Chapter 851 Join

Dumbledore is the greatest wizard of this era, no doubt about it. Even Voldemort is afraid of Dumbledore.

"I think wizards need guidance from a certified professional psychologist who can listen to their stories and feelings." Duran gave his reasons: "Of course, another reason is that I am worried that something will happen to my daughter in the magic school."

"Your daughter?" Dumbledore was speechless: "Are you the student's parent? Muggle or wizard?"

"Is it important?" Duran smiled: "Just treat me as a Muggle, but I know a lot about your wizarding world and I am capable enough to serve as a psychologist at Hogwarts. If the school had a professional psychologist like me, perhaps Voldemort's heart knot could be enlightened, and there would not be a dark decade."

Dumbledore also knew a lot about Muggles and knew what psychological counseling was, which was just chatting: "Maybe you are right, but I want to know how you got into my office before?"

"The magic of this world is not just magic. I have mastered this magical power that does not belong to magic. It is difficult to explain for a while. If you keep me as a psychologist, I think we will have a lot of time to study together in the future." Duran smiled: "I know you want me to stay."

Dumbledore did think so, because the Muggle in front of him was indeed interesting and mysterious. And Duran is not here to teach, but to listen to the troubles of teachers and students, isn't that great?

"Okay, I can keep you, so can I ask your name now?" Dumbledore laughed.

"I'm really rude, I forgot to introduce myself, Duran, my name."

"You can use the top of the right tower, there is only one empty place, but it's very small, I hope you don't mind." In fact, there is enough space in Hogwarts, but Dumbledore doesn't want Duran to have too much contact with students for the time being, mainly to observe.

"No problem at all, when can I move my things over?"

"Anytime, then the freshman sorting ceremony will begin, are you willing to go to the hall with me?" Dumbledore made an invitation.

Durran refused: "I would rather you send someone to take me to the top of the right tower to have a look."

No problem, Dumbledore called the school's janitor, Squib Filch, at this time, the professors were participating in the sorting, and only the janitor was still idle.

Filch hurried over, sweat on his face, and saluted Dumbledore respectfully: "Headmaster, what can I do for you?"

"Take the school's new psychologist to the top of the right tower. That will be his office from now on." Dumbledore said, "If he has any needs, you can try to meet them."

"Okay, Headmaster." Filch turned to Duran and said, "Hello, I'm happy to serve you, Mr. Psychologist." In fact, he himself didn't know what psychological counseling was. He just thought Duran might be a good wizard and a guest of Dumbledore.

You have to leave the main castle, pass through the backyard and greenhouse to reach the right tower, and then climb more than 200 stairs to get to the top of the building. It's really a difficult journey. Filch, who led the way, was already out of breath, and then with the faint candlelight, Filch began to look for the key to open the wooden door on the top of the right tower from a bunch of keys.

Speaking of which, this place is really old, with spider webs, dust, and breeding insects, you can shoot a horror movie. Coupled with the clacking sound of the keys in the doorman's hand and the dim candlelight, the situation was indescribably weird.

"You can find it, Filch, you can find it, we can't keep the guests waiting for too long." Filch turned the keys quickly, but it was a pity that no one had come to this place for a long time, and he couldn't remember what the door key looked like: "This one, no, this one? It doesn't seem to be either."

Duran didn't urge him, and finally waited for four minutes before Filch found the right key to open the deep door. The dust danced with the air exchanged between the inside and the outside as the door opened like a party.

Cough, cough, Filch coughed violently, he couldn't stand the lively dust.

Duran waved his hand, and the two windows of the room opened. The strong wind from the wave gathered all the dust in the room and on the long stairs into two long dragons, rushing out of their respective windows, and the entire right tower was much cleaner.

Filch was envious because he thought it was magic: "Dear psychologist, if there is nothing else, I will leave, and I can leave the candlestick to you."

"Please wait a moment." Duran wanted to see the environment.

It was indeed very small, probably only about 20 square meters. There was a large desk inside, which filled up the entire space. With the empty bookshelf on the wall, it would be cruel to squeeze in one more person.

Filch stood cautiously at the door. If the wizard didn't let him go, he would wait.

"Can I get rid of these old furniture?"

"Of course there is no problem. These things are almost a century old. I remember that this was the office of an astrologer. He was a great wizard and had in-depth research on the zodiac. But then he disappeared, and no one has used this office since then. Until now."

"I see, Mr. Filch, you are really knowledgeable."

Filch was flattered and almost cried. No wizard had ever praised him for his erudition. He was very happy: "I just know a little about the situation in Hogwarts. This is what I should do as a janitor."

"As a janitor, and fulfilling the responsibilities of a janitor completely, shouldn't I be praised? I think as long as you complete your mission, then anyone is great."

"Your character is admirable. I have never seen such a noble wizard as you, except Dumbledore, who treats people as fairly as you." Filch said. At this moment, he has become a fan of Duran.

"This is just the most basic." "Since it can be handled, I want to replace all these furniture."

"No problem at all. If you need any furniture, I can introduce you to the store in Diagon Alley."

"Thank you very much."

What a good wizard. Filch only felt that Duran was a truly humble and kind wizard.

These old furniture were almost antiques, but Duran still dismantled them all without hesitation, and then split them into pieces and gave them to Filch.

After the entire cylindrical space was vacated, Duran went to the store that Filch had introduced. The prices were indeed fair and the craftsmanship was excellent, but Duran did not need too much furniture. He only needed a cabinet and two sofas.

When Duran finished these, he took a look at the sorting ceremony in the auditorium. There were cheers and applause from the senior students of the academy. Obviously, they were happy that they had new juniors. Of course, the most concerned person was Harry Potter. Everyone wanted to know which academy he would be sorted into.