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Tan Wenjie sat in his office, flipping through the newspaper and occasionally taking a sip of honey beer from the table, looking quite relaxed.

Although he is currently in the "recovery" phase, he can still take out all those magical artifacts, magical treasures, and subordinates. It is no exaggeration to say that with these things, he could plow the entire earth several times over.

The reason he was relaxed was because Dumbledore believed his current situation was not good.

Voldemort has been completely wiped out, but the Death Eaters are not all gone. Apart from a few pure-blood family members who are opportunistic, there is also a group of fanatics who will come to kill him without regard for the consequences when they learn that Tan Wenjie has returned.

Tan Wenjie's life or death is not important; the students must not be put in danger.

“Dumbledore is definitely overthinking it, what do you think, Fox?” Tan Wenjie turned to look at Phoenix.

The other animal simply preened its feathers slowly with its beak.

"This scene looks familiar."

He was ordered to stay in his office and not go out, while Dumbledore went out to do his work.

Suddenly, a huge cheer came from outside. Tan Wenjie got up and went to the window, where he saw a celestial horse pulling a carriage through the clouds.

The three-way battle is about to begin; it's not going to be interesting to see weaklings fighting each other.

Moreover, those so-called battles of warriors are nothing compared to Hermione, who participated in the war to save the world.

He sat back in his chair and dozed off. A short while later, the office door opened automatically.

"If I were you, I would find a cellar to hide in and wait until they all forget about you." The man had barely stepped through the door with his left foot when he eagerly spat out venom.

Tan Wenjie raised his eyelids, glanced at Snape, and then closed his eyes again.

As expected, Snape finished speaking without being asked.

"You made a move? Otherwise, why would Miss Granger have been successfully selected to participate in the Triwizard Tournament?"

"Couldn't she have taken action herself?"

"Ah."

Snape responded with a cold laugh.

“Jay, although you are quite capable, you are far from being able to match the professors at Hogwarts in terms of teaching ability.”

He didn't believe that Hermione, that bookworm, could surpass the age limit set by the professors with her magical abilities, so it could only be that Tan Wenjie had secretly taken action.

To doubt Tan Wenjie's character is, in effect, to trust him.

"Hmm, I admit her excellence has nothing to do with me." Tan Wenjie nodded readily.

Do you think she can win the final three-way battle, or at least save her life?

"Snape, do you have a confrontational personality?"

"..."

“Well then, Headmaster, I should prepare the arena for the three warriors.” Snape quickly cut off the conversation and turned to leave.

But just as he was leaving, he ran into Hermione, who was rushing by.

“Professor,” Hermione greeted him first.

"Miss Granger, I hope you can achieve final victory."

After Snape finished speaking, he strode away, leaving Hermione standing bewildered at the door.

After hearing "Come in," Hermione entered the office.

“What’s wrong with Professor Snape?” she asked.

"He was in a bad mood, probably because he couldn't buy the shampoo he wanted."

"But did he really wash his hair?"

"..."

After the office door closed, Hermione went to the desk and calmly picked up the snacks on it.

"Let's start the competition and snatch the golden egg from the fire dragon."

"Remember to get first place."

Tan Wenjie was not worried about Hermione's safety at all.

Let alone a mere fire dragon, even if Gellert Grindelwald, Voldemort, and all the "natives" of the prison formed an array to attack, they would absolutely not be able to pose the slightest threat to Hermione's life.

Hermione just rolled her eyes.

Even if Tan Wenjie didn't ask her to do so, she would still make taking first place her goal. This is not a form of self-pressure, but rather a reward for herself in itself.

The two casually finished discussing the three-way battle.

“I plan to join the Ministry of Magic,” Hermione said. “One of my future goals is to become Minister for Magic.”

"We have short-term goals, but what about the long-term ones?"

"The strongest white wizard in history? The unparalleled third-generation White Lord?"

For Hermione, who possesses a thousand-year-old magical heritage and the blessings of Wonder Woman and others, to set her sights on surpassing Dumbledore is comparable to a normal adult hoping to outrun a tree. This is not a competition of speed, but a fundamental and enormous difference.

In terms of power, not to mention Dumbledore, even Merlin could not compare to the wizard Shazam.

Hermione, having returned to a world filled with Dumbledore's various myths, clearly lacked a proper understanding of the White Lord.

Tan Wenjie said, "I hope you can make a name for yourself in the competition. I will take you to other worlds to study and learn more powerful magic."

"Surpass Dumbledore?"

"Far above him."

After Hermione left satisfied, Tan Wenjie sat back down in his chair.

On the bright side, Hermione possesses the necessary qualities to become a master: a humble and eager-to-learn heart.

"Knock, knock." There was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

As Tan Wenjie finished speaking, a girl who looked somewhat strange walked in.

She had silver eyes, dark brown hair, and slightly protruding eyes that gave her a perpetually surprised expression. She had pale skin, light eyebrows, and a pair of carrot-shaped earrings. Around her neck was a necklace made from a butter beer bottle cork.

“Mr. Principal, I’m always troubled…” She didn’t look at Tan Wenjie immediately after entering the room, but seemed to be looking elsewhere.

She paused, then realized what she meant and said, "You don't seem to be the headmaster..."

“I used to be one too,” Tan Wenjie said. “What should I call you, Miss?”

“Luna Lovegood,” she said suddenly in surprise, “you’re Jay the White Wizard, the shrewd fellow who’s got those pure-blood families wrapped around your little finger.”

Tan Wenjie: "..."

He felt it necessary to implement Wizard Education 2.0 and properly help Luna find the harassing flies.

“There are articles about you on the show ‘Singing the Dissent’,” she said.

"If I have the chance, I will try to read it."

"Professor, can you see the harassing horsefly?"

“Of course.” Tan Wenjie nodded.

When chatting with a girl who has unique characteristics, you have to follow her rhythm.

"Really?" A look of obvious surprise appeared on her face as she happily took small steps to Tan Wenjie's side.

Luna pointed to the wall: "Can you see here?"

There's nothing there.

"You can really see?"

It was clearly just her experiment.

"You should believe me, I am a professor, and I am currently sitting in the headmaster's office in place of Dumbledore."

"I'm sorry, Professor." After sincerely apologizing, Luna immediately squatted down again. "Look, there are harassing horseflies here."

She can shift her attention very quickly.

"And here!"

Luna crouched behind the desk, searching as if she were truly in a search mode.

The knocking sounded again at that moment. "Come in."

As Tan Wenjie finished speaking, an Asian girl walked into the principal's office.

Cho Chang, Ravenclaw's Seeker.

However, shortly after their brief conversation, Tam Man-kit passed away.

In just a few years, Zhang Qiu had grown taller and was clearly well-nourished, looking quite mature.

"You're back?" Zhang Qiu's eyes widened when she saw Tan Wenjie.

"That's right, I just finished a wonderful magical journey."

Tan Wenjie kept a straight face, his lips twitching slightly.

Because Luna's harassing fly's little hand had already touched her trouser leg.

He quickly glanced down and saw that Luna was huddled under the desk. As if sensing Tan Wenjie's gaze, Luna even put a finger to her lips, signaling him to be careful not to startle the harassing fly.

"That must be a wonderful story."

"Ms. Zhang, what brings you to my office...?"

"Quidditch matches, after the Triwizard Tournament... aren't really that important," Zhang Qiu asked. "Professor, do you usually have time? I'd like to ask you for tips on riding a broomstick."

Her eyes were full of anticipation; all her previous thoughts about seeking Dumbledore had been forgotten, and now she had something more important to ask.

In the versions of the story that Zhang Qiu heard, Tan Wenjie always occupied an important position, and even during the years he disappeared, his fame still surpassed that of Dumbledore.

“Of course.” Tan Wenjie nodded.

As a teacher, he no longer needed to use the conversational skills he had learned during his time living in Japan, such as "You don't want to..." or "When asking for a favor, you should show..." etc.

Tan Wenjie wasn't particularly skilled at riding a broomstick, but he could learn it casually and then study and improve it. Once his skill level reached another dimension, many techniques became insignificant, and he could easily apply them to other situations.

Moreover, the wizard's broom is a pretty good basic flying skill.

The two talked about Quidditch for a long time.

"Thank you very much, Professor."

Zhang Qiu got up to say goodbye, but was puzzled as to why Professor Jie was sitting motionless in his chair, looking as if his body was tense.

"Oh, right," Tan Wenjie said as Zhang Qiu turned to leave, "remember not to let anyone know I'm back."

"I know."

Zhang Qiu raised her hand to her mouth, indicating that she would definitely keep it a secret.

"This must be a joint effort between you and Dumbledore. I bet you're planning to lure those evil dark wizards into the Triwizard Tournament and then wipe them out in one fell swoop, right?"

"Ok?"

"I understand completely, please rest assured."

"Truly worthy of being called Ravenclaw."

Tan Wenjie remarked that the other party's ability to fill in the blanks was extraordinary.

After Zhang Qiu left, Tan Wenjie looked down at Luna, who had already nestled her little head next to his knees.

"Miss Lovegood?"

"Professor, have you seen the harassing horsefly?"

"It seems they've run away."

"Correct!"

Luna sighed regretfully, crawled out from under the desk, and took her leave.

"I should go back and rest."

Watching Luna walk away with light steps, Tan Wenjie found it hard to tell whether she had really hidden under the table to find a harassing fly or did it on purpose. No one could guess what the girl was thinking.

Zhang Qiu, who had just left the principal's office, suddenly remembered the main purpose of her visit and turned back, only to unexpectedly run into Lu Na.

That direction could only be the principal's office. Zhang Qiu felt puzzled. How did the crazy girl Lovegood suddenly appear, or was she in the principal's office all along?

But the office space was small, there was nowhere to hide... Could it be under the table? Professor Jay was sitting there the whole time, not moving at all, which is very strange when I think about it.

While Zhang Qiu was filled with doubt, Luna suddenly asked, "Have you seen any harassing horseflies?"

Zhang Qiu asked instinctively, "What?"

Luna looked at her, her slightly bulging eyes, "You're surrounded by harassing flies right now, lots of them."

"I...maybe."

Zhang Qiu shook his head, wondering how he had ended up chatting with the crazy girl; they shouldn't have much in common.

After lingering in the direction of the principal's office for a while, Zhang Qiu turned and left.

She looked forward to the upcoming Quidditch flying course special training, after all, it was about the new White Lord who would surpass Dumbledore in this century.

As for the rest... you're definitely overthinking it.

Definitely is!
Nighttime, forbidden forest.

Tan Wenjie, wearing a black cloak, stood quietly in the moonlight.

"Snapped!"

A cluster of firelight flickered, and Dumbledore's figure appeared instantly.

"Still out at night?"

“Students are the ones who go out at night; I’m a professor.” Tan Wenjie turned to look at Dumbledore.

Having overcome his mental illness, Dumbledore now appears to be in excellent spirits.

"what are you planning to do?"

“Nip problems before they happen.”

Tan Wenjie pointed ahead, where shadows covered a large area in the darkness. Dumbledore then saw a series of high-tech Muggle devices that he had never seen before appear out of thin air.

Completely unaware of how these things had appeared, Dumbledore's eyes flashed with surprise for a moment.

"This is?"

"Satellites, rockets, and by the way, you've arrived at just the right time. Cast Muggle-shielding spells on them to prevent them from being detected by Muggles."

"A satellite?" Dumbledore asked, puzzled.

"You should learn more about the Muggle world; satellites can monitor the Earth from outside the atmosphere."

This is still Tan Wenjie's relatively cautious statement. In reality, satellites that integrate technologies from DC, Marvel, and Magic Phone are already capable of delivering a technologically superior attack on this world.

Once the satellite is launched and the wizards' personal data is obtained, each wizard can be monitored in a comprehensive and unobstructed manner.

He can be less radical, but he needs to retain this feature.

Moreover, he can give satellites ground attack capabilities at any time.

However, all of this is conditional. Tan Wenjie, who possesses the satellite, must have a "Heavenly Dao" level that is not too low. Otherwise, when the world's will empowers the protagonist, it is very likely that the world's idealistic curse will evolve to the point where a simple magic wand can destroy a satellite.

“That’s not freedom, Jay.” Dumbledore frowned.

"The Muggle world has already deployed more than 10,000 of them outside the Earth. Wizards' living space has been constantly squeezed. Only by discovering them before we are discovered can we protect ourselves."

Wizards are trained slowly in this world, and their numbers seem to be strictly limited. All talented young wizards receive a letter from the magic school.

But this is an idealistic world; as long as you "want" it, you can do it.

"You must promise me that you will never hurt the little wizards."

“No, Dumbledore, I will leave this world and continue my travels.” Tan Wenjie shook his head. “You know, I won’t be here most of the time. These satellites will just silently protect the world.”

"That's a shame."

"Stop rubbing your dry eyes, you terrible actor, you old bee."

"Ha ha ha ha."

As Dumbledore laughed, the enchanted rocket launched into the sky, soaring straight into the heavens.

From that moment on, the entire magical world was under Tan Wenjie's surveillance, and even within his strike range. (End of Chapter)