Chapter 92: Early Halloween

Hermione picked up a stone and threw it away. She muttered, "Smartness is a double-edged sword."

Xing Ze didn't reply. He waited quietly for the girl to speak.

"Is it a sin to be smart?" Hermione asked after a moment of silence.

"No, intelligence is a gift from God." Xing Ze murmured, "But pride and complacency are."

The girl frowned and looked at Xing Ze, and said angrily: "I am not complacent or proud, sir, I just said the right things."

Xing Ze laughed and also picked up a stone and threw it out, "What is right and what is wrong. Everyone has their own rules in their hearts. What you say is more about the rules in your heart than others. ”

"I don't understand. Right is right and wrong is wrong. Is there any difference? If you put the wrong raw materials in, the crucible will explode. Only if you recite the right spell can the magic be completed. This is a simple and easy-to-understand truth. ”

"See, here's the thing. People are not a simple spell, or herbs bubbling in a crucible. Everyone is an individual, with their own thoughts and opinions about everything. view.

"Just like you, Miss Granger, I remember that you didn't like Divination class. You thought it was an "inexact" knowledge. But there are people who like it, remember Mr. MacMillan?"

"Is it the one who opened the door for us in the morning?" the girl asked uncertainly.

"Yes, that's him - I usually call him Ben - he likes divination very much. He uses magic cards to tell fortunes and even uses fish bones to tell fortunes before fishing."

Hermione thought thoughtfully for a moment, then objected: "No, that's different. I don't force others to listen to me."

"No?" Xing Ze asked.

The girl blushed and replied unhappily: "Okay, a little bit. But they were wrong. Just like last night, I warned Harry and Ron, but they didn't listen. Is it true that you should point out other people's mistakes and insist on what is right? Is it also a sin?"

"You are a smart person, Miss Granger. But you fail to understand that no one likes to be pointed out when they are wrong, and society also excludes people who stand out from the crowd."

"If you are wrong, you are wrong. It is right to have the courage to admit your mistakes."

"You won't have any friends like this."

The girl said angrily: "I don't need friends. I won't waste time on such stupid things."

Xing Ze stood up and patted his pants, "Don't say stupid things, Miss Granger, everyone needs friends. Although this society excludes pure people, there are always people who will appreciate you, understand you, and care about you.

"Try to lower your stance, try to blend in with them, try to let go of right and wrong. You know, not everyone can endure the cold wind on the top of the mountain like you."

After saying this, Xing Ze left Hermione and walked towards the Quidditch training ground, where he enjoyed a friendly match and ended the leisurely day.

…

In the blink of an eye, it's pre-Halloween, and the entire Hogwarts is busy decorating. Pumpkin lanterns are hung in every corridor, and bat decorations are pasted on every piece of glass.

Just a few days ago, the Ministry of Magic finally gave up monitoring Xing Ze. This person made Xing Ze feel relieved.

These days, he spent at most an hour in the basement of the old house, sorting out some clues and notes, trying to find some missing clues, but the progress was slow and there was not much progress.

If the Ministry of Magic gives up surveillance, then he can carry out some follow-up plans, visit some people, check some necessary locations, etc.

"I've always had a question." Ben asked suddenly as he placed a magical bat toy on the roof of his office.

"Whatever question you have, just wait for now." Professor Bubaji said, "A little to the left, it's darker over there, and we have to make sure it scares the students."

"Professor, are you sure there will be students coming to our office?" Xing Ze asked as he used his wand to smear blood on the wall.

"Don't say such depressing words, Xing Ze." Professor Bubaji replied, "In past years, not many students would come to our office, but this year is different. With you, our Muggle Studies class has received a good response."

Xing Ze shrugged his shoulders and continued to do his work.

"What now, Professor?"

Professor Bubaji looked at the bat seriously and said with satisfaction: "Very good, that's it. Come down, Ben."

"What I want to ask is that we are obviously wizards, but we are celebrating Muggle festivals. This is really interesting. This has not been studied in textbooks or other materials."

"Because there is no need for research at all." Professor Bubaji curled his lips and said, "There is no difference between wizards and Muggles. We are just Muggles with superpowers."

"Okay, okay, professor." Ben wisely changed the topic, "I remember Xing Ze that you showed Muggle weapons to the students in class, it was still real."

Xing Ze added some flowing special effects to the bloody words on the wall to make them look more terrifying: "Yes, is there any problem?"

"Generally speaking, we don't use real firearms," ​​Ben said. "Those things are dangerous."

"It's up to you, Ben. Wands are just as dangerous in the hands of Death Eaters, even far more dangerous than guns." Professor Bubbaji corrected.

This Muggle Studies professor, who was unremarkable in the original work, seemed to Xing Ze to be a gentle, wise, and quite independent person. She seems to prefer Muggles to wizards.

More than once, she mentioned that she wanted to build a world where Muggles and wizards coexist in harmony. Unfortunately, if the world does not change, she probably won't have the chance to live to see such a world.

"Well arranged, Xingze. When those children are frightened by the bats, the closed doors and windows and the blood words that suddenly appear on the wall will scare them to pee."

"Uh, I don't want this to be the ending." Ben said with disgust, "I don't want the office to smell like urine."

Just then, there was a knock on the door. The three looked at the door. It turned out to be Bakht. He dressed himself like a vampire, wearing a noble dress and a black and red cloak on his back.

"I hope I didn't disturb you." He said elegantly.

Ben greeted him cheerfully, "Are you still a vampire this year, Bakht?"

"They all say I'm suitable for this."

"I think so too. Wait for me a little longer, and it will be done soon." Ben said and started to tinker with a demon statue next to him.

"I'm not in a hurry." Bakht walked into the office and saluted Professor Bubaji, "You're still as beautiful as ever, Professor."

"Oh, come on. Bakht, you say this every year. I bet you must have said this to many people on the way here."

"Ah, I can't deny it, otherwise it would be disrespectful to other women."

Professor Bubaji chuckled, "When is the party this year?"

"Six o'clock in the evening." Bakht smiled at Xing Ze, "The old place, the Pig's Head Bar, the school has reserved it."

Before Halloween, the school will organize a teachers' party at the Pig's Head Bar for two days, and any free teacher can attend.

Xing Ze was also invited, but he has not decided whether to go.