The current master of the office arrived, and the portraits of past headmasters also quickened their actions. Each of them gave Phineas a hard hit before returning to their frames to pretend to be dead.
As for Phineas, he must have felt ashamed, because he disappeared from the frame, probably running to the Black ancestral home to hide.
“Please sit down, Mr. Lawrence.”
Dumbledore motioned for Wayne to sit opposite him. “Would you like something to drink? Red tea, green tea, or hot cocoa?”
Wayne didn't stand on ceremony, “Red tea will do.”
Dumbledore nodded in agreement, happily saying, “I also love red tea. Just happened that Bathilda sent me some Ceylon red tea. It's a pity that Minerva and Filius prefer lemon tea, and I haven't shared it with anyone.”
Dumbledore tapped the table lightly with his wand, and a beautifully shaped teapot and teacups appeared on the table.
The teapot gently floated up and automatically poured tea for both of them.
“What about dessert? I recommend you try the Cockroach Cluster,” Dumbledore said. A silver serving dish appeared, and Wayne's face twitched.
The dish was filled with Cockroach Clusters, just like chocolate frogs, and these things were moving.
Dumbledore picked one up, put it in his mouth, and enjoyed it, closing his eyes.
It even burst in his mouth.
Wayne's face changed, “Headmaster, do you have any sandwiches and macarons?”
“Of course.”
Although he was disappointed that Wayne didn’t want to eat the Cockroach Clusters, Dumbledore still waved his wand and conjured up a few sandwiches and colorful macarons.
“I think the appearance of dessert doesn't matter, what matters is its sugar content.” Dumbledore winked. “Are you sure you don’t want some?”
Wayne didn't answer, “Actually, according to scientists in the Muggle world, good-looking food also increases people's appetite.”
“Headmaster, would you rather eat chocolate-shaped dung, or dung-shaped chocolate?”
Dumbledore was stunned. “Can I not eat either?”
He had to admit, both of the things Wayne said were disgusting.
“Of course.” Now it was Wayne's turn to smile.
“You are the BOSS.”
Dumbledore also laughed. The feeling of this student joking with him was new.
He could sense that Wayne was really relaxed, just treating him as an ordinary old man.
Picking up the Ceylon red tea, Wayne took a sip. His mouth was filled with floral aroma.
Compared to traditional Eastern red tea, Ceylon red tea has a darker color, a strong floral aroma, but lacks the mellow aftertaste and the unique fragrance of tea leaves.
It's a matter of preference, it's a matter of personal taste.
As Dumbledore said this morning, most of their conversation revolved around the Phoenix.
Besides asking Wayne how he met the Phoenix at the beginning, the rest was Dumbledore teaching some breeding experience.
Wayne listened attentively.
Through the system's so-called localization, the Phoenix also possessed some of the abilities of the Phoenix in this world.
For example, Apparition, tears can heal wounds.
There are also many similarities in taste and habits.
Wayne took the opportunity to make his request, to keep the Phoenix in the Forbidden Forest.
Dumbledore readily agreed, “You're not like this old geezer, who has nothing to do but tease his pets all day, letting it roam free is a good choice.”
He's got nothing to do.
Wayne mentally complained.
You old bee, you probably spend most of your time on the Mirror of Erised and Harry, right?
After talking about the Phoenix, old Deng started talking about wool socks.
“When it comes to protecting your feet, I don't think there's anything more intimate than wool socks.”
“I used to disdain it, but now I can't get enough of it.”
Dumbledore winked, like an old prankster.
“I think no old man can refuse a pair of wool socks as a gift for Christmas.”
“But sadly, it seems everyone thinks I prefer books.”
Hey, Ministry of Magic?
Someone is soliciting bribes from young wizards, aren't you going to do anything?
Wayne laughed along, assuring Old Deng that he would make him happy at Christmas.
But he knew that what Old Deng liked wasn’t the wool socks, but the meaning behind it.
In Britain, wool socks represent family affection.
Dumbledore is indeed the greatest white wizard of this century, but even with his powerful magic, he cannot undo the mistakes he made in his youth.
This kind of pain, and the one imprisoned in Nurmengard, has been tormenting him.
It was already past five o’clock, and Wayne was about to get up to leave and go back to the Great Hall to eat some food that could really fill his stomach.
“Wait a moment, Mr. Lawrence.”
Dumbledore took out a sheet of parchment, scribbled on it, and handed it to Wayne.
Wayne took it and saw that it was a pass for the Restricted Section.
Generally, there will be specific books listed on passes for the Restricted Section.
But the one Old Deng gave him was time-limited, with no restrictions on what books could be borrowed, valid until before Christmas.
“You are still young, you need to ensure enough sleep, and nighttime wandering should be moderate.”
Dumbledore smiled, “This is a reward I gave you because you showed mercy to the three-headed dog.”
“Thank you, Headmaster.” Wayne didn't have any embarrassment about being caught breaking the rules. “I also think it's not good to go at night, the Restricted Section has no lights, my eyes are getting nearsighted.”
Dumbledore's smile froze.
This little wizard, always does things out of the ordinary.
When others are caught, they are usually flustered, how come it’s as if Wayne is not the one who made the mistake.
...
After Wayne left, the Headmaster's office returned to its tranquility.
But this tranquility only lasted for a short time, and the portraits of past headmasters became active again.
Big-nosed Phineas was laughing happily, “This little guy is so interesting, not a Hufflepuff at all.”
“He should have been sorted into Gryffindor!”
Headmistress Dilys retorted, “Why not Ravenclaw, this little guy must have known that his actions couldn't hide from the Headmaster.”
“Such sharp insight, besides the Eagle Ravenclaw, who else?”
“How dare you!” Headmaster Rosmerta, who was from Hufflepuff, angrily threw an apple into Phineas's frame. “Our Hufflepuffs can also cultivate outstanding talents!”
Dumbledore did not participate in the argument between the several headmasters.
He looked at the untouched velvet cloth and smiled wryly.
“I didn’t expect… I’m not even as good as a child…”
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