Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

Snape scoffed.

He sneered and said, "Yes, how could the great Dumbledore misjudge someone and make the wrong judgment?"

He mocked, but pain flashed in his eyes.

It was deep, soul-piercing, unforgettable pain and regret.

"No, Severus."

But in response to Snape's words, Dumbledore simply said calmly: "Of course I make mistakes - in fact, I have made more than one mistake, some of which I will regret for the rest of my life."

He stroked his old fingers, as if he could see the past that was either sad or regretful.

The girl lying on the ground, the tall tower, the bloody pendant, and those kind people who died.

"I am by no means great, I am just an old man."

he said softly.

Fox came up to him and rubbed his head against his arm.

"As for Ryan, my judgment of him is not solely my own."

Dumbledore stroked Fawkes's feathers.

“I just believe in the wisdom of our predecessors.”

As he finished speaking, Snape's expression became confused.

"The wisdom of our ancestors?"

he repeated.

"Yes..."

Dumbledore smiled and replied, "Speaking of which - Severus, have you ever considered becoming the headmaster of Hogwarts in the future?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Snape's expression instantly became even gloomier.

"It seems that someone is really senile."

He snorted coldly and then walked away.

"Oh...that really hurts."

Looking at the closed office door, Dumbledore muttered to himself.

But then he stood up and walked to the office window.

There were dark clouds in the sky obscuring the moon, but you could see stars occasionally appearing between the clouds.

Starlight sprinkled on the castle attic not far away.

Dumbledore looked at one of the attics, as if he could see what was inside.

It was a pen that wrote on its own without anyone holding it.

And a book that no one reads, but turns its pages on its own.

It is the book of admission and the pen of acceptance.

That was something that only the Headmaster of Hogwarts could touch and reach.

That was a magical creation created by the Big Four when Hogwarts was first established.

All young wizards will be accepted and recorded in the admission book at birth.

When they reach the age of 11, the pen of acceptance will circle their names in the book, and a notice will be delivered to them by owl.

Similarly, there is a secret that only the successive headmasters of Hogwarts know.

The secret was bound by a magical contract and could not be passed down through words, or even through memory or portraits.

The secret is that there is a name at the top of the first page of the Book of Admission.

That was the first name in the Book of Admission, and it also symbolized the original students of Hogwarts.

From the founding of Hogwarts to the passing down of successive headmasters to the present day.

That name has always existed and has never been circled.

Until recently, when Albus Dumbledore saw that name circled.

And that name was 'Ryan Elias'.

So, there was indeed nothing false in what Dumbledore said to Snape.

"That's right..."

He looked at the morning star outside the window and murmured softly.

"The wisdom of our predecessors."

Chapter 37 Hello, hello? Can you hear me?

Gossip is human nature.

How long does it take for a piece of explosive gossip to spread among a group of energetic children?

The answer is – it takes almost no time.

So when Ryan stepped into the Potions classroom the next morning, he was greeted by an extremely strange scene.

Surprisingly, none of the Gryffindor lions were late; instead, they all arrived very early.

"Oh, great Lord Elias."

Seamus bowed dramatically before the door. "How can I ask you to carry these heavy things yourself? Please leave them to me."

He smiled respectfully and took the Potions textbook from Ryan's hand, while Dean and Neville behind him respectfully took the quill and notebook.

"Please sit down, please sit down!"

When Neville invited Ryan to take a seat, Ryan even saw that the little fat boy's face was red from laughing.

"Well... I'm afraid I'll have to duel you both before you become normal - who's going first?"

Ryan shrugged helplessly.

Then, the little lions in the classroom burst into laughter and cheers at the same time!

"Lian Elias!"

"Lian Elias!"

"Lian Elias!"

They cheered Ryan's name, and it was clear why.

For some reason, they already knew what happened last night.

And since Ryan attended classes with Gryffindor in the first week, they naturally assumed Ryan was a member of Gryffindor!

"Brother, we all heard it!"

When Ryan sat down familiarly, Ron, who was sitting in the seat behind him, came over.

"You really went to that damp snake den... I mean, you gave Malfoy a good beating, and his brother - I heard he was a Slytherin prefect?"

"...I don't think the prefect is related to Malfoy - well, probably."

Ryan said with a subtle look and some uncertainty.

After all, as far as he knew, most of the so-called pure-blood wizard families in this era intermarried with each other. Perhaps that MacColl Dolohov was indeed related by blood to the Malfoy family.

"Who cares? You're so handsome, bro!"

But Ron obviously didn't care about this, he waved his fist.

Harry, who was standing by, also looked over curiously.

He asked excitedly, "I heard you cast a powerful spell...that's impressive!"

He felt a little embarrassed - as the 'Boy-Who-Lived' who was even more famous than Ryan, he still hadn't been able to fully master a spell.

Even this news has come out?

Ryan muttered to himself, and then tactfully covered it up, "There are some ancient books inherited in my family's vault, which record some... rare spells."

But he soon noticed another problem.

"Ron, you don't look well?"

He looked at Ron's face, which seemed a little tired.

In fact, Ron's face had been looking a little tired since the start of school - it had been a little better in the past two days, but it had turned pale again today.

"Oh, I'm fine. I just didn't get enough rest."

Ron yawned when he heard this. "Maybe I stayed up a little late writing in my diary last night, or maybe it was because Scabbers kept moving around next to my pillow, so I didn't sleep well."

Harry glanced at Ron, shrewdly not pointing out what he had actually seen last night.

[Man, Ryan is awesome—he saved Neville, and that special levitation spell... I have to learn that!]

Harry had seen Ron write this sentence in the old diary yesterday, and even saw Ron quietly waving his wand under the covers at night and muttering "Wingardium Leviosa".

Well, actually, so did Harry himself.

Although he failed to make himself float in the end, he successfully made Neville float while he was sleeping and fall on the bed - the latter thought it was a dream when he woke up.

"Banban?"

But Ryan just said curiously.

"It's a yellow rat with a finger missing."

"Ron sleeps with it, but the rat likes to roam around at night."

Seamus, who lived in the same dormitory with Ron and Harry, added.

So Ryan wisely didn't ask any more questions.

Neville was a toad, Ron was a mouse – little wizards’ pets were pretty unpleasant.

At this time, Hermione said: "Ryan, I heard that the Slytherin parents have learned about these things..."