Melee wizards at Hogwarts

"Wonderful, wonderful, what a genius idea."

In the principal's office, Albus Dumbledore murmured something in his mouth. His blue and deep eyes looked at Parsifal, who was blushing because of difficulty breathing. The slender wand in his hand outlined a paragraph out of thin air. segment trajectory.

If given the choice, Parsifal would not want to deal with Dumbledore so early.

But when he found that he could not break the curse and the blood in his body began to riot, he immediately found Professor McGonagall, and after the latter found that he was powerless after a simple try, he took him to the principal's office. .

"Albus, is there anything you can do about this situation?"

Professor McGonagall worriedly supported Parsifal, and the knuckles holding the wand in his hand turned a little white.

"Oh, don't worry, Minerva. According to my observation, this spell converts most of the wizard's magic power into physical enhancement. Parsifal's body is just not strong enough to sustain it for such a long time. It won’t have any impact.”

Dumbledore put down the wand that was dancing in his hand and said in a relaxed tone.

"As for now, although I don't know what the solution to the curse is, maybe it will only disappear after a certain period of time has passed. But at least I can try to make him feel more relaxed."

His wrist flicked, and the pale wand made of elder bone drew an arc, and a rune appeared on Parsifal's body.

It was indeed the top white wizard who took action, but in just a short moment, Parsifal felt that the heaviness that was like a burden on his body was reduced by most, and he had a vague connection with the surrounding environment. Also looked for it and came back.

"Minerva, can you please help me find Pomona and bring her back here? I have something to talk to Parsifal about this curse." After Dumbledore watched Professor McGonagall leave, Give Parsifal a smile.

"Parsifal, can I call you this? If you don't mind, I will sit down first. Standing for too long is not good for the elderly."

The white wizard sat back on his high-backed chair and motioned for Parsifal to sit down as well.

"Honey Duke's product, Zizi Honey Candy."

With a tap of the wand, a silver tray appeared in front of Parsifal, with a carved teapot and several teacups of different sizes on one side, and a small plate of candies with golden wrappers on the other side.

"Professor Dumbledore, I'm sorry that this happened."

Parsifal hesitated for a moment, then sat down in front of Dumbledore, took out the parchment and put it on the table, looked into those blue eyes, and took the initiative to speak.

He was very clear about the "Legilimency" habit of the old man in front of him. Especially after making such a big noise, it was undoubtedly unrealistic to expect the suspicious Dumbledore to believe in him without reservation.

However, when an 11-year-old little wizard who hasn't even bought a wand yet faces Legilimency from the top white wizard, avoiding his eyes will undoubtedly only increase his suspicion. A closed-brained person as proficient as Snape Techniques are out of the question.

There was only one way before Parsifal.

Of course, he is not silently thinking about Li Qun e8. He is not a top student like the elder sister on "that side", but he knows very well what to do when a naughty kid gets into trouble.

——Leniency for confession, strictness for resistance.

"Can Lao Deng still eat me?"

Parsifal thought that once he made a decision, he became much more open-minded and no longer as entangled as when he first came to Hogwarts.

"It doesn't matter, it's just about the curse just now. I think, as the principal of Hogwarts, I need an explanation."

Dumbledore looked at Parsifal, waiting for his answer.

"The curse just now was it. While I was waiting for Professor McGonagall, I wandered around the eighth floor out of curiosity. Opposite a tapestry, a door suddenly appeared. After opening it, a man named Godric handed it over. Gave it to me."

Parsifal took a sip of black tea, felt the heat in his mouth, pointed to the worn parchment on the table, and answered carefully.

Although he expected that Dumbledore might use Legilimency, he did his best to word his words.

"Godric? Are you sure that's how he introduced himself? What's his full name? What does it look like?"

Dumbledore frowned, shook his wrist, took the parchment into his hand, and looked at it carefully. Then he raised his head abruptly and asked in a serious tone. This development caught Parsifal a little off guard.

——"My knowledge and attitude towards Godric are very certain. If he uses Legilimency, he will not doubt Godric's authenticity, but at least he should doubt how I opened the door!" "

Parsifal has always believed that the truest lie is not % true and % false, but % true. In the answer just now, he left several key words as "bait" to test Dumbledore.

From Dumbledore's reaction, he could tell that the other party was really curious about Godric's identity.

"No matter what the reason is, Dumbledore is probably not using Legilimency at this moment." Parsifal made a judgment, then stepped forward, put his hand on his chin, and made a gesture of careful recall.

"He didn't say his full name, but he had long red hair, wore a very weird robe, and held a very sharp long sword decorated with rubies. He said that I entered the inheritance treasure house accidentally. This is just compensation."

It is a fact that there are ten out of ten, but through the guidance of words, countless plausible possibilities can be drawn.

Dumbledore stared at Parsifal with deep blue eyes, his expression solemn and silent. Parsifal looked at him and waited quietly.

"Parsifal, you are a very lucky wizard. Only after you enroll in school will you truly understand how great that person is. Cherishing this wealth is the advice I can give you as an old man. .”

After a long time, Dumbledore sighed softly, and his solemn expression softened.

"As for now, can you please open the door? I think Minerva and Pomona are already here."

Dumbledore clapped his hands as if relaxed, and the tray on the table disappeared.

"Okay, Professor."

Parsifal stood up, said goodbye to Dumbledore, and walked out of the office before finally being able to take a long breath.

The semicircular principal's office returned to silence.

"Dumbledore, that kid is obviously hiding a lot of things. Why don't you ask further? Where is your usual hand?"

A man's voice sounded inexplicably glib and slightly disgusted.

"Phineas, you know what? I just tried this spell and it didn't work."

Dumbledore shook the parchment in his hand, as if signaling to an invisible person.

"The little wisdom that old age can bring tells me not to repeat the same mistakes. Besides, it's not like that child can be frightened by a burning wardrobe or a screaming doll."