Hogwarts: This fairy tale is too eerie

Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.

"Lemon Snowball".

Dumbledore gave the command to the water-drop stone beast in front of him, and the stone statue's wings slowly turned, revealing a spiral staircase behind it.

Noticing Thor's gaze, Dumbledore blinked and said, "Professor McGonagall told me that the previous password seemed rather indecent, so I had to change it."

Saul remembers that during the summer vacation, the password in the principal's office was still "Strawberry Pile of Dung".

Dumbledore: "To be honest, the previous password was quite effective in preventing the Board of Governors from barging into my office."

Saul nodded: "Not all hobbies can be understood."

"Yes," Dumbledore said calmly as he ascended the spiral staircase, "sometimes we have to make some changes to conform to societal norms."

He glanced sideways, hoping that this conversation between "intelligent people" would prompt Saul to reflect on something.

As it turned out, Saul was engrossed in studying the structure of the spiral staircase and wasn't listening to him at all.

Dumbledore: "..."

"It's a really convenient design, but it's a bit slow. Time is of the essence," Saul sincerely suggested. "Have you considered turning the spiral staircase into a catapult-style one, so you can get to your office in a flash?"

Dumbledore imagined Lucius Malfoy or the portly Minister Fudge emerging from his office floor like radishes, and his vision blurred; he felt his life was about to end.

"We've arrived, Mr. Green."

Dumbledore wisely did not continue the previous topic, and with a wave of his hand, the heavy door in front of him slowly opened.

Thor strolled in as if he were visiting his own backyard, leisurely looking around.

More than a month later, I visited the principal's office for the second time, and the furnishings did not seem to have changed much.

The fiery red phoenix surveyed proudly on the perch. The moment its bright black eyes saw Thor, it suddenly spread its wings and exuded a majestic aura!

"Chirp chirp—!"

"Don't say that, Fawkes," Dumbledore said calmly. "Thor was invited by me."

Phoenix then composed itself, staring at Thor with suspicion and wariness, a hint of desolation in its eyes.

...To actually collude with the dark demons, the Deng family's centuries-old history has finally come to an end.

How tragic and lamentable! How tragic and lamentable!

"Chirp chirp!"

The phoenix raises its neck and cries out.

—It missed Saul because it happened to be out delivering a letter to the Dursleys when Saul came to the office last time.

That's what caused all this misunderstanding.

"puff."

A mocking laugh came from the wall.

A portrait of a pale-faced man with a mustache and an extremely arrogant expression was staring intently in their direction.

It's as if Thor is some rare and exotic species.

Saul glanced at the signature below the frame: Phineas Black.

It became clear immediately.

Ah~ So it was that "most unpopular Hogwarts headmaster in history," the ancestor of the pure-blood Black family during the Goblin Wars a thousand years ago.

Saul had learned about it through his own history teaching.

—In the distant past, when the Black and Green families were still prosperous, these pure-blood families were closely connected.

In the known genealogies, there are also marriages between two families.

However, now, only one male heir remains.

The Black family fared even worse; the only surviving member was imprisoned in Azkaban, just one step away from extinction.

Thor looked at the portrait with a hint of pity in his eyes.

Perhaps, by carefully examining the Black family, we can uncover a clue to the Green family's past secrets...

"So, you really got sorted into Gryffindor?" Phineas Black laughed. "Hahaha! How ridiculous! Your ancestors would probably laugh themselves awake from their graves!"

"That's great!"

Thor snapped out of his daze, glanced at the former headmaster with the mustache who looked like he'd swallowed a dung bomb, and swallowed the question he was about to ask about the Green family's situation back then.

...Before listening to others' accounts, he wanted to investigate it himself first.

Use your own hands and your own eyes to unveil the secrets of the past.

"Heh, is this what they call a thirst for knowledge?"

Thor smiled and thought this feeling wasn't bad.

After taking his seat, Saul sank into the soft sofa, crossed his legs, and casually sipped the steaming hot black tea, holding a saucer in one hand and a teacup in the other.

Unfortunately, it wasn't the water of life and death.

He was quite curious to see what it tasted like.

Outside the tower, the bright afternoon sun streamed into the room, casting a golden glow.

In the hazy atmosphere, Thor could hear the beeping of the exquisite instruments in the glass case and feel the magical energy floating in the air.

The room was quiet, and everyone held their breath as they looked at the portraits of the past principals.

Listen closely to how Dumbledore will deal with this descendant of the Green family who "disrupted the peaceful campus life".

Even Thor was waiting.

"Are you going to fire me? Or will you set a whole bunch of rules and restrictions, prohibiting me from doing this and that?"

Thor thought casually as the steaming, fragrant black tea flowed over his tongue.

He didn't care that he would leave Hogwarts... it was just a little regrettable.

Thor tapped his teacup lightly with his fingertips, feeling the fire demon's fiery little hand rest on his shoulder in his soul, while its cold, pale severed hand gently embraced his body.

"..."

Thor curled the corners of his lips into a smile, his expression softening as he slightly raised his chin, a gleam of arrogance shining in his eyes.

After all, he was the librarian who held the reins of all things rejected, feared, and inconceivable by the world.

In the silence, Dumbledore's hoarse and aged voice finally rang out: "Once upon a time, there was a young man who possessed talents as extraordinary as yours."

Dumbledore looked up at Thor's calm and proud face, which gradually overlapped with the face of the black-haired boy in his memory.

He let out a long sigh, revealing the weariness typical of an old man.

The sighs were heavy, encapsulating the irretrievable regrets of bygone years.

next moment.

Dumbledore looked up abruptly, the gloom on his face vanishing in an instant. His blue eyes behind his half-moon spectacles blinked slyly as he spoke:

"Since you are so willing to help others and resolve their 'physical troubles'..."

"So, would you be willing to become a 'consultant' at Hogwarts, listening to others' troubles and helping them solve their problems?"

"I can make an exception and give you the same rights as a class monitor!"

In other words...

Students can use the class monitor's restroom, and are legally allowed to go out at night, etc.

With some leniency, some "forbidden areas" that are theoretically off-limits are now permitted.

...Instead of expelling me, they gave me even more power?

Upon hearing the unexpected reply, Thor's eyes widened slightly in surprise.

After a moment, Sol suddenly smiled and put down his teacup.

Staring at Dumbledore, he said to him with admiration, enunciating each word clearly:

"You pass."