The White Lord Professor at Hogwarts

"I have reservations about this point of view," Dumbledore was not angry, "but now think about it, am I really as bad as you say? Or, let's change the question:"

He straightened up, and a terrifying pressure instantly dissipated. For a moment, Ricardo seemed to see a King of Light standing in the darkness.

"If I want to control someone, do I need to use this clumsy method?"

Ricardo suddenly woke up.Yes, who is the person in front of you?He is the terminator of the first generation Dark Lord, the fearer of the second generation Dark Lord, the president of the International Federation of Wizards, and the chief wizard of the Wizengamot. If he needs followers, he can just raise his arms and join them. I'm afraid it can beat hundreds of Hogwarts, so who cares about a few lions?

His thinking seems to be extreme and he over-interprets Dumbledore's behavior.

But he would not be loyal to Dumbledore because of it.He has his own thoughts and has to be wary of people who can control a person's surroundings in the palm of his hand.

"I will not ask others to do things according to my ideas," Dumbledore put down his momentum, "nor will I teach any child incorrectly. But I will lead students to the right path, and I do not feel wrong about this. "

Ricardo felt that there was no need to discuss this issue further.The old man always has a different kind of stubbornness - or confidence - in his own behavior, and there is no need for him to be stubborn about it.

"So, my dark magic question..."

"Oh, you're talking about the influence of black magic on you?" Dumbledore began to be amiable again, "Your previous extreme thinking has been temporarily put aside because of the effect of the Mirror of Erised."

"What does it do?" Ricardo questioned.

"What it allows us to see is only the deepest and strongest desire in our hearts," Dumbledore said. "It is indeed easy for people to become addicted to illusory dreams and forget about real life."

“But equally, when he sees people’s innermost being, he also brings them to a state where negative emotions are eliminated.”

"So," Ricardo concluded, "I found my deepest desire and dispelled the extreme negative emotions that black magic had given me, so my problem is temporarily solved?"

"Yes, Ricardo, your problem is temporarily solved, but the real solver should be yourself. It will only play an auxiliary role. What really depends on it is the persistence in your heart."

"And you have to remember that this mirror can neither teach us nor tell us the truth. People waste their days in front of it, obsessed with what they see, even driven to madness."

"Because they don't know if what they see in the mirror is real and possible."

"You can only use it this time," Dumbledore said finally. "After Christmas, I welcome you to my office. I hope you can subdue it and find yourself."

Ricardo thought for a while and nodded happily.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, can I ask you a question?"

"That's what you just did."

"..."

Dumbledore smiled slyly: "But you can ask me one more question."

"What did you see when you looked in the magic mirror?"

"Me? I saw myself holding a pair of thick wool socks."

"..." Ricardo protested silently.

"You can never have enough socks," Dumbledore seemed to be forcing his explanation. "Christmas came and went without me receiving a pair of socks. People insisted on sending me books."

"...I'll give it to you this year."

"Thank you very much," Dumbledore seemed not to notice the disdain on Ricardo's face, "Okay, why don't you go back and rest?"

Ricardo nodded and took one last look in the magic mirror.

Indulging in it once is enough, he thought, go and do whatever you want, just live up to yourself, maybe you can go back?

But at this glance, Ricardo retracted his steps and his eyes widened unconsciously.

Because the picture has changed!

There was him in the mirror, and there were at least a dozen people standing behind him in the mirror!

The most conspicuous thing was a strange black-haired woman standing behind him, smiling and waving to him.Next to her was a tall, thin man with blond hair. The man hugged her with his right hand and held a girl with the same hair color as him in his left hand.

They all looked at him and smiled kindly, the blonde girl squinting at him with a mix of pretended disdain and real admiration.

How is this going?

……

Until Ricardo left Hogwarts, came to France, and met Fleur who came to pick him up, Ricardo was thinking about the conversation with Dumbledore and the scene he accidentally saw.

"What's wrong with you? Are you in a trance?" Fleur waved her hand in front of his eyes and asked.

"Nothing, just think of something." Ricardo came back to his senses and looked at the girl in front of him.

She wore a long black windbreaker with a khaki lining turned out to match the color, and a white turtleneck sweater.The lower body is in bright brown long leather pants, connected with a pair of white shoes, making the girl look fresh, neat, cool and stylish.

"This outfit is nice." Ricardo commented.

Unexpectedly, the little witch became unhappy when she heard the compliment, and ignored Ricardo for a long time.

It wasn't until she got on the subway that she spoke slowly, with deep resentment:

"I wore the exact same one last year."

"Oh, does it mean that your aesthetic taste is exactly the same as last year? Or that you bought a dress that is exactly the same as last year?" Ricardo can always find some weird points of conversation.

"No, I mean, you said the exact same thing last year." Fleur's resentment almost turned into reality.

"..."

Ricardo coughed awkwardly and pretended to be a sanctimonious master.

It's not that he wanted to pretend like this, it was just that in front of this magic leader, he always felt that he had to act aloof and could not help but become serious.

But Furong got angry when she saw him like this, so he didn't deserve a beating!You are a few years older than me, why are you pretending to be a little adult?

Be careful if you push me into a hurry, I'll give you a jockey Mizu!

Little Furong thought angrily in her heart, but she said a gentle greeting:

"……how are things?"

"……pretty good."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

Ning is the legendary topic terminator?

Furong suddenly remembered that many years ago, this boy rescued her and took her home. In order to comfort her, he recited the first-grade textbook and explained the important and difficult points to her seriously, forcing her to read it Fell asleep.

It was because of this that she begged her parents to let him be her tutor.

?0?2 "Pfft——" Furong's tight little face suddenly couldn't hold it any longer, and an intoxicating smile suddenly broke out.

"Smiling like this? Get ready for the midterm exam tomorrow." Ricardo looked helplessly at Bai Mao, who was smiling into a ball. It was obvious that the girl in front of him was thinking about something stupid about him.

Ricardo and Fleur's eyes just met.The girl's eyes were as bright as diamonds, while the boy's eyes were clear and he could not avoid looking at the bright stars.

Pure appreciation.

Furong was in a daze for a moment, then lowered her eyebrows and narrowed her eyes with confusion.When he looked up again, his smile had turned bitter:

"Is there really a test?"

"It's true."

"Really?"

"real."

"real……"

"Throat lock tongue."