Traveling through Hogwarts, just wanting to have a love affair

There was a hint of embarrassment and helplessness in Phoenix's smile.

He knew his explanation might not completely convince Grindelwald, but he tried to explain his actions anyway.

"I was in a hurry to save people, so..."

His voice trailed off, his eyes revealing a hint of guilt, knowing that his actions might have caused trouble for Grindelwald.

However, before he could finish his words, he couldn't help but let out an "Ah!"

He was punched on the head again.

Although the punch was not heavy, it was enough to cause him pain.

The voice echoed in the empty principal's office, sounding particularly loud.

Even the portraits of past principals hanging on the wall turned their heads away, with a hint of pity in their expressions.

The principals in these portraits had been pretending to be asleep, but were actually secretly observing everything that was happening in the office.

They knew that this was a scene of a teacher educating his disciples, and they had no reason to stop it.

Grindelwald had a hint of displeasure on his face, and a hint of reproach in his voice:

"Still trying to deceive me!"

His eyes were fixed on Phoenix, as if he wanted to see through his thoughts.

"Are you going to rescue people voluntarily? Do you really think I can't tell?"

Phoenix's fingers gently touched the obvious bulge on the top of his head.

The pain there was still clear, as if constantly reminding him of the punishment he had just suffered.

He felt helpless and aggrieved. He didn't understand why he had to be beaten in the same place every time. Couldn't he just change the place?

It was always this position that made him feel particularly painful.

His eyes involuntarily turned to Headmaster Dumbledore, the old wizard who always had a gentle smile.

Dumbledore's eyes revealed a profound wisdom, as if he could see into people's hearts.

Although his words sounded like questions, his tone was full of affirmation, as if he had seen through Phoenix's heart.

"If Miss Greengrass hadn't wanted you to rescue them, I'm afraid you wouldn't have done it, right?"

Headmaster Dumbledore's words echoed in the office, and every word hit Phoenix's heart like a hammer.

Phoenix felt embarrassed and a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face.

He knew that what Headmaster Dumbledore said was right. If it had not been for Astoria's request, he might not have saved Luna.

He was not an indifferent person, but at that moment, his hesitation and reluctance were real.

Faced with Headmaster Dumbledore's insight and Grindelwald's reproach, Phoenix chose to remain silent.

He didn't know what to say, maybe silence was the best response.

Time always seemed to pass particularly slowly in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, especially in such a tense atmosphere.

The clock on the wall ticked, and every tick seemed to remind Phoenix of his uneasiness and anxiety.

Grindelwald's sigh broke the silence, his voice carrying a hint of weariness and forgiveness.

"Okay, go back to bed. It's late."

There was a sense of relief in Grindelwald's words, as if he had seen through Phoenix's heart and knew that he had learned enough lessons.

"Also, we won't help with this matter. You have to handle it yourself."

He added, his tone firm. This sentence was like a wake-up call, awakening Phoenix's sense of responsibility.

He realized that he had to face this challenge independently and could not always rely on others.

Phoenix opened his mouth and wanted to say something, perhaps to defend himself, or perhaps to express his gratitude.

But in the end, he didn't say anything. He knew.

Words seemed pale and powerless at this time, he needed to prove himself with actions.

When he left the principal's office and closed the door gently, the atmosphere in the office seemed to become a little more relaxed as he left.

A worried look appeared on Headmaster Dumbledore's face, and he turned to Grindelwald with a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

"Gellert, why do I feel that Phoenix's personality is a bit... cold?"

Headmaster Dumbledore's voice revealed his concern for Phoenix, as well as his confusion about the young student.

"Except for Miss Greengrass, he doesn't seem to care much about other young wizards."

He continued, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

Grindelwald shook his head, his gesture showing calmness and understanding.

He patted Headmaster Dumbledore's shoulder gently and said in an almost comforting tone:

"Don't worry, Phoenix is ​​not naturally cold-hearted, he just doesn't like making friends."

"But if there is someone who can really make him agree, Phoenix will take this friendship very seriously."

His words were full of trust and understanding of Phoenix.

Headmaster Dumbledore adjusted his glasses, his eyes gleaming with thought.

"hope so."

He said it succinctly, and although it was just a few short words, it revealed his expectations and hopes for Phoenix.

The conversation between the two headmasters echoed in the office. Their concerns and expectations all pointed to the same goal - hoping that Phoenix could grow into a better wizard.

Someone who can face challenges independently and cherish friendship.

Grindelwald's movement was sudden and intimate, his arm wrapped around Headmaster Dumbledore's shoulders with an indescribable familiarity and closeness.

His voice was low and gentle, with a hint of unquestionable tenderness, and he whispered softly in his ear:

"Then let's rest early."

Although this sentence is simple, it seems to contain a deeper meaning, making the atmosphere of the night more complicated.

Headmaster Dumbledore's body visibly stiffened under Grindelwald's touch, and he seemed a little surprised by this sudden intimacy.

But soon, his body relaxed and he allowed Grindelwald to lead him to the bedroom.

The figures of the two old wizards gradually disappeared behind the door, and only the portraits on the wall remained in the office.

The headmasters in the portraits, the former leaders of Hogwarts, seemed to be somewhat embarrassed by this scene.

They turned away, unwilling to continue witnessing this private moment.

The principals in some portraits even chose to leave, their figures disappeared from the frame, as if they were escaping from the scene that made them feel uncomfortable.

The portrait of Phineas Nigellus appears particularly excited.

His voice echoed in the office, with an almost angry tone:

"It's immoral, immoral, and a disgrace to us pure-blood wizards!"

His words revealed his strong dissatisfaction with this behavior, which he believed was not in line with the code of conduct for pure-blood wizards.

Phineas's long roar echoed in the empty office, his face full of disappointment and anger.

He couldn't understand or accept that the principals he respected would behave in such a way.

In his opinion, such behavior was a blasphemy against the tradition of pure-blood wizards.

Phoenix walked alone on the path of Hogwarts, the moonlight shining on him, stretching his shadow very long.

His thoughts were as deep as the night. He was thinking about how to solve the problem alone, which was a challenge he had never faced before.

His heart was filled with contradictions and uneasiness, but he also knew that this was part of growing up.

He sighed silently in his heart and said to himself:

"My vigilance seems to be really poor."

He realized that he had always been too relaxed and trusted the environment and people around him too much.

However, this is not the lifestyle he wants. He longs for a simple and pure life.

A life where just being with my beloved Astoria was enough.

Phoenix knew that he possessed power far beyond that of ordinary people, and his Mangekyō Sharingan could see through everything, including those spying and tracking lurking in the dark.

He has the ability to protect himself and prevent things from happening that might pose a threat to him.

However, he didn't want to live in vigilance and defense all the time.

"How can you guard against thieves for a thousand days?"

He argued with himself in his mind.

What he wanted was peace and tranquility, not to be constantly on guard against possible danger.

What he longed for was a life where he didn't have to be constantly on guard, a life where he could relax and enjoy the present moment.

All he wants is to live an ordinary, stable life.

He doesn't need those fancy adventures, nor does he want to be involved in complicated disputes.

His dream was simple, to live a happy and peaceful life with Astoria.

However, it seemed that fate always liked to play jokes on him and always made him run into some troubles.

Phoenix walked on the road, sighing constantly, his heart full of helplessness.

He has no lofty ambitions, nor any dreams that must be fulfilled.

He just wants a simple life, but this wish always seems to be difficult to achieve.

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