Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

Next to the ruins of Hogwarts in the Scottish Highlands, Wang Xuebin walked alone here, leaned over and picked up a portrait, wiped it gently with his sleeve, and a smile on his lips.

"...Hogwarts, Hogwarts, please teach us knowledge, whether we are old men with baldness or children with knee injury..."

The songs with incomplete tone echoed over this campus that has become ruins. The songs are not good, but they have a unique charm.

"...Our minds can accept, something interesting, because now our minds are empty, full of air, dead flies and trivial things,..."

A more melodious voice sounded, leading Wang Xuebin's untuned singing to the right path.

He raised his eyebrows lightly, turned his head to see Professor McGonagall wearing a black robe, a black wizard hat, and a very simple body. He folded his hands on his lower abdomen and walked slowly towards where he was.

"...Teaten us some valuable knowledge and return what we have forgotten. You just need to do your best and give the rest to ourselves. We will study hard until it turns into dust..."

A melodious ending sound, the song was sang to the end, and the two looked at each other and showed a smile that was silent.

"Professor Minerva, why are you here?"

Wang Xuebin flipped his wrist and put the portrait into space. He looked at Professor McGonagall, raised his eyebrows and asked.

"...You were not seen at the celebration dinner. I think you must have been back here, so I'll come back to see..."

Hearing Professor McGonagall's words, Wang Xuebin couldn't help but shake his head and smile, stretched, turned around, looked at the ruins in front of him, and asked softly:

“… Didn’t Professor Dumbledore tell you about my retirement?”

"Of course I said...just..."

"What?"

Looking at Wang Xuebin's back, Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and walked forward slowly.

"...but, are you really leaving? Hogwarts cannot do without you, and the Dark Magic Defense Class cannot do without you..."

"Professor Minerva..."

Looking at Professor McGonagall's somewhat nervous expression, Wang Xuebin showed a gentle smile, patted her shoulder gently, and smiled and comforted:

“…There is no banquet that will last forever!

Moreover, Voldemort has perished, and the curse of the Dark Magic Defense Class has also disappeared. Remus will become an excellent professor. We always have to give young people some opportunities, right?"

"...But you are still the Hogwarts school manager...if you weren't there..."

Hearing Professor McGonagall's clumsy language, Wang Xuebin thought of something and dragged out a gem as big as a basketball from the space, shining with bright red light, and handed it to Professor McGonagall beside him.

“...As a school director, I will give you another treasure that can keep Hogwarts running, and it is just a gift to you.

With it, Hogwarts will never suffer financially, and you can also be confident and bold in promoting your ideas..."

"This...this is..."

Seeing this ruby, Professor McGonagall's mouth was almost unable to close, and his hands were trembling with his voice, trembling.

"Magic Stone, a gift from Master Nicolamee, I have re-refined it and now I will give it to you..."

Wang Xuebin said, stretched out his hand to Professor McGonagall's chin, helped her close her mouth, and said with a smile:

"...Promise me, you must make it good use of it, make it a helping Hogwarts, and make Hogwarts the greatest magic academy in the world, okay?"

"I..."

"I believe you can do it, and Professor Dumbledore also believes in doing what you think is right. I and Professor Dumbledore will always pay attention to you..."

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Professor McGonagall seemed to have a sense of courage out of thin air. He held the basketball-sized Sage Stone with both hands tightly, nodded and said solemnly:

“...I will work hard…”

There is no guarantee or oath, but Wang Xuebin knows that the weight in Professor McGonagall's words is definitely not light.

"By the way...Professor Gu Yi..."

"What?"

Wang Xuebin turned his head curiously and looked at Professor McGonagall holding the Sage Stone with one hand and took out a wrinkled piece of paper from his arms with the other hand, as if it was soaked in water.

"Professor Gu Yi, this is...I...Is the thing I picked up by chance...Is it...you left it?"

Professor McGonagall handed over the paper and looked at Wang Xuebin's expression carefully. He took the paper and looked down. He saw that the words were written in his familiar font:

"Justice only exists among those with equal strength, among those with great disparity in strength, the strong do what they can do, and the weak receive what they are comparable!"

Seeing this sentence, Wang Xuebin looked at Professor McGonagall's faint complex expression. He smiled slightly and shook the crisp piece of paper.

"...Haha, I think yes, this is my lesson plan during class. Remus and the others should know it, but only the first half of the sentence is written on this piece of paper..."

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Professor McGonagall seemed to have let go of some knot, and he felt relieved. He breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the smiling face in front of him, and asked curiously:

"...what...what is the second half?"

"The second half?"

Wang Xuebin shook his left hand gently, and the paper soaked in water started to burn with a "bang".

"...But if you think that the weak must bear the destruction of the strong and willing to endure it, you will never be able to get rid of the fate of the weak!

Always remember that strength and weakness have never been in me, success and failure may not be the result of heaven. We must maintain a heart that never admits defeat!”

"Don't give in...Professor Gu Yi..."

"Hmm?" Wang Xuebin turned his head.

“…I’ve known you as the greatest luck in my life!”

After looking at Professor McGonagall with a bright smile, Wang Xuebin also smiled happily, pulled out the fifteen-inch elderberry wand from his arms, aimed at the messy ruins in front of him, and shouted loudly:

"Recover as before!"

In an instant, Hogwarts Castle was like the time flowing against the current, with scrap stones rising from the ground and flying towards the location where it should have existed.

Flowers, plants, trees, tower auditoriums, broken lamp holders, torn portraits, under the command of the magic wand in Wang Xuebin's hand, all returned to where they should have returned.

In Professor McGonagall's shocked eyes, the ruins of Hogwarts, which were like garbage dumps, have changed back to her familiar appearance.

"...It is also the greatest luck in my life to know you!"

As he said that, Wang Xuebin turned his head and looked at the shocked Professor McGonagall beside him, with a naughty smile on his face:

"...Remember? This is the first spell you gave me..."

“Cleaning up…”

The hand holding the wand waved, and a little, a silver starlight burst out from the tip of the old wand, and quickly spread, covering the huge Hogwarts Castle into a fairy tale.

Everything looks like the first meeting...

“…submit task…return…”