Melee wizards at Hogwarts

"Why not use Transfiguration? I heard from Professor McGonagall that you are very talented in Transfiguration. You know, even if I were the principal, I couldn't issue a statement to allow a first-year wizard to carry it around the school. ."

Dumbledore put on his glasses and stroked the spear carefully. This wooden spear should be a style commonly used by horse people. It is made entirely of hardwood and is about meters in length. It fits their length and height and can be held with one hand.

But if used by humans, it would seem a bit bulky.

"If you can do it, there's no need to worry. My current constant transformation technique can only last for an hour at most."

Parsifal picked up the teacup and took a sip. He didn't appreciate the sweets prepared by the principal's office, but he really liked the black tea here. After adding a little milk, the soft taste and the fragrance of the tea itself are combined very cleverly.

It wasn't until he actually stepped into the wizarding world that he realized how exaggerated Dumbledore's transfiguration was. In the original work, one of the gifts brought by the White Wizard when he sent Hagrid to contact the giant Gugo was a piece of Gooblai fairy fire.

A torch that will never go out, it can be said to have reached the pinnacle of transformation creation.

Although Parsifal spent a lot of time practicing during the holidays, so far, the limit of performing Transfiguration even on the balsamic plum wand most closely associated with him was only more than an hour. And once his attention relaxes a little during this process and lacks the pull of magic power, the wand will return to its original shape.

It would be okay if it was just a 143-inch wand, but if it were this spear, I'm afraid Parsifal would end his Hogwarts study career early.

"Williams, I'm sorry, but for your own safety and the safety of others, I cannot agree to your request to carry this spear with you in the school. However, you can store it in the foyer, I believe Mr. Filch I’ll keep it for you.”

The white wizard straightened up, with a trace of regret on his face.

"Next, we can talk about the real reason why you came here tonight."

Dumbledore raised his glasses with his fingers and stared at Parsifal.

"Tonight we met a strange guy in the Forbidden Forest. Hagrid said he didn't look like he lived in the Forbidden Forest and attacked the centaurs. He was shot by Hagrid with a crossbow. This was his The scraps of clothing left behind.”

Parsifal poured out the fragments left by the man from the cloth bag he carried and placed them on the table. Under the warm yellow light, the blood stains on the clothes had a strange blue halo.

This was the real reason why he wanted to find Dumbledore tonight. The whole thing he didn't say was "that guy comes from Hogwarts and has a Dark Lord with a temporary nose attached to the back of his head."

"It's strange. Maybe I need to ask Professor Snape to come and study it tomorrow. This is definitely not how blood should behave."

Dumbledore carefully touched the fragments of clothing, his expression solemn, and his pale wand continued to draw arcs, emitting streaks of silver light.

"But whatever the cause, he must have been injured, and it was definitely not something that could be dealt with by just putting a Band-Aid on it."

Parsifal was very sure of this. Hagrid's exaggerated crossbow was not originally designed to deal with humanoid creatures.

"If you don't need me for anything else, I'll just go back to the common room?"

Seeing the white wizard working attentively on the rags, Parsifal stood up and prepared to say goodbye and leave. Although he probably guessed that Dumbledore didn't use Legilimency on him for some reason, he always felt a little awkward staying in the principal's office.

"Parsifal, I want to confirm, is there anything else you need to tell me?"

Dumbledore raised his head, looked at Parsifal, and asked very sincerely.

"No, Professor."

Parsifal shook his head. He noticed the change in the White Wizard's title and was willing to believe in the other party's sincerity, but he didn't trust Dumbledore enough, at least not yet.

"Well, let's go. Go to the hall to pick it up tomorrow. I hope that the centaur's skills can enlighten you in mastering Gryffindor's curse."

Dumbledore nodded and watched Parsifal leave the vaulted headmaster's office.

"Wait, Professor Dumbledore, I wonder if you like solving puzzles?"

After patting his forehead, Parsifal walked back, took out a piece of parchment recording the riddle from Ravenclaw from his pocket and placed it on the white wizard's desk.

He made several pieces of parchment like this and planned to send them to various professors when possible to find off-site assistance.

"Please remember not to read it out loud. I wish you a good night's sleep."

With the soft "click" of the wooden door closing, silence returned to the arched principal's office.

"Phineas, Doris, have you ever heard of Ravenclaw's treasury?"

The white wizard twisted the parchment with his slender fingers and carefully examined the contents of the puzzle. Because of Parsifal's reminder, he did not choose to read it aloud.

"Ravenclaw? I only remember that Salazar Slytherin himself left a Chamber of Secrets."

A greasy man's voice sounded, coming from a portrait on the wall of the office.

"Ravenclaw's treasure trove? Could it be what the eagle-shaped brass ring in the common room once mentioned? 'Open the secret realm and explore the true knowledge, but be careful, knowing itself is dangerous'?"

The witch pondered for a moment before answering.

"I saw a diary in the Ravenclaw common room. It recorded that she went to great lengths to prepare a device, and even damaged her own foundation as a wizard for it. I wonder if that has anything to do with it?"

"..."

More voices joined in, and the secrets of Hogwarts were told by successive principals. Even though it was late at night, the lights in the principal's office were still bright.

But that has little to do with Parsifal anymore.

After coming out of the principal's office, he went straight back to the Gryffindor common room, said hello to Hermione who was still studying hard in front of the fireplace, and couldn't wait to walk into the dormitory.

——After spending a night in the Forbidden Forest, fighting head-on with centaurs, and worrying about the whereabouts of Professor Quirrell, he now desperately needs a hot bath and a good night's sleep.

"Harry, you won't believe what Filch made me do last night!"

As soon as he opened the door to the boys' dormitory, Parsifal saw Ron pouring bitter water on Harry.

"Hmph. Harry, let's go."

Ron noticed his arrival, snorted inaudibly, turned around and walked into his dormitory.

"Sorry, Ron was just... a little anxious. He didn't mean it that day. Parsifal, are you coming back from outside? There are still branches hanging on your robe."

Harry was a little embarrassed to cover for Ron. He found that Parsifal's robe was a little messy, so he took it off for him and pointed in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

"Well, there are some things. By the way, Harry, if you have time, remember to read the Potions textbook in advance. You may have some opinions, so it won't hurt to be more prepared."

After thinking about it, Parsifal decided to remind Harry. Not only because of his kindness, but also because of the regrets in the original world.

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