The Infinite Journey of the Sage

Chapter 031 Mag’s Complaint

"Albus, you have to take care of the professor you brought back!" McGonagall sat opposite Albus Dumbledore and said slightly angrily; "It's only been a few days? The school hasn't started yet. Keilal has already brought back a female student when he comes back! What is he doing! Does our school's reputation need to be ruined? What does he think of the school!"

Professor McGonagall chattered a lot, which did not make Albus Dumbledore have any fluctuation at all. He even wanted to laugh a little. He put a cup of tea in front of Professor McGonagall. A means of expressing intimacy with someone.

"I've heard of Hermione." After Albus poured her a cup of tea, he also poured a cup himself, holding it and drinking it gently; "She's a very nice little girl, and Flitwick is also very nice. like her."

Filius Flitwick, a dwarf, Professor of Charms, and Dean of Ravenclaw. In fact, Hermione is Flitwick's favorite disciple in the original book, even though Flitwick is a Ravenclaw. Dean, but Hermione also has the courage of Gryffindor and the intelligence of Ravenclaw, so he does his best to cultivate Hermione, and Hermione can often hear things from his mouth that the students don't know. A teacher’s inside scoop.

"That's not the problem!" Professor McGonagall, who took a sip of tea angrily, exploded again.

"One of them is a teacher and the other is a student. They are so close!" Mag said loudly.

"And Professor Kelar is too young. If he is so close to a student, our Hogwarts' reputation will be irreparably damaged!" McGonagall said with anger again. She had never seen such a A shameless and unreserved teacher.

"No, I believe Professor Kellard will not be so unsure of himself." Dumbledore's eyes flashed with a strange light. As for Keilal being younger, he may be several times your age. .

"Besides, the school does not prohibit teachers from falling in love with students." Dumbledore took a sip of tea, winked at McGonagall, and quickly added before McGonagall exploded: "As long as it is not through falling in love. Playing with women, right, like Severus, I really don't mind him having an earth-shattering love affair with a female student."

Professor McGonagall sighed. As Dumbledore's assistant, follower, and confidant, how could she not know about the tragedy that happened to Professor Severus Snape?

Human feelings are the most difficult things to explain. Dumbledore is right, but how long will it take for Dumbledore to understand her feelings?

She looked at Dumbledore resentfully, and Dumbledore immediately retreated under her gaze and ran away.

If you can't do it, then don't make unnecessary promises. Although Albus Dumbledore is such a gentleman, he still has no ability to resist in front of a lady who has been waiting for him for most of his life.

Seeing this, McGonagall couldn't help but sigh quietly, but deep down in her heart, she couldn't help but feel envious of Hermione.

If Dumbledore had Kelal's ability and courage back then, the two of them wouldn't be where they are now, right?

She looked out the window and saw bright eyes outside the window, and a young man waving something in the back courtyard of Hogwarts.

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Hermione still left, thinking that she had been out for more than ten days without explaining it to her family. This kind of thing was still a bit too much for a 12-year-old girl, so she went home and planned to rest for a few days and then go back. Take a train and come to Hogwarts with your friends.

Keilal was immediately at leisure.

But even if he has some free time, he still has a lot of things to do.

For example, now...

He was holding a Western sword about one and a half meters long in his hand. His upper body was naked, and the muscles were attached to his frame like carved stones, pulsating as he danced.

Yes, he is practicing martial arts and sword dancing now.

It had been thousands of years since he had been active. Keilar felt like his body was getting rusty. After finally taking a rest and settling down, he naturally thought of practicing his sword skills.

His swordsmanship comes from the swordsmanship of ancient Camelot, which is in the same line as King Arthur. It is a battlefield swordsmanship with great openness and great harmony.

But there is no need for his practice to be so open and close, so as to frighten others. It is just a quick and easy swing, just like dancing a sword.

The dancing one wields the sword.

It was as if he was dancing and waving a long sword.

The cross sword that ordinary people usually need to hold with both hands is held in one hand in his hand, as light as a one-handed rapier.

The British winter is never easy to endure, especially when the temperature is below zero. Even the cold-resistant British need to wear thick cowhide boots, a cashmere sweater inside, a cashmere coat outside, and a thick scarf wrapped around the neck. Through the cold winter.

But in this weather, Kelal was only wearing a pair of trousers and his upper body was naked. Steam was rising all over his body, as if he had just come out of the water.

He has been dancing here for an hour, focused and invigorated. The more he dances, the more endorphins he secretes, keeping him in a state of excitement.

Winter swimming in Northeast China uses this principle to enhance the body's resistance, and the same is true for Kailar now. Although he is not like a fool who rubs snow on his body, dancing with the sword now does the same for the body. Very good.

The unicorn silver spirit was surrounding Kelal, as if remembering the prosperous years before them.

By the time Kelal finished his work, it was already dusk.

Throwing the sword casually, the silver spirit jumped up like a puppy, bit the hilt of the sword, and followed Kailar's butt. Although it was shrunk in size now, it was still powerful. But it is not reduced by half, it is even more dangerous than before when he was bigger.

This is why wizards are strictly prohibited from using transfiguration on living creatures.

Many transfigurations are very dangerous.

Keilar picked up a towel from the stone chair next to him, wiped the sweat off his body, and then put on a shirt and sweater, so that he would not continue to be cold.

Shaking the sweat from his hair, Keilal stretched and decided to take a hot bath to face the next major task.

School starts.

PS: By the way, a friend will invite me to dinner later. He is also an old reader of Wife King and works in Japan. Do you think I should go there later... Hehehehe...

PS1: No matter what, let’s write a thousand words to wake up.