Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

Glenn's eyes swept around the library, and he suddenly froze on the spot.

This room...

Where to get out!

He was only focused on asking for clues to several other secret rooms, but he forgot to ask about the way to leave.

This is very embarrassing.

Behind the entire circle of bookshelves are solid walls with no exits.

There are only lines painted on the smooth floor, which look a bit mysterious and may be teleportation circles or something like that.

Glenn stepped back to the place where he landed when he first entered, which was also the center of the entire library.

After a while, nothing happened.

Glenn stood there awkwardly and scratched his head.

I probably need some code words or something...

With this in mind, he tentatively spoke to himself.

"Extraordinary intelligence is mankind's greatest wealth?"

The texture on the floor remained unresponsive.

Glenn frowned and raised his hands with the intention of giving it a try.

He raised one hand flat and began to slowly draw a circle with the other hand. This was Doctor Strange's movement to summon the portal.

The expected golden circle did not appear, and there was no movement at all on the floor.

This made Glenn a little irritated, so he simply stopped studying the conventional method of leaving. Anyway, with the magical skill of flashing this bug, it was not a problem to get in and out of the library.

He called up the map again and targeted an uninhabited corner not far from the principal's office.

"Hey~"

There was a flash of golden light in the library, and the figure disappeared.

A few minutes later, the figure appeared again in front of the gargoyle on the eighth floor.

The monster automatically came to life and showed a friendly expression as much as possible, although it still looked a bit ferocious.

After meeting him several times, Glenn had become familiar with him and smiled slightly as a greeting.

"Jelly slugs."

He said the password and climbed up the golden spiral staircase hidden behind the wall, not forgetting to thank the stone beast again.

"It's a pity that this good-tempered gargoyle stone beast can't increase the friendship level..."

Before reaching out to knock on the office door, Glenn couldn't help but think to himself.

This time was different. Before Glenn could knock the door, the heavy oak door opened automatically with a creak.

Dumbledore sat behind his desk and looked at him kindly.

After experiencing the shadow of the cockroach pile last time, Glenn deliberately did not close the door tightly to leave himself a quick escape route.

"Good morning, Glenn." The Headmaster winked and greeted softly, "It seems that you have found Ms. Ravenclaw's library, right?"

"Yeah." Glenn nodded and glanced at the candy plate on the table without leaving any trace.

Fortunately, this time it was ordinary pineapple preserves.

Dumbledore noticed his gaze and passed the silver tea tray over the desk with a smile, a smile in his tone.

"Thanks to Dai Lisi's suggestion, I corrected a bad habit."

He watched Glenn pick up a piece of preserves and pointed to one of the portraits of the old principal with satisfaction.

"Candies such as cockroach piles and jelly slugs are indeed not very conducive to the psychological growth of teenagers."

Glenn couldn't help but roll his eyes, took out the Grimoire from his arms, and threw it on the desk with a plop.

Dumbledore glanced at the cover of the ancient book and said, "So, you have already read this book?"

"I haven't seen it, don't you know?" Glenn pinched his eyebrows and said with a trace of resentment.

The principal smiled and put the book aside.

"It seems that you are not attracted by the charm of black magic."

"I suspect you did it on purpose..."

Glenn secretly complained in his heart, it's strange that he could be attracted to the kind of title page illustration that will leave a shadow in his heart just by looking at it!

"I am an upright and kind-hearted young man who resolutely draws a clear line between evil and evil forces." He suddenly said seriously.

These words were somewhat beyond Dumbledore's expectations. The old man was stunned for a moment before he laughed heartily.

"So, you have indeed passed my test."

"Is it really a test?" Glenn suddenly realized, intending to confirm his previous guess, "Can I ask you a few questions, Professor?"

Dumbledore nodded matter-of-factly and said, "Of course, just ask."

"If we guessed wrong, you should have been to Ms. Ravenclaw's private library a long time ago, right?" Glenn asked the first question without hesitation.

"That's right, that must have happened more than seventy years ago." Dumbledore really didn't intend to hide it and answered frankly.

Glenn nodded slightly.

No wonder the house elf Rooney said that he has been cleaning the library for 51 years and has never met anyone else.

In other words, neither Dumbledore nor his grandfather and Professor Flitwick's academic team entered there before he got the job.

He took another look at the ancient books on his desk and continued to ask: "Then this book... you should have read it too."

"Yes." Dumbledore looked at him with a smile, "I have known about the content of the ceremony for a long time."

The facts and Glenn's conjectures were confirmed one by one. The problem that had troubled him for a whole year was actually not a problem that the principal could not handle.

"In that case, it is actually not difficult for you to solve Patricia's crisis."

He looked directly into Dumbledore's blue eyes.

"The whole incident, from whether I have the courage to accept the task to finding clues to enter the library, is actually a test for me, right?"

The smile on Dumbledore's face grew wider and he looked at him with interest.

"You guessed it right, but in addition to courage, responsibility and observation, there is still a small part missing." He blinked again, "When you get this famous ancient book in history, can you

Can’t resist the temptation to monopolize it.”

Glenn glanced at his mouth and couldn't help but complain angrily: "If the illustrations in the first chapter hadn't caused me physical discomfort like a pile of cockroaches, maybe I really wouldn't be able to withstand its temptation."

Dumbledore couldn't help laughing.

"There is one more thing, which is a test of your wisdom."

Glenn was puzzled and asked: "Wisdom? Isn't the process of searching for a private library considered wisdom?"

"It counts, but not entirely." The expression on Dumbledore's face became cunning, "If you haven't guessed that I have read this book before, that process can be regarded as a test of wisdom."

Three black lines slid down from Glenn's forehead, and he finally understood the old fox's intention.

Just like the process of him cultivating the savior star, in fact, every year's level has left clues pointing to him, the chess player behind the scenes.

If Harry Potter could see this from the beginning, maybe Dumbledore's arrangement and the direction of the entire story would be different...