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"Whatever." Mu En nodded.

"I just made a suggestion. How you want to contact it and how you implement it are all your business."

With that said, Moon looked at Dumbledore.

"In fact, although I say it lightly, because the magic world has been separated from the world for too long, too many relevant rules and regulations are blank."

"It's difficult, but worth trying." Dumbledore had a different kind of light in his eyes.

"That's it?" Mu En waved her hand: "I will continue to do my thing."

Dumbledore opened his mouth. He actually had many questions to ask.

Especially after Mu En said this, there is another question she wants to ask: Did you call me here in person just to talk about this? Nothing else?

"Yes, it's gone for the time being." Moon nodded, he had already seen what Dumbledore wanted to say.

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"Thank you for not treating me like an old guy." Dumbledore could only smile helplessly.

"You're welcome." Mu En stood up and looked at Hedlund: "As for school matters, if I have time, I can take you to Cambridge or Oxford."

"Thank you, Professor."

"Then we can make time together." Harry suggested: "Neville has obtained Mrs. Longbottom's permission."

"Whatever." Mu En didn't particularly care about these details.

"Oxford. Cambridge" Dumbledore murmured, then shook his head and decided not to think about the Queen Mother's affairs for the time being. He would try to send one, or even multiple students, into Muggle education step by step. In the academy.

That is, what they are going to do now.

Thinking of this, he also stood up, asked Harry about the time they agreed, and then left.

The Apparition couldn't wait to return to Hogsmeade. Walking on the country stone road in the village, Dumbledore walked faster and faster, facing the sun, and an impatient smile gradually appeared on his face.

At some point, the crutch had transformed into the Elder Wand and was put into his sleeve, and his waist straightened up again. Looking at the ancient castle that had stood for thousands of years, his eyes sparkled.

I walked quickly all the way to the school gate.

"Albus!"

An old wizard with white hair flying wildly behind his head walked out of the school. He used his only intact, original hand to greet Dumbledore.

"You look better," he said.

Dumbledore walked up quickly: "Sylvanus, are you leaving?"

Sylvanus Kettleburn.

Former professor of the third-year Care of Magical Creatures course at Hogwarts.

"Yes, of course." Keltebourne laughed, showing his old, yellowed teeth: "The set of prosthetics you gave me is really easy to use and has improved my efficiency a lot. No wonder Nick Flamel I am a close friend with you, so you must have done this yourself."

He spoke a series of words, as if he was saying his last goodbyes and wanted to finish everything he could say.

"Why are you walking so fast?" Dumbledore asked.

Keltburn waved his hands: "I'm ready to go to the Fire Dragon Zone in Norway. To be honest, if it weren't for the little guy named Norbert in the Forbidden Forest at the end of the semester, I don't know who went there. No matter where I'm hurt, I won't leave just now."

As he said that, he patted Dumbledore on the shoulder: "I can't devote all my time to school like you. I have my own ambitions. Well, although it may be a little late to say this, but my My heart is not old yet!”

"Okay." Dumbledore nodded: "Be careful along the way, dragons are not easy creatures to deal with."

"Of course I know." Keltborn didn't care. Both he and Dumbledore knew dragons very well, and their words now were just so-called wishes.

"Anyway, there's nothing left for them to bite on me, but I have to protect this last hand. After all, this is the last thing I can use to touch their cold, hard scales."

"Anyway, everything went well." Dumbledore nodded.

"Thank you for your wishes. I'll leave first." Keltborn walked towards the outside of the school and finally waved to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore also walked towards the castle.

He pushed up his half-moon glasses, thinking about what Keltburn had just said.

"ambition"

How could he have no ambition? When he was a student, he won the Barnabus Finkley Award for Excellent Spellcasting Techniques, became the British Youth Representative of the Wizengamot, and won the Cairo International Alchemy Congress's Pioneering Contribution Gold Medal. And maintains frequent correspondence with the most famous magic masters, including Nico.

He was only seventeen years old when he walked out of Hogwarts carrying these honors and the skills to achieve them.

Of course he has ambitions.

And only a few people know about his ambitions.

"Let wizards live under the sun, and let Muggles become domestic animals and serve wizards."

This is Garrett's ambition, his goal.

Dumbledore was not that extreme, but in the seventeen years before his life, the tragedy that his brother Aberforth had to pay came from the Wizarding Secrecy Act!

He didn't hate Muggles, he was gentle and forgiving.

But he also sincerely hopes that the wizard can stand under the sun.

There is no need to discuss the following matters.

The final result was that the Dumbledore family was destroyed, the brothers broke apart, and the two once like-minded people were imprisoned in different castles.

And right now, just now - he saw a new idea, a new vision.

A path that neither he nor Grindelwald had ever imagined.

Change starts with young people and education!

Soon, he returned to the office and began to quietly think about the possibility of this matter.

In the end, I had to pace back and forth in the spacious office.

Because this possibility is completely feasible.

Different from Grindelwald's war method, the change in education is promoting an unstoppable torrent, a step forward of the times, and a tsunami that cannot be changed no matter how powerful an individual is.

It is subtle, not as abrupt or violent as war or sudden institutional opening.

But once it takes shape, it can't stop!

Thinking about it, he even couldn't help but want to write a letter to Grindelwald. None of them had imagined this path in the past, because at that time they were arrogant, believed in their own power, and believed in the wand in their hands.

Lack of correct understanding and due respect for the times and the world!

Otherwise maybe

"Brother!" A voice interrupted his thoughts.

Dumbledore turned his head and saw a picture frame on the table. It belonged to Ariana. She was the only one other than the principals who could ignore the ban on magic paintings in the principal's office.

"Ariana!" Dumbledore walked over. He was in a good mood now, with a smile on his face: "How are you doing lately?"