's attention this time.

Should he use Quirrell, the crown, or Harry this time?

There are many excuses, it depends on which one to choose, such as the Ben in Ron's hand, the Horcrux ring in the Riddle House in Great Hamton, etc.

Well, except for Quirrell, he didn't want to talk about anything else.

Arriving at the principal's office, Shaw knocked on the door three times, and the door answered.

Shaw stepped out and looked around. Dumbledore was sorting many gift boxes in front of a huge cabinet.

"Principal, what are you doing?"

"Oh, it's Shaw. Come on, do me a favor and check the production dates on these gift boxes."

Shaw: ...? .

Although Shaw wondered whether the items in the magic world would have production dates, he still stepped forward to help Dumbledore check whether there were production dates on the gift boxes.

After looking through several gift boxes, he found that many of them were indeed "high-end health products" in the Muggle world.

Hmm? Some are indeed quite old, and can even be said to be antiques, such as the polar bird's nest that is more than 200 years old. When it was unpacked, it was all moldy.

"Alas, as I get older, more people care about my health, but these old friends also forwarded gifts from others for who knows how many years to me. I don't know if this is good or bad for me."

Dumbledore said with a little complaint while sorting.

Shaw raised his eyebrows. The old bee had something to say.

"This is really not good. Imposing some self-righteous will on others may bring more troubles to others."

Dumbledore put down a carved box in his hand, which contained a ginseng as big as a carrot.

He turned his head and said kindly.

"It seems that you understand this principle, but why can't you do it yourself."

Shor smiled and took the carved wooden box containing ginseng.

"If the principal gave this to me, I would take it."

He then kicked an expired gift box on the ground aside.

"If you give this to me, I will throw it away."

Dumbledore's eyes flickered a few times and he said with a smile.

"Haha, but few people have your judgment. It is difficult for the little wizards to distinguish between good and bad."

Shor bent down and continued to help Dumbledore sort out the gift boxes, saying in his mouth.

"Doesn't this require the guidance of a wise man?"

"Oh, Shaw, do you think you are a wise man?"

"I don't know if I am a wise man, but at least I am a brave man who dares to move forward."

Shor did not answer the question directly. Without waiting for the old bee to ask back, he asked a completely unrelated question.

"Principal, do you know about the Hundred Schools of Thought in the East?"

Dumbledore didn't care about Shaw's change of subject. Anyway, with his wisdom, he could always make it right.

"I know, ahem, recently for some reasons, I have really studied some pharmacological cultures of the mysterious East. It is really interesting."

Shor knew Dumbledore's underlying meaning and smiled knowingly.

"In that case, why don't I tell you a little oriental fable."

Dumbledore narrowed his blue eyes. He was always the one telling stories to others, but every time he came to Shaw, he would be the first to be defeated.

This is a child with a strong desire to perform.

"It seems that Shaw likes the East very much. Then I will listen attentively. I hope it is aA thought-provoking story. "

Shor's hands kept moving, and he spoke slowly.

"There was a blind man, holding a lantern on the road in the middle of the night."

"A very prestigious scholar passed by with his students. The scholar did not directly ask the blind man why he lit a lantern since he could not see, but began to think about it himself, and then instilled his wise thoughts into his students. "

"If the blind man lights a lamp not for himself, but to illuminate others, he is a Confucian who advocates benevolence and righteousness."

"If the blind man lights a lamp to prevent himself from being hit by others? He is a Mohist who advocates non-aggression."

"If the blind man lights a lamp because he thinks that lighting a lamp at night is a customary thing and a rule, then he is a Legalist."

"If the blind man lights a lamp just when he is in a good mood and does not light it when he is in a bad mood, he is a Taoist who follows his heart."

Shor said this, turned his head and looked at Dumbledore, and asked meaningfully.

"What kind of school do you think the principal thinks the blind man belongs to? "

"Or is the headmaster the scholar?"

Dumbledore lowered his head, letting his deep blue eyes look over his half-moon glasses and look at Shaw seriously.

"Well, people really can't be self-righteous. Then I, a self-righteous scholar, would like to ask you, a blind man, why do you light a lamp at night?"

Shor knew that Dumbledore was impatient. He only needed to ask himself why his hands were getting longer and longer, and he was about to replace him as the headmaster.

Shor did not answer directly, but expressed his deeper understanding of the fable.

"In fact, it doesn't matter what the scholar thinks."

"I am indeed a blind man, like a person who can't see the road ahead. The lamp in my hand is the courage to walk at night and the heart lamp to explore the light."

"Unlike those world-famous scholars, who can only talk big and boast, but do not take action, and wait for the night to be eternal and the world to rot."

"You are right, headmaster. "

Dumbledore's body shook slightly, not because he was accused by Shaw again as an inactive scholar.

But he suddenly felt that Shaw's words were so familiar.

Is this what Gellert called the change of prophecy?

It's not that he didn't guess that the starting point was Shaw, otherwise his attitude would not be so ambiguous.

After all, Shaw is good at using the power of thunder, which has both the power of destruction and the meaning of rebirth.

Dumbledore suddenly felt that Shaw was very dangerous, but he didn't think it was dangerous, and his mood was complicated for a while.

As the guardian of the magic world, how could Dumbledore not know the potential hidden dangers in the magic world.

But human nature is like this. The old bee is too emotional and not as vigorous as Grindelwald. He hopes that any change will be Take it slow, for fear of causing too much trouble.

He has also implemented some measures over the years, like a tireless bee, patching up the broken wizarding world bit by bit.

For example, reducing the gap between Muggles, half-bloods and pure-bloods, families like Weasley and Burns were gradually guided by him to be "pro-Muggle".

For example, encouraging wizards to have children. To put it bluntly, the wizards' disaster was not that Muggle technology came later, but that there were too few people!

For example...

But Voldemort set back his efforts in the British wizarding world by decades. . .

Dumbledore slowly came back to his senses.

Seeing that the gift boxes had been put away, Shaw had already generously sat at the table to make tea, and even sliced ​​the radish-sized ginseng to make tea.