The Magic Throne at Hogwarts

Flitwick then said solemnly.

"Are you really willing to donate your family's books? Even if your family's library is not as rich as Hogwarts's, it is not far behind in terms of high-quality and rare classics."

Xiao Er has a general plan for the future throne, so he doesn't care about passing on the family's collection of books. Why don't people use a lot of tools?

Of course, you must be selfless now.

"Knowledge is good knowledge only if it can be used. It is just a pile of waste paper lying in a dark library."

Flitwick couldn't help admiring it.

"You are a big-hearted kid."

Flitwick still had doubts in his heart.

There is no one who is truly selfless, but no one is perfect, and being able to contribute is better than being selfish.

So he didn't mean to get to the bottom of it.

While the two were chatting, the etiquette team was teaching in an orderly manner.

In fact, the usual habits of the little eagles are already very good, but they are not so strict.

And facing the teachings of the little snakes, he was not as excited as when he faced Xiao Er just now.

In the end, the reason is that there are too many halos and mysteries on Xiao Er, which arouses the strong desire of the little eagles to explore.

Therefore, when the little eagles accept the little snake's pointing etiquette, they always ask some private things about Xiao Er.

Such as: Is your chief really whipping a girl's back every day?

Is your chief a rejuvenated old monster, otherwise there is no reason to be so strong, and there is no magic at all.

Does your chief have a girlfriend, what are your hobbies...

The little snakes naturally began to refute the rumors, and made Xiao Er unparalleled in the world.

Of course, there are also people who don't care about Xiao Er, such as the big sisters gathered around Theodore.

While pretending to agree with Theodore's guidance, they teased the expressionless ascetic young lady.

Theodore felt regretful now, he thought there was a bloody battle to be fought, but it turned out!

He swore he would never come again.

For Draco!

After Alice arranged the teaching matters, Ben was going to come back and ask Shaw about the two things that were suddenly announced before, and the terms of the points had to be formulated urgently.

But he saw Hermione following Shaw all the time, and the other party stood quietly without saying a word.

Alice suddenly felt great hostility.

Hermione was one step ahead, she took the initiative to come over, and quickly showed the poker cards in her hand.

"Senior Alice, hello, my name is Hermione, and I am the only student in Ravenclaw who holds poker. Please take care of me in the future."

Alice's beautiful eyes narrowed, and thoughts flashed quickly.

She saw that Hermione held 10 clubs, even in the future throne organization, this would be considered a very high sequence.

It can only be explained that the chief thinks highly of this female Ravenclaw.

Alice immediately laughed like a flower, pulled Hermione aside, and placed "close earplugs and listen" around with her wand.

Only then did he solemnly say to Hermione.

"In the future, you will also call the chief as the chief, Beshore Shore, we are followers, this is very disrespectful,"

Hermione froze for a moment, then said seriously.

"I see."

Alice nodded in satisfaction, and continued.

"The chief probably hasn't told you yet. In fact, you have this sequence of poker cards... In the future, you need to pay more attention to the talents you have for the management of Ravenclaw."

After hearing this, Hermione stroked her chin and thought about it seriously.

"Sister, I think Ravenclaw is not suitable for selecting fighters, but more suitable for discovering research talents, so when selecting talents, can't we just focus on the ability to release spells?"

Although Alice was crazy, she was not self-willed, so she gave Hermione a high look at this moment.

"You're right. You really have to ask the chief for instructions regarding the talents of the students from the four colleges."

(It’s not Calvin this time? Aang (#?Д?), it’s Badger’s turn in the next chapter.)

Chapter 77 Scholars and the Blind

At eight o'clock in the morning, Shaw escaped from the Ravenclaw lounge with difficulty, and wiped the lipstick on his face in a panic.

It was just now that he couldn't resist the enthusiasm of the kittens, so he had no choice but to perform a close-up magic trick.

Now that they are all close, they are naturally surrounded by female sex wolves, and the ladies and sisters really have no resistance to the handsome young lady.

Some ideas in the West are still very avant-garde. In order to encourage wizards to have more children, the Ministry of Magic did not prohibit students from having puppy love in the education order, and a lot of them got married as soon as they graduated.

so. . .

Xiao Er glanced at Theodore, the troubled brother who was brought out by him, and the two said in a tacit understanding.

"I will never come to Ravenclaw again!"*2

......

Ten minutes later, after saying goodbye to Theodore, Shaw came to the door of the principal's office again.

No way, Fox stopped the letter on the way.

"Big red pouch."

After reading the entry password, Shaw walked up the spiral staircase, thinking about Dumbledore's purpose in finding him.

It seems that there is still too much movement, but there is no way, his [Conquering Hogwarts (Second Ring)] has been stuck at 57% for several days.

If Shaw wanted to improve his strength, he wanted to have a match with Quirrell/Voldemort before Christmas, so he had to gain the second level of Faith Points and Legendary Points.

Recalling the sharp gaze yesterday afternoon, why didn't the old bee look for him?

Xiao Er was thinking about what excuse to use this time to divert the old bee's attention.

This time is Quirrell, a crown, or Harry?

There are still many excuses, depending on which one to choose, such as the banban in Ron's hand, the Horcrux ring in Riddle's house in Great Hampton, and so on.

Well, he didn't want to talk about anything other than Quirrell.

When he came to the principal's office, Xiao Er knocked on the door three times, and the door came in response.

Shaw stepped out and looked around. Dumbledore was arranging many gift boxes in front of a huge cabinet.

"Principal, what are you?"

"Oh, it's Xiao Er, come on, do me a favor and look at the production dates on these gift boxes."

Shaw: ...? .

Although Shaw wondered whether the items in the wizarding world would have a production date, he stepped forward to help Dumbledore check whether there was a production date on the gift box.

After looking through several gift boxes, I found that many of them were indeed "high-end health products" in the Muggle world.

Um?Some are indeed old, and can even be said to be antiques, such as polar bird's nests that are more than 200 years old. When you unpack them, they are all moldy.

"Well, when I get old, there are more people who care about my body, but these old friends also forwarded gifts from others to me who don't know how many years ago. I can't say whether this is good or bad for me."

Dumbledore said with a little complaint while tidying up.

Xiao Er frowned, the old bee had something to say.

"It's really not good. Imposing some self-righteous will on others may cause more trouble to others."

Dumbledore put down a carved box in his hand, which contained some kind of ginseng as big as a carrot.

He turned his head and said kindly.

"It seems that you understand this truth, but why can't you do it yourself?"

Xiao Er smiled, and brought over the carved wooden box containing ginseng.

"If the headmaster sends me this, I'll take it."

He then kicked aside an expired gift box on the ground.

"If you give this to me, I'll throw it away."

Dumbledore's eyes flickered a few times, and he said with a smile.

"Hehe, but not many people have your judgment. It's hard for little wizards to distinguish good from bad with their small brains."

Shaw bent down and continued to help Dumbledore arrange these gift boxes, saying in his mouth.

"Doesn't this require the guidance of a wise man?"

"Oh, Shaw, do you think you are a wise man?"

"I don't know if I am a wise man, at least I am a brave man who dares to move forward."

Xiao Er didn't answer this question directly, and before the old bee asked back, he continued to ask an irrelevant question.

"Principal, do you know the contention of a hundred schools of thought in the East?"

Dumbledore didn't care about Shaw's diversion of the topic, anyway, with his wisdom, he could get it back.

"I know, ahem, recently, for some reasons, I have really studied some pharmacological cultures of the mysterious East, which is really interesting."

Shaw roughly understood Dumbledore's potential meaning and smiled knowingly.

"In this case, why don't I tell you a little oriental fable."

Dumbledore's blue eyes narrowed. He had always told stories to others, but every time he came to Shaw, he would be the first to turn against the general.

This is a child with a strong desire to perform.

"It seems that Xiao Er likes the East very much, so I will listen to it with all my ears. I hope it will be a thought-provoking story."

Xiao Er kept moving his hands, and said slowly in his mouth.