Hogwarts: The Witch Education Handbook

After walking up a long flight of steps, Professor McGonagall led him to a stop in front of a gigantic, hideously ugly stone beast with a drooping spout.

"Sizzling honey!"

Upon hearing the correct command, the dripping stone beast jumped to the side, and with a loud bang, the wall behind it automatically split in two, revealing a spiral staircase that slowly moved upwards.

Sean followed Professor McGonagall into the headmaster's office, which was filled with all kinds of books and alchemical artifacts, and the walls were adorned with portraits of Hogwarts headmasters throughout the ages.

He looked around and saw that the principal's office was exactly the same as when he was in school; there hadn't been much change.

At that moment, Dumbledore was engrossed in something at his desk, seemingly oblivious to the arrival of the two men.

"Ahem." Professor McGonagall coughed twice on purpose to attract Dumbledore's attention, then pushed Sean forward from behind her. "Headmaster Dumbledore, Mr. Phillips has arrived."

Dumbledore reluctantly put the things he was holding aside.

Sean squinted and looked at it; it seemed to be a book... but the cover looked somewhat familiar to him.

It seems so...

Sean turned to look at Professor McGonagall's hands, where she was still holding the book he had just given her.

As expected...

Dumbledore just read his book.

It was even exactly the same as the one he had just given to Professor McGonagall.

At this moment, Dumbledore finally raised his head and stood up to greet the two.

He was tall and thin, with silver hair and beard so long they could be tucked into his belt. He had a long, crooked nose, but most striking were his crescent-shaped glasses, behind which were a pair of bright, deep blue eyes that shone brightly.

Looking into those eyes, Sean felt a little dazed. He subconsciously activated his brain-blocking technique and quickly constructed a false memory.

This seems to be the instinct of every time traveler when facing Dumbledore.

If Lockhart's specialty is the Oblivion Spell, then his junior's specialty is the Occlumency Spell.

He was extremely confident that even someone as powerful as Dumbledore could not get any information out of his mind that he did not want him to have.

His confidence came half from his efforts and half from his half-dead system.

"Phillips, it's been a long time." Dumbledore strode up to Sean and greeted him warmly.

It was only then that Sean discovered another characteristic of Dumbledore.

According to an old saying from China, it means being unconcerned with trivial matters and treating scholars with respect. Sean hadn't been back to China for a long time, and he had almost forgotten that idiom.

In short, Dumbledore possessed a natural leadership quality, and he was able to treat his former students and young people who were only a fraction of his age as equals.

This is a very rare and precious thing.

What makes Dumbledore so remarkable is that he possesses powerful magic and is one of the world's most outstanding wizards.

Sean meant that it was rare and admirable that Dumbledore, despite possessing extraordinary strength, remained humble; and the root of all this was that Dumbledore's strength far surpassed that of ordinary people, which is why he still maintained a humble attitude.

Cause becomes effect, and effect becomes cause; cause and effect complement each other.

Sean shook hands with Dumbledore rather reservedly; it was the first time he had ever shaken hands with Dumbledore.

Before the two could say anything more, Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore, who were standing to the side, gestured, "Albus, I'll go take care of my work now..."

After Dumbledore nodded, Professor McGonagall hurriedly left the office.

"Professor McGonagall, she's a responsible professor, always thinking of the school, isn't she?" Dumbledore winked playfully at Sean, waving his wand at the same time. "Come, Phillips, please sit down, don't be shy, would you like something to drink?"

"Honey lemon black tea, thank you."

Actually, Sean wanted to drink a Master Kong iced tea that he hadn't had in a long time, and if he had a choice, he would prefer the four-yuan one, not the three-yuan one.

As soon as Sean finished speaking, a steaming cup of black tea appeared out of thin air on the coffee table in front of him. Along with the tea, there were some colorful candies and delicate pastries, which were neatly arranged on an exquisite porcelain plate.

Sean took a small sip; the aroma of tea filled the air, a blend of the sweetness of honey and the freshness of lemon, instantly lifting his spirits.

If iced tea is sweetened with industrial saccharin, then this honey lemon black tea is sweetened with the thick, sticky texture of honey... The difference between the two is like the difference between industrial saccharin and honey.

After finishing his honey lemon black tea, Sean seemed to remember something and took out some local delicacies packaged in transparent plastic boxes from his briefcase.

Of course, this mainly consists of sweets.

It's not shameful to cater to their preferences.

"Professor Dumbledore, these are some local delicacies I discovered during my travels around the world," Sean introduced. "I thought you might be interested in these flavors, so I brought some back."

At the mention of food, Dumbledore's eyes lit up immediately. He examined the boxes with great interest, a look of curiosity and delight on his face.

"Oh, Phillips, you're so thoughtful," Dumbledore exclaimed, then pointed to one of the boxes and asked, "Is this... a dessert from the East? I feel like I've seen it somewhere before..."

“Yes, Professor, I found this in a small town in Asia. It’s called ‘mooncake,’ symbolizing reunion and happiness,” Sean explained, opening the box to reveal delicate pastries inside. “It comes in different flavors: rose, osmanthus, mixed nuts…”

"Like... Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans?" Dumbledore withdrew his eager hands, looking somewhat hesitant.

Dumbledore didn't like Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans because he had eaten a particularly unpleasant-tasting "vomit" flavored Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean when he was young, which gave him a psychological aversion to these blind box foods.

"No, no," Sean quickly waved his hands and explained, "This is different from Bibi Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. The flavors inside are basically all best-selling..."

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore picked up a mooncake, took a small bite, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Mmm, it's a truly unique and wonderful flavor," he praised, then looked at Sean with admiration in his eyes. "You always manage to surprise me, Phillips."

Sean smiled modestly and said nothing.

After Dumbledore finished the mooncake and took a sip of honey tea, their conversation began to get down to business.

"Phillips, I've read your works from the last few years," Dumbledore said, picking up the novel he had just placed beside him. "I must say, the stories are very engaging, and your experiences since graduation have been incredibly enriching."

"Thank you again for your kind words," Sean replied.

"But..." Dumbledore paused abruptly, then looked at Sean with a sharp gaze, emphasizing each word as he spoke, "Which parts of it are true?"