Hogwarts: Muscular Justice

The next day, when Klein came to the auditorium for breakfast, he learned about the Ministry of Magic's handling of last night's incident through the Daily Prophet. He just smiled, thinking about the letter he wrote after returning last night. The letter was sent, and the recipient was Mr. Lovegood, the editor-in-chief of "The Quibbler." Thinking of this, Klein felt better.

"Hey man, what you did yesterday was not kind."

"Yes, you should ask us to go with you for this kind of thing."

"What are you doing?" Klein glanced at the Weasley twins who appeared in front of him, "Or are you finally planning to study?"

"No need to pretend, we believe you were the one responsible for last night."

"Just remember to take us with you next time." The two stars pressed one of Klein's shoulders with smiles on their faces.

"No." Klein firmly rejected Gemini's proposal, but he twitched his eyebrows and the meaning was self-evident.

Fred nodded, and George returned to the Gryffindor table to start their own breakfast.

Klein’s behavior did not attract the attention of others—perhaps it attracted the attention of Dumbledore, but the old man would not bring this kind of thing up on such an occasion. He would only shout to Klein that he Headmaster's office, then give Klein a pile of cockroaches and chat with him all afternoon.

Klein's behavior was exactly the same as before. Except for people like Gemini who paid special attention to certain things, no one else noticed anything unusual about Klein. He still attended class every day as before, answering questions and occasionally making adjustments. The classroom atmosphere is like a real student - of course, from a certain perspective, Klein is indeed a student.

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"Mr. Carlos, Professor Dumbledore wants you to go to his office after lunch. The password is Bee Bee Sugar." After the last class in the morning, Professor McGonagall left Klein alone and told him He told Principal Dumbledore what he was looking for.

"I will be there on time." Klein responded directly. There was no point in hiding when Dumbledore was looking for him.

Lunch time has passed...

Klein arrived alone on the eighth floor where the principal's office was.

"Hello Lion Head."

"I'm not a lion head!!" The guard at the door of the principal's office, the water-avoiding golden-eyed beast, retorted to Klein, "Password."

"I won't tell you the password. I'm just chatting with you here, okay?" Klein took it out, turned it into a horse and sat on it, still holding the melon seeds in his hand.

The water-avoiding golden-eyed beast didn't expect that the little wizard invited by the principal this time was so weird that he was actually sitting at the door.

"Mr. Carlos, please sit down. Do you want some cockroaches?" Principal Dumbledore appeared and extended an invitation to Klein.

"Professor, I thought the food you used to entertain students would change according to the passwords in your office?" Klein rejected the pile of cockroaches. "By the way, professor, aren't you afraid that a real cockroach will get mixed into the pile of cockroaches?"

"I also encountered the situation you mentioned when I was young, but now, I am very experienced in this kind of thing. I can tell whether it is a pile of cockroaches or real cockroaches by touching it." Dumbledore grabbed a piece. A pile of cockroaches, thrown into the mouth.

"Want something to drink? Black tea, or milk?"

"Okay, black tea." Klein took the black tea handed over by Dumbledore.

"Mr. Carlos, what do you think about what happened in Diagon Alley last night?" Dumbledore took out several different candies and entertained Klein.

"I am extremely saddened by such a terrorist attack. This is not just a loss to a store, not just a loss to the Travers family, but a loss to the entire British wizarding community. I express my condolences to those who carried out the attack last night. Severe condemnation, and..."

Klein took out the speeches he remembered for politicians.

Principal Dumbledore shook his head, "Mr. Carlos, I always thought you just had the same problem of being unable to sleep at night like me."

"Principal, I have always had this problem. However, our first class is at nine o'clock and breakfast is at eight o'clock. You know, in the Muggle world, classes start at eight o'clock. Even in the Far East, many schools I get up after five o'clock and read early."

Dumbledore certainly knew that the involution of many countries in the Far East was quite terrifying and could not be compared to the intensity of study of students like Hogwarts.

"We have classes so late at Hogwarts. Isn't it because all the students go out for night walks at night? That's why we have classes at night?" Klein successfully deflected the topic.

"Mr. Carlos, what we are chatting about today is not during Hogwarts class time." Dumbledore brought the topic back.

"Principal, I just can't stand some nobles who think they are noble but do the most annoying things."

Listening to Klein's words, Dumbledore frowned. This student seemed to be a bit extreme, and he wondered if he would become the next Riddle.

"One more thing, I have always been a racist." Klein threw another bomb.

This startled Dumbledore again, I'm afraid it wasn't directly the Sandaime and the Dark Lord.

"Principal, you are so kind. In this magical world, pure bloods are the biggest racists. We have no ability to change the world, so we can only change ourselves. Therefore, I become a racist. I discriminate. Some purebloods." Klein himself didn't expect that he would actually say such words to Dumbledore at such a time.

"Children, we must learn to discover the beautiful things in life, rather than..."

"Principal, as I just said, this is not my choice, but the choice of the times and the environment. Everything I do is limited by the times."

"However, principal, you can rest assured that I am different from the one you are worried about. I have my own bottom line. If no one comes to provoke me, I will not do anything extraordinary. If someone offends me, this hatred will I won’t leave it until the next day.”

"Child." Dumbledore sighed. He didn't know how to deal with this kind of thing. Everything was caused by pure-blood wizards, and pure-blood wizards always insisted on this, even since he took up the position of principal. , has been working hard to mediate the conflicts between pure-blood wizards and Muggle wizards, but many issues left over from history cannot be solved by simply solving them.

"Last question, kid, how do you know about Tom Riddle?"

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