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Walking out of the auditorium, go straight up to the eighth floor from the spiral staircase on the side. At the end of the staircase is a shiny oak door with a brass door knocker in the shape of a griffin's head.

This is the principal's office.

Although he didn't come often, Hughes was no stranger to the layout of Dumbledore's office.

Fox perched on a tall gilded perch behind the door.

A large, beautiful circular room filled with all kinds of funny little sounds.

There were many strange silverware on the table, spinning and emitting small puffs of smoke.

The Sword of Gryffindor is placed in a glass box next to the table, and a pensieve is placed in a black cabinet opposite the glass box.

The walls are covered with portraits of former principals and principals.

As soon as Hughes entered the door, the portrait of Sirius's grandfather, Principal Phineas, couldn't wait to greet him.

Dumbledore was seen tickling the Sorting Hat and comforting it.

"Old man, you can't give up! As a thousand-year artifact, you shoulder the legacy of the Four Giants, and the little wizard also needs your professional testing."

"Hmph! What the hell, how do you explain that the little devils are starting to make plans for me now?"

"They are still children! How could they know that you...hey, the real owner is here. Student Hughes, you have to solve the trouble you caused!"

At first glance, Hughes was very confused and had no idea what was going on.

How could he, a good student, get into trouble everywhere?

The Sorting Hat is no stranger to Hughes. Except when he was sorted three years ago, Hughes' potential left a deep impression on him.

Then there's Hughes' arrangement of it in Emma's memory tonight.

As a result, Hughes looked innocent at this time, which made Lord Magic Hat very angry.

"Well, you little brat, you are so hypocritical. You are slandering me everywhere as a shabby tool hat, and now you are pretending to be ignorant!"

"If you say that, I'll understand."

Hughes was sure that the Sorting Hat had its memory probed when Emma was sorted. Otherwise, how could it have discovered his conversation with Emma?

"What happened to the tool hat?"

"You are the most critical tool in Hogwarts, a thousand-year-old magic school! It can be said that without your selfless dedication, the education of Hogwarts would not be passed down at all."

……

Hughes gave a rainbow fart, which made Lord Magic Hat twist his hat in confusion.

But the Sorting Hat is still not satisfied. It only learned today that retirement exists in human society.

Even those Muggle items have an expiration date. Isn’t this the retirement of non-human beings?

That's why it clamored that the school must plan for its retirement.

"It stands to reason that retirement is a reasonable requirement. But the younger generation is incompetent! I haven't been able to find a successor to you, and Hogwarts can't do without you!"

The Sorting Hat couldn't be more proud after hearing what Hughes said.

"That's right, I am a one-of-a-kind thousand-year-old artifact."

Hughes struck while the iron was hot and helped it make suggestions.

"Although I can't let you retire for the time being, the school can give you a vacation!"

"There are 360 ​​five days a year and 360 four days of rest. What do you think of my proposal?"

The Sorting Hat asked, "Do I still need to work after the holidays?"

"You're on holiday, why do you still work?"

"Whenever someone wants you to work overtime, you ignore them. What is a thousand-year artifact? It just has such a good reputation."

"From now on! You only need to work one day a year and that's it."

When it comes to retirement, the Sorting Hat actually knows that it is unlikely, but when it thinks of its grievances, it wants to make a fuss.

But now, the result of aging is so good, it can't believe it at all.

He quickly asked: "Is it true? 360 days a year, you only need to work one day?"

"Sure enough, if you don't believe me, ask Principal Dumbledore."

Hearing this, Dumbledore followed Hughes' words and said sternly that as the oldest employee of the school, this card must be given.

Lord Magic Hat was afraid that Dumbledore would regret it later, so he immediately announced that a new work agreement had been reached. From now on, it would only work one day a year.

It was in such a good mood that it stopped asking anyone to scratch it. Instead, it hurriedly asked Hughes to put it back on his desk.

"Huh~huh~huh~"

Snape looked at the Sorting Hat humming a song and secretly rejoiced: "Fortunately, the Sorting Test can only identify children's potential and cannot affect their IQ. Otherwise, the wizard's inheritance will be completely destroyed."

Dumbledore told Hughes with his eyes that you will make up for it.

He motioned for the two of them to sit over and poured them another cup of tea.

Hughes took it politely, took a sip and put it down.

He secretly said, "Fortunately, I am cautious. As expected of an old bee, how much honey do I need to put in? It's not too much to worry about."

"How about it?"

Dumbledore asked as he sat down.

Then he picked up a glass of sugar water and drank it.

Snape plays the Silent One as usual.

In order not to disgrace Old Dengtou, Hughes had to politely say that he liked it very much because of its rich flavor, sweetness and deliciousness.

But as soon as his words changed, he comforted: "It is best for the elderly to follow a low-sugar diet."

"Thank you for your concern. I really shouldn't drink so much honey tea."

"But what I'm asking is, what do you think about me placing Emma in Gryffindor?"

Hughes was stunned for a moment, and then complained crazily in his mind: "If you didn't tell me, I wouldn't have known that this was tea."

"But, where's the tea?"

"However, if you ask me what I think about this matter, of course I want to scold you!"

As soon as Dumbledore's expression was carefully wiped and there was no pretense, Hughes knew that the erotic drama was about to begin.

When Dumbledore mentioned the matter so bluntly, the atmosphere suddenly became tense, and even the chattering portraits looked at them quietly.

Like the masses, they are looking forward to the next conversation.

Hughes thought to himself: "With such a low profile, do you not treat me as an outsider? Seeing this, do you still want to exchange hearts for hearts? Are you serious?"

Although Dumbledore's words were brief, his expression was not kind.

But this just shows that he does not act like an elder or a principal.

In his eyes, it only took Hughes three years to reach the level of an adult wizard. He was attacked by a werewolf army and almost solved the trouble alone.

So, Dumbledore has put him on an equal footing.

Hughes didn't make excuses with him. We all are sensible people, so why bother to be mysterious?

"why?"

Hughes did not answer his opinion on the matter. Instead, he asked questions, turning his passive into active.

He wanted to know, since Dumbledore didn't underestimate him, why did he arrange it like this?

As long as they are not immature students, anyone can see the problem from tonight's ranking of the freshman list and the results of the sorting hat.

Since Dumbledore chose to have equal dialogue and talk heart to heart, he no longer relied on his status and spoke from his heart.

He moved his hips and leaned back on the chair, his eyes blurred, as if time had returned to 50 years ago.

"Back then, I was just a professor in the Transfiguration class, and the principal was Mr. Armando Dippet."

"I met a very outstanding student. Of course, he is a little worse than you. You are both Slytherins."

"He was born into a poor family but is extremely intelligent. His parents are both dead but he is both wise and courageous. He is a prefect and model in the school."

"It can be said that before I met you, I almost thought he was the most outstanding student I have ever seen."

"I think you should also guess who I'm talking about!"

"His real name is Tom Riddle, not Voldemort."

"I regret that I didn't really care about him. At least, I should have guided him to the right path."

"Otherwise, a Dark Lord would not have been born."

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