Hogwarts transfer students just want to be in love

In the Hogwarts headmaster's room, Lockhart complained to Dumbledore sitting behind the table with a livid face.

"Dear Headmaster Dumbledore, I would like to know how Hogwarts handles the matter of students condoning magical animals to attack teachers."

He tried his best to maintain his demeanor, and pointedly glanced at the young man beside him.

At this time, Mobai was sitting in front of Dumbledore's table, took a bite of the snack on the table, frowned, took another sip from the cup at hand, and frowned even deeper.

"Professor, you have to be careful of diabetes."

Seeing that the young man showed no signs of remorse, Lockhart's face turned a little greener, which matched the purple wizard robe on him very well.

Dumbledore first glanced helplessly at the young man, then nodded to Lockhart.

"Professor Lockhart, I already know the details. I think we will find a proper way to deal with it."

"But, this student..."

"Professor Lockhart!"

Dumbledore's voice suddenly increased, interrupting what the other party wanted to continue.

"I think you'd better go back and have a rest now, and prepare for the next class, don't you?"

Under the half-moon glasses, the old man stared at Lockhart with deep eyes.

He suddenly had the feeling that everything about him had been seen through, and realizing that the other party was the strongest wizard in the world today, he forced a smile and opened his mouth.

"Well, I'll go back first, I believe the school will give me a good result."

After Lockhart went out, Mo Bai got up and looked for tea-making equipment in the principal's office.

"The proper outcome for him is to get out immediately."

Dumbledore took a bite of the dessert on the table, and from the humming in his nasal cavity, it seemed that the dessert was to his liking.

"He can leave, but after he leaves, where are we going to find the second Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?"

Noticing that the old man's eyes gradually shifted to himself, Mo Bai quickly waved his hand.

"You don't want me to go, I'm only 11!"

"But you're already a good wizard, aren't you?"

"And..." Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, "You don't behave like an 11-year-old."

"Can't I be precocious?"

Mo Bai finally found the tools to make tea, brewed two cups of black tea with the tea leaves he carried with him, and nestled back into the large chair.

He wasn't too afraid of exposing the fact that he was a time traveler, after all, there was magic in this world, and time travel didn't seem so shocking.

Dumbledore obviously didn't want to delve into that either.

He took the floating teacup, took a sip, and poured in a few spoonfuls of sugar.

"You should eat less sweets at such an old age."

Hearing Mo Bai's slightly complaining words, Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, and actually took back the spoon he wanted to put sugar in, took a sip of tea, and smacked his lips, obviously not satisfied.

Mo Bai rolled his eyes, "English black tea is already sweet enough, if you drink oriental tea, you might spit it out."

"I did."

Dumbledore said seriously, "I have communicated with wizards in the East."

"That taste," said the sweet-toothed old man with a bitter face, "it's hard to describe in words."

"There are still wizards in the East?"

Mo Bai looked at him in surprise.

"Of course, it's just that they are not called wizards. In the words of the mysterious ancient eastern country, they call themselves ascetics."

Hearing the old man say the word "Taoist" in weird but fairly correct Chinese, an image of a Taoist priest in a green shirt and long robe with fluttering white hair and holding a whisk in his hand immediately appeared in Mo Bai's mind.

"And their attitude towards Muggles is different from ours. They don't seem to mind that the common people know their existence. Instead, they set up Taoist temples everywhere to open up their cultivation methods."

Dumbledore drank the lipstick tea again, and he seemed to have begun to like this kind of drink that was not sweet enough, but had a smooth taste and an endless aftertaste.

"According to them, everyone has a 'root of wisdom', no matter how high or low they are born, they can practice the Dao. It's just that some people are difficult, while others are easy."

"This is the embodiment of great wisdom." Mo Bai sighed.

A gleam of light appeared in Dumbledore's eyes, and he asked persuasively.

“How come you see?”

"First of all, the ascetics in the East classify their own class with the majority of the masses. Everyone can be a monk, so those who have not become a monk will only find the reason from themselves, and will not blame other people. Ascetics are regarded as heterogeneous."

"Because the next person to become a practitioner is likely to be their close family members and companions, isn't it?"

"Even if someone is jealous, the target will only be a lucky person who becomes a monk, not the entire group of monks."

"On the other hand, in the wizarding world here, I can't wait to divide wizards and Muggles into two species," Mo Bai said with a sneer.

"Human beings are jealous, and wizards distinguish themselves from them. Of course, they will exclude the "heterogeneous" wizards."

"This is the biggest contradiction between the magical world and the human world."

The young man drank the red tea and talked eloquently, "If you are not of my race, your heart must be different."

With appreciation in his eyes, Dumbledore continued to ask, "Then if you want to resolve this contradiction, what should you do?"

"Either learn oriental methods, open source, set up magic schools in various places, let all Muggles come in and learn, whether you can become a wizard or not depends on your own quality..."

"However," the young man got up and continued drinking a cup of tea, before nestling back on the chair.

"This method is too idealistic, and it is no longer possible to realize it."

Dumbledore sighed too, for obvious reasons.

There are too many families like Malfoy who discriminate against Muggles and think that wizards are inherently superior.

In other words, there are too few wizarding families that do not discriminate against Muggles.

It can be said that 30.00% of the wizards in the wizarding world have more or less discrimination against Muggles, while the rest of the wizards are called by the Ministry of Magic to try their best to stay away from the wizarding society.

There are very few wizards who can tolerate Muggles.

The influx of a large number of Muggles will only arouse the strong dissatisfaction of these families, and even use more extreme methods to expel and mutilate Muggles.

At that time, it is very likely that it will evolve into a war, a war between wizards and Muggles.

In the end, it will only be a lose-lose situation, and even the wizard will lose miserably.

After all, human beings are not good at stubble, technology is changing with each passing day, and, the most important point.

The population base of wizards is too small.

There are only more than 3000 wizards in the UK, and only tens of thousands of wizards in Europe.

In the face of hundreds of millions of Muggles, one mouthful of saliva is enough to drown the wizarding society.

"Of course, there is an easier way."

During the silence between the two, the young man smiled.

"After all, wizards are in the dark. It is entirely possible to use the Imperius Curse to control the upper echelons of Muggles first, and then slowly erode human society, allowing wizards to directly rule them when Muggles are unable to react in time."

"When human society is ruled, contradictions will naturally disappear."

Seeing the inexplicable smile on the boy's face, Dumbledore's heart sank.

"Is that what Gellert said?"

"That's right," the young man leaned against the back of the chair in a comfortable posture.

"The old man told me that when he was young, a 'friend' said a word to him, which he regarded as his life motto."

"For the greater good."

Dumbledore's heart was half cold. This sentence was indeed said when he was young. At that time, he was young and vigorous, and he thought he could change the whole society by himself. The only difference between him and Grindelwald is that Grindelwald advocated domination, and he advocated fusion.

It's just that their unified point of view is that there must be an excellent person with enough strength and wisdom to do this.

Originally, they thought it was themselves, and they went together to find this power.

Until, a horrible accident happened.

That accident cost him dearly. He broke up with Grindelwald and imprisoned himself in Hogwarts.

In fact, Hogwarts is to Dumbledore what Nurmengard is to Grindelwald.

"What are you thinking now..."

Dumbledore wanted to change the boy's mind, but was interrupted by the boy's next sentence.

"However... In addition to telling me these things, he also told me a word."

"what?"

"It's all bullshit!"

"..."

Even with Dumbledore's self-cultivation, he was stunned by this sudden turning point.

"He told me that no matter how powerful a person is, he is not qualified to decide anyone's fate. Killing is just the lowest way to solve problems."

"After all... As strong as him, he will be defeated, right?"

Dumbledore looked at Mobai with some surprise, "He really said that."

"Of course, and I think so too."

"Then what do you think?"

Dumbledore wanted to hear the boy's true thoughts, but saw the boy spread his hands.

"Please, Professor, I'm just an 11-year-old second-year student, what does the future of the wizarding world and the Muggle world have to do with me?"

"I just want to experience school life and talk about a sweet relationship by the way."

Dumbledore took a deep look at Mobai, and did not continue the topic.

As the other party said, this conversation started on the spur of the moment because of the oriental tea, was a bit too early for a child.

Even if this teenager's thinking is far from that of an 11-year-old child.

"Professor, you didn't come to me just to talk about this illusory topic, did you?"

The young man looked at the old man suspiciously, "Or, do you really want to ask for an explanation for that idiot?"

"of course not."

Dumbledore stood up, "Come with me, I'll take you somewhere."