Soaring at Hogwarts

The principal's office at Hogwarts is a mysterious place. Many people don't know the location of the secret passages, but if you want, you can always find one or two.

Everyone knows the location of the principal's office, but if you don't know the password, you can't get in.

This office is located on the eighth floor of the castle and has a gargoyle at the entrance.

"Energy Leap Frog."

If the password is spoken correctly like this, the gargoyle will jump aside and the wall behind it will split in half, allowing access through a spiral staircase hidden behind that moves slowly upwards.

Ian is inside now, looking around like a curious baby.

On a table with slender legs, there were many strange silverwares, rotating and emitting small puffs of smoke.

The walls were covered with portraits of old principals, both men and women, in their own photo frames, sitting upright whenever Ian looked over.

On a shelf behind a huge table was a tattered, wrinkled wizard's hat - the Sorting Hat.There was a gleaming silver sword in a glass box next to it, with a large ruby ​​inlaid on the hilt.

Professor Dumbledore and Ian sat on either side of the table.This is the first time that the two of them communicate face to face.

Fox flew down from the gilded perch behind the door and landed in Ian's arms. The big fiery red bird, just like it looked like, was warm in his arms.

Ian gently stroked its feathers, and Fox purred comfortably.

"So how did you do it, Professor?"

"It's just a simple technique," Dumbledore said with a smile on his warm face, "'recover as before', it's that simple."

"All right……"

There is no way to learn how to learn from skill without work.

There was a cup of hot cocoa in front of Ian, and Professor Dumbledore had lemon ice cream.

"Seriously, Professor, winter is coming, so it's best not to eat iced drinks."

"Please forgive the willfulness of an old man, hot cocoa is still a bit bitter." Dumbledore took another spoonful, "Maybe you can try to develop a non-bitter cocoa?"

Ian rejected the proposal: "The combination of bitterness and sweetness is the charm of hot cocoa."

An old man and a young man sat together and discussed the taste of desserts seriously, much to the boredom of the portraits.

"Did you know?" Dumbledore blinked, "When cocoa beans are fermented and dried, they will have an attractive sweet taste. They will also attract some cockroaches and flies, and they are often left behind during processing."

"Then I think you should try it." Ian calmly tried to feed Fox the hot cocoa, but was rejected. "So I always use cocoa butter substitute at home."

"Cocoa butter substitute?"

“The raw material is some vegetable oil, which can be used to make chocolate.

Muggles can make food in the laboratory using completely unrelated things. For example, lemon ice cream is made from completely different things from lemons and cream. "

"It's amazing. It's magic. You don't have to follow Gamp's basic transformation rules."

"Yes, but no one liked ice cream like this, so the Muggles instituted food safety laws."

"Yes," Dumbledore laughed. "Morality is far superior to magic."

The portrait of Phineas Nigellus Black opened one eye and said: "Morality, where is the morality?"

"The law is the bottom line of morality." Ian said.

The two smiled at each other.

From the wall Phineas whispered: "Two lunatics."

Then, he was cast a silencing spell by Delise Devont for tarnishing the image of the principal.

"Yes, Professor."

"what?"

"Can I apply to use the equipment in the alchemy classroom? Professor."

"Ah, speaking of which, how is your alchemy going?"

Ian was a little embarrassed in a rare way: "I haven't refined the magic stone yet. I accidentally blew up the furnace during the experiment. I haven't done any experiments for more than half a year."

The explosion was earth-shattering and alarmed the Ministry of Magic.Then Ian received a warning not to mess around again.

"Then I have to ask Professor Gilani to pay more attention." Dumbledore agreed to Ian's request. "Alchemy is all-encompassing. The Sorcerer's Stone is undoubtedly the highest pursuit of alchemy, but the craftsmen have explored in this process... Lots of tricks.”

Professor Dumbledore pointed to the silverware on the table: "They are examples. In many cases, they are much easier to use than the Sorcerer's Stone."

"So, Professor? Can I see the Philosopher's Stone?"

"Do you believe I have the Philosopher's Stone?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows.

"I know there is." Ian admitted generously, could Harry know, but he couldn't?

"I also know that Professor Quirrell has another face on the back of his head."

"Haha, it seems you know a lot."

"There are also things I don't know, such as Voldemort also likes the smell of garlic, and why you are willing to let Quirrell enter the campus."

"Then why do you think that is?"

"The complicated situation may just be a simple reason. For example, the Weaver of Destiny did not make a safe arrangement, but simply wanted to give Harry an adventure."

After finishing his nonsense, Ian said seriously:

"Harry will definitely go toe-to-toe with Voldemort in the end. He can defeat Voldemort when he is at his weakest. I think this means a lot."

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded, "So, do you believe that Voldemort will be defeated?"

"of course."

"why?"

"Mr. and Mrs. Weasley have a very good relationship with our family. Zeng Jin invited me to the Burrow." Ian talked about unrelated things. "Their family has a radio, and my mother even gave Weasley a toaster." Madam, she used it very easily.

The existence of Muggles has penetrated into every aspect of magic.

The number of Muggle-born wizards is increasing year by year. On the contrary, there are very few heirs of pure-blood families - ah, not every family is like the Weasley family.

Voldemort used the slogan of pure blood, but pure blood itself was already dying, and Voldemort's existence was just a desperate move before their death.

It seems great, but how can it last?Everyone can see this. "

Ian continued: "If you are worried about me turning to Voldemort, you don't have to. After all, I was also born as a Muggle."

"Voldemort is not a pure blood either - well, it seems you know it too," Dumbledore stared at Ian, "You are very smart, Ian, but many smart people have been bewitched by him, their names I can go on for 10 minutes without repeating myself.

If he told you that he could give you the Philosopher's Stone, would you be able to resist the temptation? "

Ian smiled: "Sir, I am indeed very curious about the Philosopher's Stone. But don't worry, someone has told me that things like the Philosopher's Stone are not the best."

"What I pursue is more important than the Sorcerer's Stone..." Ian couldn't find a good adjective for a moment. "It's much more important. I won't give up my conscience for this. Morality is my treasure."

Ian blinked: "'For the greater good,' sir."

"I think I have no problem." Professor Dumbledore looked out the window.

Outside the room, clouds were in the sky.