Chapter 149

Minerva Marcus Marcus Maige did not answer; her gaze passed over the dazzling silverware, passed over Fawkes quietly perched on the perch, passed over the portraits of various former Headmasters,

and finally landed behind the ancient stone wall, where a young wizard was giving the password.

The Headmaster's office is located on the eighth floor of the castle, and just climbing up took a great deal of Sean's effort.

He looked at the gargoyle at the entrance, waiting for it to let him say the password.

But just as Sean caught his breath, the gargoyle jumped aside.

Sean was dazed, and then he saw the wall behind it split in two, revealing a rotating staircase hidden behind it that was slowly moving upward.

What about the password?

Lemon Sherbet, Fizzing Whizbees, or even Cockroach Clusters?

Could it be that Headmaster Dumbledore didn't tell him the password because there wasn't one?

Alright—

Sean accepted it quickly; he stepped onto the automatic rotating staircase.

The staircase made a moderate rumbling sound, and a feeling of expectation and anxiety spread in Sean's heart.

Suddenly, Sean remembered, could such a rotating staircase also be called an elevator in the wizarding world?

While waiting for the staircase to move up, Sean's thoughts drifted.

In fact, the era in which wizards live seems to be quite distant from the current era; when the telephone appeared, it was hard to imagine that the Ministry of Magic was still using paper airplanes for communication.

The reason for this result is not the limitation of magic, but the limitation of wizard thinking—wizards hate and despise Muggles, so naturally, they won't go to understand so-called Muggle science.

Just thinking wildly like this, Sean saw a shining oak door emerge, and the door handle was a brass door knocker in the shape of a griffin.

Before he could knock, he saw the door open automatically.

Minerva Marcus Marcus Maige naturally withdrew her wand, not noticing that the bright blue eyes behind the half-moon lenses were becoming increasingly kind.

The Headmaster's office was circular and surprisingly spacious, yet it didn't feel cold or empty at all. There were moving objects everywhere:

"Mr. Sean Green."

A portrait of a beautiful lady with long silver curls greeted him gently.

"Headmaster Dippet."

Sean silently stopped and bowed gently in return.

Long silver curls, a kind and gentle smile... he recognized this as Headmaster Dai Lisi Derwent.

She once served as a healer at St. Mungo's Hospital and was a wizard who possessed both healer and Headmaster professional experience. Her portrait is preserved among the portraits of former Hogwarts Headmasters and continues to participate in school affairs communication, and is recognized as one of the most famous Headmasters in Hogwarts history.

Her portrait also assisted Dumbledore in studying the transformation characteristics of the Blood Curse, pointing out the essential difference between this spell and Animagus transformation.

Sure enough, powerful wizards are all good at Transfiguration.

Sean thought.

After Voldemort was defeated, Headmaster Dai Lisi Derwent's portrait even showed an emotional reaction of crying with joy.

In short, she is a truly great Headmaster.

"Heh—disturbing my rest—just for an unknown Ravenclaw—"

At this time, Sean heard a sneer, and looking up, it was Headmaster Black, who had united the four houses.

You know, even Voldemort didn't manage to do this. And in Headmaster Black's era, Slytherin and Gryffindor could play together, which has to be said to be a great achievement.

Just as this "unifying" Headmaster spoke, the portraits in the Headmaster's office woke up from their naps to participate in this special discussion.

They whispered, some gently, some sternly, and after Headmaster Black finished speaking, they did not refute for the time being.

Only Headmaster Dai Lisi Derwent frowned.

At this time, it was not very peaceful outside the Headmaster's office either.

"My lady, you know how much little Green has paid for this, oh—those portraits, especially that selfish idiot Black, if he says some nonsensical stupid things that affect the evaluation of little Green—my lady! A knight can never sit idly by!"

Sir Cadogan didn't know when he had ridden that pony, his armor was shining, and his overly long sword was tucked at his waist. Although his knees were covered in grass stains, it didn't hinder his heroic spirit at this time.

"Farewell!"

The knight shouted, and plunged into a picture not far from the Headmaster's office depicting several sinister monks.

"Farewell, my comrades! If you need a noble heart and a strong body, summon Sir Cadogan!"

"Oh, my knight—"

Lady Violet's eyes were slightly moist, and the Fat Lady beside her shouted with longing and excitement:

"Sir, remember to kick his head hard with your leather boots!"

Inside the Headmaster's office.

Facing this selfish and arrogant Headmaster, Sean just said "um" softly.

"—Rude guy, I propose—"

Just when that Headmaster still wanted to say something—a sudden change occurred—a roaring knight like an angry bull knocked Headmaster Black to the ground.

The pony, which usually didn't listen at all, erupted with amazing power, actually knocking Headmaster Black all the way to the frame at the very edge of the Headmaster's office.

"Look closely, little Green! This is the way of a knight's courage!"

Sean was stunned.

The air seemed to stagnate, the Headmaster's office fell into silence, and the whispering portraits all stopped discussing, watching this shocking change.

In fact, the Headmaster's office is not a place where portraits can come and go as they please. Where did this... bull knight come from?

Only Headmaster Dumbledore, his smile never stopped.

"What kind of behavior is this!"

Professor Marcus Marcus Maige in her seat stood up immediately, her face full of anger, her wand waved, and the painting of Sir Cadogan and the pony unilaterally beating the dazed Headmaster Black was sent out of the Headmaster's office by her.

"Ten centuries of wisdom cannot be blocked even by the Headmaster's office, and this is a fist polished by ten centuries! Take my punch!"

Before leaving, the knight was still beating and roaring.

"Big cat, even if you send me to the troll painting! I want to fight this stupid thing in hell!"

"What a brave knight."

Sean heard Headmaster Dai Lisi Derwent exclaim. He didn't hesitate to follow Professor Marcus Marcus Maige out, but heard a low whisper:

"Stay put."

So he waited honestly in place.

He thought, the Professor would handle it well... at least, he couldn't let the knight's efforts go to waste.

This little episode started suddenly and ended suddenly. Sean saw Headmaster Dumbledore blink.

So he understood and walked to the pile of exquisite and floating letters.

"The special scholarship approval meeting for Mr. Sean Green officially begins!"

After Professor Marcus Marcus Maige returned, a portrait of a majestic Headmaster said loudly.