Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

On the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle, there is a quaint and solemn room filled with various magic books.

An old man wearing a double-breasted magic robe with purple dotted with golden stars, a gray sharp-horned wizard hat, white beard and white hair, with his hands folded on a fifteen-inch wand that resembled his finger bones, his expression was solemn, as if he was recalling something.

On the left side of the desk where he worked, there is a wooden rack made of sycamore wood. Above the wooden rack, [Doudou Novels    ] is wrapped with a bird with luxurious posture and bright red feathers.

The bird is similar in size to a swan, with a golden tail feather, its golden beak and claws, and it is bored to live on the shelf.

The eyes seem to be closed, and when you hear the movement, you will open your alert eyes and look around. If you have nothing to do, you will continue to rest. Once there is a matter that interests it, it will immediately turn into a ball of golden flame and appear above the matter out of thin air, and study it curiously.

This is the magical Phoenix, Fox, who has accompanied the Dumbledore family for countless years!

As for the old man, he is naturally the new master of Phoenix, the greatest white wizard of the contemporary era, the current principal of Hogwarts, and Professor Albus Dumbledore!

"Huh~"

After breathing a deep breath, Dumbledore stood up tiredly. Recently, the magic world was not optimistic, and the behavior of those who claimed to be Death Eaters became increasingly unscrupulous.

He had always had a premonition that the mysterious leader who claimed to be Voldemort was someone he knew, but he had never really met him, and he could not be 100% sure who it was!

For this reason, he also went to a rather mysterious place to find an old acquaintance to learn about the situation.

As a result, one of them was ruled out, which was the best news I heard so far, but at the same time, I accidentally had a fight with my old friend, which made him a little physically and mentally exhausted!

But what can we do if we are tired?

He is the most powerful white wizard in the present day. The greater his ability? The greater the responsibility? He enjoys glory, so he naturally has to take responsibility? This is the enlightenment he has long had? There is nothing to complain about!

But occasionally he would allow himself to leave and relax? After all, he is old and experienced. He is quite good at how to relax himself?

‘Ding Ding~’

"Dumbledore, Professor Minerva is hurried to the principal's office, with a serious expression. I wonder if something happened again!"

Words sounded out of thin air?                                                           

"Well...what happened again in the school?"

Dumbledore stood up, walked to the window, and pulled open the thick curtains? Through the gray weather, he stared at the snow-covered courtyard.

"...Nothing special? Professor Minerva was called out by a handsome guy named Urquette today? It seemed that he had gone to Hogsmeade, and I don't know if he was on a date.

In our time? Hogsmeade was just a place where the families of faculty and staff live? Just a few crooked houses? I really don’t know what it means, do you know..."

Dumbledore's brow frowned slightly, and he came to the desk desk and gently buckled the chattering photo frame. In just an instant, cheers sounded in the office.

"Hey, Dumbledore, you should have sealed that guy's mouth. You don't know that when you're away, this guy's mouth never stopped!"

"Yes, yes, it's this guy who forced me to run into the frame of my magical injury hospital to hide from the quietness. It's so annoying!"

Hearing this, Dumbledore didn't care and sincerely apologized to the portraits of the two former principals.

"I'm really sorry, Principal Dipet and Principal Devante, but Principal Fordsk is also a member of Hogwarts. I have no right to remove Principal Fordsk's portrait from the principal's office. Please bear with me!"

After saying that, he ignored the portraits of chattering or pretending to be asleep, and came to the door of the principal's office, opened the door, and came to welcome the upcoming Professor Minerva.

"Crocockroaches!"

Downstairs, Professor McGonagall shouted out the command from the principal's office in her somewhat hoarse voice.

To be honest, Professor Dumbledore did not work hard to set up difficult passwords for the principal's office like some previous principals.

Because of the Phoenix, he can ignore Hogwarts' magic power field and use the Phoenix to move and return to the principal's office anytime and anywhere!

The safest guard in the principal's office is himself. With him, any password is basically the form!

Therefore, the password he set has always been very casual, mostly using his favorite snacks as passwords. Those who know him don’t need to ask at all. They can crack it in just a few times, and it’s not difficult at all.

This situation also made him complain about the magic stone statue protecting the safety of the principal's room every time he changed his password on a whim.

Because the philosopher's stone statue is to guard the safety of the principal's office, Dumbledore's behavior is obviously to drag the stone statue back!

If the password is so simple and you can guess it by guessing it, what's the point of having a stone statue? It's not as good as a mechanical lock in the Muggle world!

The stone statue has complained many times, but Professor Dumbledore knew his mistake and never changed his mistakes, and always did his own way.

Until Professor Dumbledore's death, Professor McGonagall continued to use this habit after becoming the principal, but the command at that time was no longer desserts and snacks, but became Quidditch's team...

"Professor Dumbledore!"

"Oh~Welcome, Minerva, your voice sounds a little bit wrong!"

Hearing the care of his teacher and close friend, Professor McGonagall smiled with peace of mind.

"Haha, when I came back from Hogsmeade, I just suffered a little cold. I had already seen Mrs. Pomfrey, nothing serious!"

Hearing Professor McGonagall's words, Dumbledore nodded slightly, turned around and came to the table, and gently tapped the silver goblet on the table with his magic wand. In just a moment, the table was filled with all kinds of refreshments.

Not only are Dumbledore's favorite small and medium-sized desserts, but also Professor McGonagall's favorite fish skin crisps.

"It's tea time, drink some hot tea and warm your body!"

As he said that, Dumbledore picked up the teapot and got a fragrant Ceylon spring tea into the silver tea cup, picked up a cup and handed it to Professor McGonagall.

"Oh, thank you!"

Seeing the black tea, Professor McGonagall remembered what happened not long ago again, frowned slightly, and no longer had the mood to drink tea.

"Professor Dumbledore, there is something I think I have to report to you, it is about a man named Ancient One, an Asian man!

To be honest, this person doesn’t feel very good to me, even though he gave me a gift that I really like!”

"oh?"

Seeing Professor McGonagall's somewhat entangled expression, Professor Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, swallowed the cockroaches in his hand in one bite, and put down the teacup in his other hand, pretending to be curious and joking:

"... Although this may be offensive, I am still quite curious... I don't know... what did that man named Gu Yi give you..."

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