Chapter 91 The principal is outside
I don’t know if it’s because he hasn’t interacted with anyone for too long, but the Sorting Hat’s verbosity far exceeded Wright’s expectations. After he finished a large plate of cookies and a large glass of milk, the Sorting Hat still didn't give him any chance to interrupt.
Wright simply put the plate aside, then sat directly on the ground, holding his chin and watching the Sorting Hat's performance.
"If you ask me, Godric Barabara..."
"That guy Salazar..."
"Helga is pretty good..."
"Roena looks too gloomy..."
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"Also, Dai Lisi has a good heart..." A figure in the painting of a female principal on the wall cast a slightly approving look.
"Euphracia is too indulgent of Peeves..." The other female principal gave an angry look.
"Phineas, this little bad guy..." An elderly man with a beard glared at this person.
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"Okay, hat," Dumbledore finally finished handling his own affairs, turned around and said, "Mr. Pass and I still have something to talk about. You can wait until next time to talk."
"I know, I know," the Sorting Hat said with a little contentment, "Who told you to be Dumbledore? But I have said enough today, so let's talk next time!"
Wright heaved a sigh of relief, stood up and walked towards Dumbledore.
"By the way, Wright! Help me teach that greasy brat named Snape a lesson next time! He's so annoying! He even used a tongue lock on me last time!" the Sorting Hat said loudly behind Wright.
Snape? Greasy brat? You are probably the only one in the whole school who dares to shout like that. Wright mentally gave the Sorting Hat a thumbs up.
Wright sat back on the chair in front of Dumbledore's desk. After the Sorting Hat fell silent, the principal's paintings on the wall fell asleep again, and only firewood was left in the fireplace in the entire principal's office. burning sound.
"Well, Wright," Dumbledore broke the silence, "can I call you that?"
"Of course, it's up to you." Wright nodded.
"I saw you in the forbidden book section last night, reading the book "The Nature of Magic." Dumbledore stretched out his wand and tapped it in the air. A large black and red book appeared on the desk. It was exactly The one Wright read last night.
"You are worried about the nature of your own magic, right?" Dumbledore gently brushed his hand over the cover of "The Nature of Magic" and looked at Wright with a smile.
"Well, that's it." Wright said, although it really wasn't that, but it could only be that way now.
Wright held up a ball of shadow energy in his hand, "Because of my magical properties, I found that many magical creatures are attracted to me, so I wanted to learn more about this aspect."
"Don't worry about this problem. Although magic is born in our bodies, we are always the ones who control it." Dumbledore waved his wand, and the book "The Nature of Magic" disappeared instantly. "Wright, you too Don’t worry about this.”
"But what I want to know more is, Wright, whether you know something about your life experience, and whether you know the source of your magic power." Dumbledore looked directly into Wright's eyes and said.
For a truly skilled Legilimency caster, the use of Legilimency is never noticed by the caster. But just when Dumbledore's magic was about to contact Wright's brain, it was suddenly blocked by a force he had never seen before. He could only vaguely see a little bit of remaining light blue light.
"I don't know about this," Wright pursed his lips and said, "I have been in Juan Children's Welfare Home since I can remember. At that time, Mrs. Susanna said that I was three years old when I woke up."
"Lady Susanna? Is she your Muggle guardian?" Dumbledore calmly stabilized his body. The strength of the force just now was a bit beyond his expectation.
"Yes, but I think she might not like the term Muggle." Wright did not notice Dumbledore's little move. In fact, he just hoped that this conversation would pass quickly, and then he could leave this uncomfortable situation as soon as possible. "I think she prefers to be called an ordinary person."
"I'm sorry, I didn't know you had such deep feelings for her," Dumbledore said.
"It doesn't matter. After all, this is the usual name in the wizarding world. Everyone is used to it." Wright shook his head.
"Then Lady Susanna has never spoken to you about your parents?" Dumbledore asked.
"No." Wright frowned. He didn't want to talk to others about things related to his parents in this life.
"Okay." Dumbledore noticed Wright's expression. He knew that his question had offended the child to a certain extent. It seemed that the child did not want to talk about his parents, or what was happening in his life. In his heart, Mrs. Susanna was actually his mother.
"Then let's change the question." Dumbledore leaned forward a little, interlacing his fingers on the table. This was a very oppressive posture. "Although the magic is controlled and used by ourselves. , but the nature of the magic power will still have a certain impact on the casting of some spells, and this is completely different from person to person. "
"Like Godric Gryffindor, although there is no relevant information to prove it, he never successfully cast the Patronus Curse once in his life." Dumbledore said.
"I think if you want to quickly know what aspects the nature of your magic power will affect, which spells will be affected, and to what extent it will be affected, the best way is to experience it personally in battle," Deng Bullido said slowly, "Although I am indeed a bit old, I think at least I still have the energy to educate children."
"If you don't mind, we can go to the Quidditch pitch in front of the castle now to experience the wonderful nature of your magic."
"I, you," Wright said a little incoherently, Dumbledore, you just want to teach me a lesson, right?
"It seems that you are not opposed to this matter." Dumbledore walked behind Wright and gently placed his palm on Wright's shoulder.
When Wright came to his senses again, the two of them were already standing on the Quidditch pitch.
I don't know if it was because he suddenly came from the warm principal's office to the cold outdoors, but Dumbledore suddenly shivered when he saw the child opposite.
