Melee wizards at Hogwarts

In the auditorium, the little wizards who had calmed down a little were lined up, quietly waiting for the sorting ceremony to proceed.

"Whoever name I call now puts on a hat, sits on a stool, and waits for sorting."

Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on a four-cornered stool and called out the names of the little wizards.

"Hannah Abbott!"

Blond Hannah stumbled out of the queue and put on her hat, which just covered her eyes. There was a moment's pause - "Hufflepuff!" shouted the hat, cracking a gap.

"Susan Burns!"

"Hufflepuff!" the hat shouted again, and Susan quickly ran to sit next to Hannah.

The annual garbage sorting (mis) and sorting ceremony are all a carnival. Many students in the four houses stood up and cheered for their new members. This atmosphere reached its peak when Harry Potter walked to the sorting hat. As any story should, Gryffindor mentions the three most bald men in the history of the castle.

However, the atmosphere in the vaulted principal's office at this time was far from as relaxing as the auditorium.

Dumbledore and Parsifal were sitting across from each other at his not-so-spacious table. Between them, a row of silver and strange-shaped utensils were clinking, and many light-colored fogs were rising in the air.

"Williams, because of your actions just now, Hogwarts lost more than 30 years of magic reserves. I am not prepared to hold anyone responsible, but for this matter, I think you need an explanation from me?"

Dumbledore raised his head slightly, his blue eyes staring closely at the rising clouds in the air, his fingers crossed flat on the table, his face expressionless. Although it was a question, it undoubtedly had no intention of asking at all.

At this time, Dumbledore was no longer as angry as he had seemed in the auditorium, but only Parsifal, who was sitting in front of him, truly understood that the white wizard was truly terrifying when he showed such calmness.

"I do not know."

But Parsifal could only shake his head helplessly.

He really knew nothing about this matter. He only knew that he had this feeling when he approached the hall, and until now, his body was still filled with surging energy. If the other party hadn't used the silverware on the table to He guided it, but I was afraid that it had turned into the most beautiful fireworks in autumn.

Even so, these very delicate silverwares have already developed numerous cracks, and most of the engraved carvings have faded, showing some burnt color, making them difficult to use again.

"Thieves! Gangsters! Gangsters!"

In the office that was already involved in a somewhat strange confrontation, a somewhat greasy voice suddenly sounded.

"Dumbledore is the current headmaster! Phineas, be quiet!"

Another very majestic female voice appeared behind Parsifal, sternly reprimanding the previous voice.

"Phineas, I believe he didn't mean it. Eat something, I believe you are already a little hungry."

Dumbledore sighed, lowered his head, no longer looking at the clouds that had become very thin, and turned to look at Parsifal. His expression softened, and he waved the wand in his hand, bringing out a little spiritual light.

A tray filled with various snacks, as well as teapots and cups appeared on the table.

"Just now, I felt the magic power of Hogwarts flowing into that room through the Sorting Hat, so I rushed over as quickly as possible, but unfortunately it was already a little too late. If the magic power accumulated over thirty years is used to open The magic barrier is enough to withstand the all-out attack of more than 50 wizards for three full days."

There was a hint of regret in the white wizard's tone, and he looked directly at Parsifal.

"Please understand the worries and rudeness of an old man and a principal because of school safety. But this is the first time in the past hundred years that there has been such a big loss. I think, in terms of incompetence, my name may be Leave your name in school history. Of course, this is not your responsibility. If I could have discovered it earlier, it could undoubtedly have been avoided."

A self-deprecating smile appeared on his lips, and he picked up a cup of black tea.

"No, Albus! It's not your responsibility!"

"Although I don't like you, Dumbledore, I trust your persistence as headmaster."

After hearing Dumbledore's words, more voices joined the discussion. It was only then that Parsifal discovered how sophisticated these past principals were at pretending to sleep.

Thief Sun! How could you not really fall asleep with a bunch of snot hanging from your nose?

But faced with the old man's attitude, Parsifal could only accept it. He knew that he was set up in this matter. Perhaps Hogwarts may have lost a lot of accumulated magic power this time, but what he was sure of was that it was definitely not as exaggerated as Dumbledore said.

You know, if he hadn't cut off the connection at that time, more energy would have been poured in. He only felt the almost frightening, black hole-like foundation at the source, which was not only large, but also full!

But in this matter, he did owe Dumbledore a huge favor. Of course, it’s okay to give up or continue to pretend that you don’t know, and you can get away with it cutely. He disdains just doing this kind of thing.

If you owe something, you owe it. The other party doesn't expect anything in return, but that doesn't mean he can take it lightly.

"Forget it, the so-called knowing the future is, to put it bluntly, just holding the script. Putting the script in the hands of Dumbledore, who is relatively reliable, may not be a bad thing. But if I had known it earlier, I might as well take advantage of it. There will be more extortion."

Parsifal made a decision, a decision that he had planned to wait for several months until "that" incident happened.

In fact, he had already come to his senses the last time he talked to Dumbledore.

Exposing the future prematurely may bring him many unknown risks. However, thinking from another perspective, sharing the development of the story with Dumbledore at the beginning may not be able to prevent many tragedies from happening. .

The white wizard Dumbledore was the only person he trusted and dared to entrust this responsibility to.

——But looking at Dumbledore, who was quietly sipping tea, he was not prepared to let Old Mrs. Dumble accept this gift "easily". Parsifal showed a classic "Palestinian smile".

"Harry Potter is a Horcrux, from the pieces that idiot took apart with his own death curse."

"Pfft! Cough cough, cough cough."

Dumbledore, who was lightly sniffing the aroma of black tea, was unprepared. The whole cup of hot black tea was poured into his throat, and then spread all over the front of his robe in a very unseemly manner. His snow-white beard also gained a bunch of meaning. Unknown color.

"How do you know?! What else do you know!"

Parsifal watched with interest as Dumbledore could no longer maintain his composure, leaned forward, and anxiously asked for answers. He breathed a sigh of relief.

The portraits of the principals in the office did not bother to pretend to be asleep, they all whispered to each other and looked at Parsifal.

"I know, there are still some. Please forgive me for not being able to tell you the source, and it's hard for you to believe it."

Picking up the tea cup, Parsifal took a sip. It was indeed something Lao Deng would use to entertain himself. The quality was indeed better than the ones in Madam Malkin's shop.

"Mr. Williams, we need to talk."

With a flick of his wand to clean away the tea stains on his body and beard, Dumbledore leaned forward slightly and stared at Parsifal.

"of course."

Time passed slowly, and the office returned to silence, but this time the silence had many completely different meanings.

"Parsifal, can I trust you?"

Dumbledore looked at Parsifal and asked sincerely. Parsifal noticed that the other party's title had changed.

"I'm sorry, but I think the one you should trust most is yourself."

Parsifal also stared at the old man opposite, his brown pupils facing dark blue ones.

Just now, he told the other party some of the more important details in his memory without hiding much, including the other party's ending and the truth about the Deathly Hallows.

Spoilers were not what he expected. Although he never cared about vulgar nonsense such as being disrupted in the foreseeable future, he sincerely did not want to be involved in this mess. Entering the wizarding world was one thing that really surprised and intrigued him, but entering the soap opera of the wizarding world was not.

"It's getting late, Parsifal, you should rest too. I'm looking forward to our next meeting like this. This letter was supposed to be delivered to you tomorrow, and you can take it with you."

Realizing that he could not sway Parsifal's decision, Dumbledore sighed silently, took out a kraft paper envelope that had been sealed with fire paint from the drawer of the table, and handed it to him.

"Then Professor, I'm going back first."

Parsifal took the envelope and turned to leave the office.

"Phineas, nice to work with. And, maybe it's a little late, but welcome to Hogwarts."

Before leaving, he heard the White Wizard's voice coming through the door of the room.

"Naughty old potato! This is definitely revenge!"

Parsifal was a little angry, and the other party clearly did it on purpose.

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