Chapter 35 Winning over Dumbledore

Xing Ze frowned, he didn't know how to treat Boqi. According to the rules of the wizard world, those elves are slaves, and they have almost no human rights.

But for a traverser from modern Earth, Xing Ze would feel uncomfortable, but he didn't have time to think about those problems now, so he just found an excuse: "I will use part of it for food, and part of it for house repairs."

"House repairs? He can cast a few simple magic, little master, no need..."

"That's it. He doesn't have time to argue with me about that, Boqi." Xing Ze cast an apparition and disappeared on the spot.

...

On the way back to the church, Bishop Andrew was thinking in the car, and he noticed that Jacob had something to say. He didn't let the other party wait too long. When the car reached the nearest road, he said, "Speak, Jacob, there is no need to keep it in your heart."

"No one," Jacob said in a deep voice, "No one can be uninfected by the evil things. That wizard is very strange."

"But, the blood of the saints has no reaction. I also saw it, Jacob."

"He may have moved his legs. That situation has happened before. Maybe he is immune to it."

Bishop Andrew rubbed his legs, "Don't I believe in the Virgin Mary?"

"You know he doesn't mean that." Jacob's tone softened, "Why did they choose him as a source of information? The Ministry of Magic has never lacked greedy wizards."

"But there is a lack of one who can survive in the fight against evil things. , very intact. If the wizard has the ability to resist abnormalities like the Virgin Mary, they must not let him fall into the hands of the wizard. "

Jacob frowned, and he decisively denied: "That's impossible!"

"There is nothing to say, Jacob." Andre waved his legs, he didn't want to waste time on that topic, "If he is wrong, it's just a waste of a chess piece. If he is wrong, it will change the current situation."

"If you are wrong, Bishop, how can you be sure that you can control him?"

"Everything can be controlled, Jacob, anything!" Andre looked out the window, the dilapidated castle stood on the top of the mountain, making people feel unattainable.

...

When Xing Ze returned to school, he saw the church and the Ministry of Magic evacuating the school.

Professor McGonagall stood on the high slope of the lawn in the large courtyard with a refreshing look, and used magic to "send" the church priest's salute out of the door in a friendly manner. Her face was filled with joy that could not be concealed.

"Oh, Xing Ze." She called out from the hill, "Dumbledore is looking for me. He should be in the principal's office now."

"Okay, professor, he'll go then." Xing Ze responded and immediately walked towards the principal's office.

The school was noisy, and it took him a while to get to the principal's office. Dumbledore was leaning behind his desk to organize the speech, which would be used in tomorrow's opening ceremony. He pointed out the part about the train accident and asked Xing Ze to help take a look.

"Principal, are you sure you want to thank Mr. Price at the opening ceremony?" Xing Ze handed the speech to Dumbledore.

"Why not? They just have different positions." Dumbledore pushed his glasses, "His behavior is worthy of praise, and children should learn from his noble character, rather than being slaughtered from an early age."

"But the school hat..." Xing Ze hesitated. Indeed, according to memory, not everyone in Gryffindor is brave, and not everyone in Slytherin is vicious.

Dumbledore smiled, "The Sorting Hat follows human nature, but it is not wrong. He admits that there are some unreasonable systems in Hogwarts, but those systems must have their reasons for existing for a hundred years."

"Maybe, he is not a smart man. So he rarely thinks about those things." Xing Ze said, "Can he ask you a few questions, Headmaster?"

"Oh, of course, sir, just ask him to answer."

"Do you understand dreams?"

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and asked back, "Am I referring to that?"

"You know what he means, Headmaster."

The old wizard patted his legs lightly, and a delicate little teacup came to Xing Ze, "Would you like a cup of tea?"

Xing Ze nodded and said, "Green tea is best."

"He just happened to have it." The steaming teapot flew from the fireplace and poured a cup of rich green tea for Xing Ze.

"Not much, sir." Dumbledore also added a little tea for himself, "Is it an insurmountable forbidden area, and there is an existence that only the craziest dark wizards will touch."

"Except for you, no one else in the school knows?"

"No, no, dreams are not a secret. Any wizard will be exposed to it more or less, which is why the church has always wanted to eradicate them. But then again, there are very few wizards who know the true meaning of dreams."

"Professor McGonagall? The deans of each college?" Xing Ze resisted the urge to mention Snape.

"Oh, no." Dumbledore smiled slightly, "They don't know much, but they are well aware of the dangers of dreams."

"Then do you know Dunn Eric?"

"He knows." Dumbledore didn't even think about it.

Xing Ze raised his eyebrows and continued to ask, "Have you made an appointment to meet him?"

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded. "They agreed to meet at the Hog's Head Wine Bar in Hogsmeade. He came to seek his help and brought something ominous, which was related to the plague. He thought the Department of Mysteries should tell me everything."

Those bastards were not so kind. Xing Ze cursed in his heart.

"He died on the road. If he had known it would happen, he should have gone to him in person."

"Why not?"

"The Ministry of Magic and the school board don't want him to leave Hogwarts in the near future. Maybe because of the plague, the Ministry of Magic was in a mess, and at that time they hoped he would be more obedient."

Xing Ze thought about it, smiled bitterly and said, "So, they need to find someone to look after me, and that person is him."

Dumbledore did not answer this. After a short silence, Xing Ze asked again: "Does he trust me, Headmaster?"

"He doesn't understand what I mean, Mr. Xing Ze." Dumbledore stroked his beard, "Of course I can trust him."

Xing Ze took a deep breath. Because of the existence of Bluebeak, he was no longer afraid of them snooping into his memory, so he planned to have a real frank talk with Dumbledore.

"You know the existence of dreams, Headmaster, and you also know that monsters from dreams can pollute people's minds and bodies, but you didn't let him enter the school, even though he didn't accept any tests and diagnoses at that time. The only thing he didn't understand was that point, but he understands it now."

"Tell me about it, Xing Ze." Dumbledore said with interest.

"No, he came back and saw those monks canceling the spell. He thought that the spell should be used to monitor polluters, so you didn't ask him more questions.

"And you also know that the Key Hall will give him a comprehensive examination soon, but they won't tell you the truth. But you have always been a suspicious person, especially when it comes to school matters, you must confirm it 100%..."

"Go on, Xingze, go on, don't worry about him."

Xingze took a sip of tea and continued: "Coincidentally, the church people also want to see him, so you reached an agreement with them, which is why they appeared in Hogsmeade. In this way, even if you don't leave Hogwarts, you can get the necessary information."

"I praise him too much, Xingze." Dumbledore said calmly, "I wonder if he is so smart that he won't have a headache for tomorrow's speech."

"So do you believe him? Principal? "Xing Ze asked very seriously. What did Dumbledore do secretly? He must have his own plan. Xing Ze never doubted that.

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