Chapter 10

"Sure enough."

Seeing Klein's choice, the portraits of successive principals on the wall could not help showing a complex and regretful expression.

The more gifted wizards are, the easier it is to indulge in powerful power and lose their original heart.

Tom used to be like this, and so is Klein now

"Old fashioned."

If he couldn't see the eyes behind him, Klein opened the thick black book and shook his head in his heart. These magic are ancient and primitive and have no reference value at all. It would be disappointing if Dumbledore's private collection was only this level.

"Klein!"

Seeing Slytherin's good seed go further and further along the wrong path, Phineas Black was so depressed that he couldn't help shouting Klein.

"What's up, principal black?"

Klein put down the book and looked back in doubt.

"Er... That book is a little esoteric. I suggest you change it."

Welcome those sapphire eyes, Phineas Black didn't know how to speak, so he had to find a way to fool him.

A group of old guys calculate that a child as young as 11 years old is always hard to say.

"Abstruse? I think it's OK."

The corners of his mouth rose, Klein showed a meaningful smile, and the magic wand hidden in his sleeve fell steadily in the palm of his hand.

"The ghost summoned."

A dark gray smoke erupted from the red sandalwood wand. In the ghost like expression of successive principals, a ferocious monster with a length of two meters appeared out of thin air!

"What are you doing!" "Merlin's beard!" "Klein, stop!"

The principals panicked and screamed. They never dreamed that someone could learn a real black magic in just a few minutes, especially when he was still an 11-year-old child.

Don't say it's Tom Riddell, not even Merlin!

"Joo!"

The ghostly corpse appeared and the "hairless chicken" pretending to be dead in the corner of the office suddenly hissed. Its thin and small body trembled and its round eyes revealed its infinite aversion to dark creatures.

"An immortal bird is really strange."

Looking at the "hairless chicken" with great interest, Klein waved to the trembling old phoenix like nothing.

"Klein, cancel the magic!" "Let it go back to its original place!" "Never let it leave the office"

Klein can tease the Phoenix carelessly, but the principals on the wall want to rush out of the portrait and solve the terrible monsters in the office.

They desperately reminded Klein that his eyes seemed to be bursting with fire.

"Don't worry, it's no big deal."

Having achieved his goal, Klein raised his wand again.

"Go back to silence."

This time, a dark blue flame spirit crow appeared. At the moment when the spirit crow appeared, there was an expression of fear on the ghost's face.

"Fierce fire..."

It's over. It's all over.

The principals were completely speechless.

Fierce fire is the most evil magic fire. Furniture, walls, offices and students will devour everything!

"All curses are gone!"

Just then, Dumbledore suddenly burst in from outside the office and cast a dispelling spell without hesitation.

But unexpectedly, after swallowing the corpse, the dark blue fierce flaming crow was not dispelled by Dumbledore's curse, but lazily flew to Klein's shoulder and gently pecked the feathers that did not exist with the beak composed of flame.

The atmosphere became a little strange.

"Professor Dumbledore, I've been using confusion and forgetting spells to manipulate Muggles around the world since I was six. Your test is too simple."

Staring into Dumbledore's dark brown eyes, Klein's mouth rose slightly.

"I wonder if your failure to dispel my fierce fire means that I won, so..."

He reached in Dumbledore's direction.

"Whew!"

The odd wand seemed to have been summoned, flew directly out of the old man's palm and fell into Klein's hand.

"Oh, old wand, it doesn't feel special."

Casually threw the elderberry wand on the desk behind him, and he dismissed the fierce fire with understatement.

"The invincible wand is just a joke, don't you think?"

"Of course, this is an obvious problem."

Dumbledore stood still, his hands retracting their wide sleeves. Even though his wand had identified its new owner, there was still no panic on the old man's face.

"Look at your face, I know what you want to say. Don't guess. I am indeed Klein Ville greendevo, the last descendant of the greendevo family."

Klein took back his wand, put himself and the old man in the same position and got out of the way. He opened his mouth with an inquiring tone.

"Can you sit down and talk, professor?"

"Of course."

Dumbledore was stunned, then smiled easily and walked to the desk unprepared.

One step, two steps, three steps

The distance between them was getting closer and closer, and the portraits of the principals covered their mouths. With the magical attainments of Klein and Dumbledore, whoever takes the lead in the attack has a great chance to kill each other.

The atmosphere almost solidified into ice!

But

The picture they imagined did not appear.

Dumbledore smoothly returned to his chair, and Klein jumped onto the desk and sat down at will.

"You know, you're still the first guy who dares to sit on my desk. And, move away, you're going to crush my wand!"

Dumbledore's tone was a little unhappy, and he was as happy as an old child.

"It shouldn't be!"

The principals shouted wildly in their hearts. They wanted to immediately drill out of the picture frame to remind Dumbledore that the person in front of him was not a child, but a devil who performed black magic like eating and drinking water!

"That wand is already mine, but since you insist... Well, I can let you borrow it for a while."

Klein shrugged, picked up the elderberry wand and handed it to Dumbledore.

"Remember to borrow, not give."

"Well, stingy Mr. Greenwald, I'll know the measure."

Dumbledore took the old wand and waved it.

"Succeeded!"

The headmasters on the wall cheered.

Although I don't know why Klein made such a stupid move, the victory belongs to Hogwarts and Dumbledore won!

The next second, something that surprised them happened

A pot of hot honey tea floated slowly~

Dumbledore actually made a pot of tea with a precious opportunity that may only be once?

Is he out of his mind!

"Then Mr. Greenwald..."

Dumbledore looked at the strange looking Klein and spoke slowly.

"Professor, call me Klein."

After thinking for a few seconds, Klein put down the drink suspected of concentrated honey and replied without raising his head.

"So, Klein, I'm listening."

Taking a sip of the cup, Dumbledore only felt the infinite sweetness melt at the tip of his tongue. He put down his wand and looked at Klein like a quiet audience.

"I like dealing with smart people."

Klein blinked and leaned forward slightly.

"Professor, do you believe in fate?"