Civilization and Harmony Hogwarts

"Al, what are you thinking?" Gellert leaned over, put his finger on Albus's brow, and asked with concern.

"Gail..." Albus watched the blond-haired young man's originally unruly and disdainful eyebrows become soft and gentle in front of him, and his heart trembled.

Seeing the change in Albus' expression, Gellert's body moved closer to Albus, and took advantage of his surprise to lick Albus's slightly moving lips.

Albus was a little overwhelmed by Gellert's sudden attack, but pressed his lips together tightly.

Gellert skipped over Albus's unchanged face, and his eyes fell precisely on his red earlobes.

Gellert expertly pinched Albus' earlobe between his fingertips, and then kneaded it with a slightly heavy force and his usual technique.

"Gail." Albus stretched out his hand and gently waved Gellert's troubled hand away, with a serious tone, "I think there is something wrong here."

The tip of the quill is pointing to a short sentence - "Muggles should deepen their understanding of the wizarding world under the guidance of wizards, and wizards should play a role in supervising Muggles' words and deeds."

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?" Gellert's eyes were firmly glued to Albus's long, knuckle fingers, and he glanced casually at the pointed part on the parchment.

"There is nothing wrong with wizards guiding Muggles to deepen their understanding of the wizarding world. After all, all fear comes from the unknown. Muggles' deeper understanding of wizards can certainly promote the integration of the two." Albus said, holding hands again. Picking up a quill, he drew an emphasized horizontal line under the second half of the sentence, "I have a slightly different opinion here."

"Oh?" Gellert withdrew his presumptuous gaze and focused on the second half of the sentence.

"Wizards supervise Muggles? Is there any problem with this?" Gellert looked puzzled, "Give weak Muggles guardianship, and control a small number of dangerous Muggles with powerful hands."

"As long as you control the Muggles, wizards will naturally be able to walk in the sun without any threats." Gellert's tone was full of indifference towards Muggles.

"No, Gale." Albus' face became more and more serious.

Although Albus originally had a certain serious attitude towards some of the ideological differences between him and Gellert raised by Ariana, he faced it more with a tolerant attitude.

He thought that Gellert was just a little bit sharper-he attributed these to the sharpness and drive of a young man, but in fact Gellert's thinking was definitely not that persistent.

Albus has complete trust and confidence in Gellert.

"We should respect the rights of others, even though most Muggles have no resistance against wizards." Albus's tone was firm, and he slowed down his speech, "We shouldn't just because we are a wizard and we have wondrous powers." the power to place oneself above others."

"We cannot arbitrarily put ourselves in the position of masters just because we are a minority chosen to master magic, and because our vision is wider and deeper than others."

"We can be proud and joyful because the light of magic blooms in our bodies, but we can't try to use this power to control the lives of the weak."

Albus stared into Gellert's eyes, trying to see the wavering in his eyes.

But unfortunately, the firmness in Gellert's eyes remained unchanged, or rather, Albus didn't even think he cared about what he said.

"Al—" Gellert dragged the end of his voice, as if acting coquettishly, "You're so naive!"

"If Muggles knew about magic, they'd stare at it like ravenous wolves, and like hungry hyenas, they'd take every opportunity to rip the flesh off of wizards."

"They're never satisfied."

"They will make false claims with the wizard on the surface, but once the wizard makes any concessions, they will immediately push forward and try to get more things."

"When we have almost squeezed the ground from the wizard, we will directly tear up the agreement, and use all kinds of methods to skin and cram the wizard, smash the bones and suck the marrow." Gellert's tone is serious, his words are as sharp as a knife, full of malice and defense against Muggles , completely missing the gentle attitude when talking to Albus before.

Aware of Gellert's sharp attitude towards Muggles, the alarm bells in Albus's mind rang wildly, but he still held his temper and kept persuading Gellert: "Gail, this is too cruel. .”

"We can't take wizards above Muggles for granted just because we have more magic than Muggles. We can't command and control Muggles arrogantly with a superior attitude."

"This is dictatorship! It's dictatorship! It's a retrogression of history!"

"No! Al!" Gellert retorted at Albus's words, "Muggles' nature is unimaginably despicable! Are there not many examples of wizards being hurt by Muggles for a long time?"

"We can't let our guard down just because they are on the weak side!" Gellert said firmly.

"Gail, this kind of thinking is wrong. We can't just use the viciousness of a few Muggles to define the whole without proof." Albus tried hard to persuade Gellert, "We should..."

"Stop it, Al." Gellert interrupted Albus rarely, "You are too soft-hearted, and we don't need such soft-heartedness when facing Muggles."

"Gal..." Albus pulled Gellert's forearm, wanting to say something more, but looking at Gellert's frozen face, Albus knew clearly that what he said was useless.

Albus looked at Gellert, who didn't like oil and salt, and a burst of anger rose in his heart, but it was more of a sense of powerlessness.

Albus felt his heart constricted and his chest constricted.

"Perhaps we need to each calm down before discussing this topic," Albus heard himself say.