The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

A rectangular table appeared in the woods, with a snow-white tablecloth spread out on the table. On the cloth were placed a shiny silver teapot and teacups, and in the middle were placed some desserts that Ms. El often made - Dumbledore didn't know.

Where did he get the honey? He spread it thickly on the dessert and put it into his mouth before it flowed down - he ate it very happily.

After a simple greeting, DeWitt did not speak. He and his companions watched Dumbledore eat a quarter of a jelly pie, three small cream cakes, and seven or eight pieces of chocolate through the steaming tea.

Cookies, and after Dumbledore drank two or three more cups of tea - he toasted too many times to count - the old man finally revealed the purpose of his visit: "Excuse me for being too tired.

It's so late that I haven't had time to eat anything..."

"Then you can eat slower," DeWitt said without blinking, "because we have just completed a relatively important task, and we have plenty of time now."

Dumbledore asked with great interest: "What mission?"

"Restore Ciri's magical talent," DeWitt said. "For some reason, she temporarily lost her ability. Now she should be considered a wizard."

"Oh, I haven't had time to go back to Hogwarts to read the Book of Admission," Dumbledore said with a smile. "If Ciri really has a talent and does not belong to any known magic school, then

The admission notice has probably been sent... Of course, the personal wishes of the person involved are also very important, especially when she comes from another world. What do you think, Ciri?"

"I'm sorry," Ciri said decisively, "I don't have much time to stay, I want to... go back."

Dumbledore smiled generously and said, "That doesn't affect your acceptance of the admission letter."

"I told you too," Ciri said awkwardly, "I'm in big trouble and someone is chasing me."

"If you are a student of Hogwarts," Dumbledore said, "then Hogwarts will protect you, and maybe the power of protecting you will extend to another world."

Xirui is actually a little moved.

Dumbledore stopped talking about enrollment. He instead said: "The International Federation of Wizards has noticed the remaining problems in Bonfire Street, but there are too many prisoners and refugees living there, and because the area is too large, the organization has no manpower.

It requires a lot of energy..."

"Lack of money, right?" DeWitt asked.

"Not entirely," Dumbledore said with some worry, "Most European countries have a very... positive attitude towards accepting refugees, especially Muggles - when representatives of wizards communicate with the leaders of the country, those Muggles

Their leaders showed amazing sympathy, and some of them even hoped to take in all Nanming... I am a little worried, but this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is the shortage of manpower."

DeWitt said bluntly: "Isn't this still a lack of money?"

"It's a lack of..." Dumbledore also felt that the foreshadowing was enough, and he simply said, "Necessary humanitarian assistance."

"Then let my mother write a letter," DeWitt glanced at Ms. El and said, "Then Professor, you can go find Malfoy, Zabini, or some other family.

…We are just a very ordinary wizarding family, and we don’t have much energy.”

"But I still have a question." DeWitt added.

"I'm happy to answer questions," said Dumbledore, "please speak."

"Why do you want to call yourself a 'beekeeper'?"

Dumbledore immediately became interested and said: "That's because my name Dumbledore means bumblebee. It just so happens that I am greedy for those sweet foods - I have tasted too much bitterness in my life, how could I

Are you abusing yourself with your words? So I also like honey, and beekeepers just connect these two things... Having said that, I also have a question to ask you."

DeWitt had rehearsed in advance. He had thought about what could be said, what could not be said, and what could be said within limits... to ensure that no matter what Dumbledore asked, he could answer it rigorously.

Dumbledore said: "You know what's smarter than a talking bird?"

DeWitt frowned, confirming that he heard correctly, and then began to confirm the superficial meaning of the question word by word, and then thought about whether it had any symbolic meaning or metaphor - but he could not think of it.

Witt could feel that he was thinking very seriously. The heat from his body was almost radiating to the treetops, and even a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead, but it was no use.

"Well..." he said slowly, "Professor, I didn't hear you clearly. Can you say it again?"

Dumbledore said it again cheerfully, but DeWitt couldn't figure out what it meant.

At this time, Hermione came up with the answer that had been floating around her lips for more than a dozen times. She said dryly: "Uh...is it a spelling bee?"

Dumbledore immediately applauded approvingly, praising Hermione's wit as if he had met a confidant.

"What?" DeWitt looked around in confusion at first, then turned sideways and asked Hermione, trying to clear up the strong doubts in his heart.

Hermione sat upright and whispered as if reminding her classmates who were asked questions in class: "It's just a pun..." Then she thought of a more suitable explanation method for DeWitt, "Just treat it as a riddle, it's a bit boring.

, is this a... adjustment in our current conversation?"

DeWitt wanted to say something, but he really couldn't find the right words. Looking at Dumbledore with a smile on his face, he guessed that his expression looked a bit embarrassed, and there was still a little bit of unwillingness left, which made him turn to Dumbledore again.

Hermione confirmed: "Nothing else?"

Hermione thought for a while, then looked at Dumbledore, and confirmed: "It probably means nothing, just a cold joke? You know, right? Professor Dumbledore actually has a very classic cold joke that he hasn't told yet.

..."

"Actually, I have another question," Dumbledore continued with interest, "It's similar to the question just now - especially this one, which I recently learned from Muggles..."

DeWitt moved his stiff spine, then returned to his previous sitting position, and said stiffly: "Let's get back to the topic, Professor," and had to find an excuse, "I haven't been outside the magical world for a long time."
"Forget it, you missed out on the new and interesting Muggle things..." Dumbledore said regretfully, "Now that we're back to the topic, let's get serious. Please listen to me carefully. I'll think about it.

Go, I feel the need to tell you everything I know, and what I am going to say next will also play a role in... giving meaning. Of course, the premise is that you are willing to listen."

"About what?"

"Herbo," said Dumbledore, "the despicable Herbo in A History of Magic."

"We are happy to," DeWitt looked around at his friends and family and said on their behalf, "Professor, please start, we are all ears."

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