Aphasia at Hogwarts

Guan Qiong looked around, this was his first visit to Dumbledore's office.

It was a spacious circular room, and there were many things in it, strangely shaped, smoking silverware, portraits of old headmasters, and a tattered and crumpled wizard hat.

Compared with the principal's office, this place is more like the storage room that has not been opened in some families for many years, the difference is only a thin layer of dust.

But these things are not the only ones here, on a tall gilded perch behind the door, there is an old bird standing, its body has lost all its feathers, its eyes are half-closed, its eyes are half-closed , It feels like it will close in the next second.

Guan Qiong knew this bird, the phoenix of the west, and Dumbledore's pet, Fawkes.

He stretched out his hand, Fox was not afraid of him, and seemed to have the intention of being close, stretching out his head to rub against his palm.

"Fox likes you a lot."

Dumbledore shot suddenly, holding a small jar in his hand.

"It took some time to find this thing. This is the tea from the East that you gave to Professor Sprout. She likes it very much, but she is not used to drinking it, so she gave me some."

Dumbledore took the pot and walked to the long table, the surrounding utensils moved by themselves, the teacup and tea stove were in place, and hot water flew out from another place.

"The taste is really good, but I'm not used to drinking it. Sure enough, Western black tea is more suitable for me." Dumbledore said with a smile.

At this moment, the two cups of tea were brewed, one cup flew to Guan Qiong, and the other cup was steaming hotly in Dumbledore's hand.

He took a small sip, his brows were wrinkled, and his face was twisted.

"Well, I'm still not used to it. I tried adding sugar, but the taste is very strange." Dumbledore said regretfully as he put down his teacup.

Guan Qiong blew the tea foam, smelled the faint aroma, and took a sip of tea.

It was very bitter, probably because too much tea was put in, and Guan Qiong's face was distorted, but after he swallowed it, a sweet fragrance rose from his throat, making him feel warm all over.

"It can be seen that it is a very good thing, but it's a pity that I can't enjoy it." Dumbledore said with a smile, his voice was a little lonely.

"It's just that the eating habits are different. I'm also not used to eating those bacon and sausages." The light spots appeared, showing Guan Qiong's words.

"Is that so? Maybe you can consider letting the kitchen try oriental recipes. Some oriental dishes are still very good, and you can let the students try them." Dumbledore said with a smile while looking at the light.

He is very satisfied with this student. His innovations in magic alone have surpassed most wizards, not to mention that he is also very diligent and loves to learn.

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Dumbledore looked at Guan Qiong in front of him, but he recalled the past in his mind. A long time ago, he also met a student who had the same outstanding talent as Guan Qiong. He was full of hope for that child, thinking that he could succeed him s position.

But in the end, he was wrong. The child had a powerful talent, but he didn't have the heart to match it. He only had malice in his heart, and he didn't understand or care about the beauty of the world at all.

In the end, he also lost on this point, on the magic of 'love'.

Dumbledore looked at Guan Qiong, with a thoughtful look in his blue eyes.

When he first met Guan Qiong, he was overwhelmed by the light in the child's eyes, which was full of love for the world. Even though he was born with a disability, he was embracing the world in the best way he could. .

So he tried his best to let Guan Qiong enter the school, because the child's eyes were too similar to him when he was young.

The desire to explore the world and the yearning for freedom are exactly the same as when he was young.

However, after this year of study, especially after knowing the mystery and power of magic, whether Guan Qiong can still maintain that kind of heart, that kind of love for the world, he is not sure.

However, judging from the situation in front of the Mirror of Erised just now, it seems that Guan Qiong has not changed much, but has become more mature.

Dumbledore looked at Guan Qiong, Fox had already jumped onto the table in front of Guan Qiong, rubbed his hand lightly, and let him caress himself.

There was a flash of light in his eyes, and he said slowly, "I have a question that I want you to answer, kid."

Guan Qiong put down the teacup in her hand, looked at Dumbledore with a serious face.

Dumbledore thought for a moment, then spoke.

"What is magic to you?"

He once asked Tom, later Voldemort, this question, and he still engraved Tom's answer at that time.

"It's power, Professor Dumbledore."

Tom told him, with a fire in his eye.

At that time he didn't understand what Tom was hiding in his answer, and he didn't understand Tom's thoughts until after everything happened.

Magic is power, and power is a prop to rule the world and enslave the world.

Guan Qiong fell into deep thought when he heard this question.

What is magic to him?

A lighting spell instead of talking? See the magical perspective of the wondrous patterns? A special softening spell? A powerful flame spell?

No, these are too small, the magic should be something a little bigger.

He recalled his life over the past year, fighting trolls, becoming friends with Hermione, reading books, learning new spells, punishing Malfoy, domesticating Norma, protecting unicorns, and breaking through the Sorcerer's Stone.

Are these things he could experience before? Is it the life he could have in his previous life when he studied and lived for 16 years and worked as a part-timer for 8 years?

Compared with the life in which the head can be seen day after day, the splendor of this year seems to be worth the 30 years of the previous life.

So, what is magic to him?

Guan Qiong raised his head and looked at Dumbledore.

He stretched out one, and wrote word by word in the air, and the light spots appeared out of thin air, turning into answers.

"It's the new world, Professor."

Guan Qiong's eyes were as dark as the night sky, with the exploration and longing for the new world, just like when Dumbledore first saw him.

Dumbledore looked at Guan Qiong's answer, with a flower-like smile on his face. He laughed so loud that the whole room trembled.

"What a good answer." Dumbledore smiled, feeling relaxed.

Such a child, he will not go astray.

"My child, I'm all right," said Dumbledore to Guan Qiong, his half-moon eyes smiling.

"You can go back. Of course, don't tell about the room on the fourth floor. It was a small test. I'm glad you passed, but please don't help other students cheat."

Guan Qiong nodded, teased Fox, got up and left.

Behind him, Dumbledore patted Fox's head and asked softly.

"He's a good boy, isn't he?"

Fox nodded and tweeted loudly.