69novels Chapter 196: Let all living beings enjoy peace
Chapter 196: Let all living beings enjoy peace
Chapter 196: Let all living beings enjoy peace
"Even within Hogwarts, Miss Fleur is one of the most outstanding students." Ryan can attest to this; Fleur Delacour's courage, wisdom, and decisiveness are rare even at Hogwarts. If we exclude the upperclassmen, there is no one at Hogwarts who can compare to Fleur.
In Ryan's opinion, whether it's the overly lenient Cedric, the brave to the point of recklessness Harry, the overly active Weasley twins, or the uncreative Hermione, all of them are half a step behind Fleur.
However, Hibiscus also had a flaw, and a fatal one at that: she was too arrogant. She thought herself extraordinary.
The beauty of a mixed-race Veela.
Exceptional talent.
The teacher's or professor's affection.
These three factors constitute Hibiscus's arrogance.
After all, their looks speak for themselves. Even if Hagrid had to choose between a surgically enhanced Voldemort with no nose and Fleur in front of him, he would rather stare at Fleur all day than glance at Voldemort.
"It's a pleasure to meet Miss Delacour. Nice to meet you. My name is Quirinas Quirrell, from Ravenclaw."
"It's an honor to meet you, Professor Quirrell."
Furong realized that the principal didn't intend to let her leave, so she greeted him gracefully and stood aside.
"Let's get back to the point, Ryan. Is there anything I can do to help you and Mr. Quirrell?" Maxim asked.
Ryan recalled his conversation with Quirrell at the Orinvander wand shop.
Quirrell started the conversation, taking the iron rod Ollivander handed him and saying, "After the Squirrels get their magic wands, how they'll cast spells is a problem—"
"The magic wand, in the end, is just using greater external force—that is, pre-drawn magic patterns and the accompanying magic source, as well as stronger confidence—to help the Squibs, who possess a source of magic, unleash their magic. The Squibs still need to learn," Ryan nodded.
"I see."
"Senior Quirrell's decision is beyond my expectations, yet it makes perfect sense."
"Because we are Ravenclaws, we are not worried about causing trouble or creating disaster. I am only worried about being unable to make amends or control the situation."
Quirrell was revitalized when he received the wand, for he had gained the power to make amends. He couldn't turn back time, but he could pay for his past actions in other areas.
So he stepped forward and said, “Your Excellency Madam Maxim, I have come here hoping to obtain a teaching position at the Magician Wizarding School.”
"But aren't you a professor at Hogwarts?" Maxim hadn't expected that a professor from Hogwarts would come all this way just for this!
Seeing that Quirrell was about to tell the truth, Ryan stepped forward and said first, "It's like this, Mrs. Maxim, you should know. We captured Voldemort last semester, and Quirrell paid a heavy price in the process, to the point that he is now seriously injured—he has lost most of his spellcasting abilities."
Maxim stood in awe: "Your greatness is truly moving. It must be an honor for the magic wizards to receive your guidance."
Quirrell was disappointed. He had been speculating about how his own people would behave, and now he was convinced that Ryan was extremely protective of his own.
But after Ryan interrupted, his composure, which had been somewhat resigned to his fate, faded, and he tacitly accepted the statement.
"Then let's go to the magic wizarding academy now, and I'll announce this good news to them." Maxim acted swiftly, immediately picking up his wand, slinging his bag over his shoulder, and scattering fly powder into the fireplace.
As the flames rose in the fireplace, the path to the Magician Academy opened, and the group stepped across the flames to appear in another fireplace.
"This is our Magician Academy. Based on Professor Ryan's advice, most Magician wizards are adults and have their own lives and jobs. They may not have time to study during the day, so this academy operates on a night school system."
"The college is located right next to Beauxbatons. Although it's called a college, it's really just a five-story building. The teachers' offices and the principal's office are on the fifth floor, and the remaining two to four floors are classrooms. The first floor has a lobby and a large conference room."
Quirrell asked, "Only indoor classrooms?"
"Because we need to focus on teaching some common sense, some techniques that don't involve spellcasting. For example, herbs, potions, magical creatures, etc., so the spellcasting courses are actually very few. So what does Professor Quirrell plan to teach?" Maxim explained.
"Before becoming the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, I was a professor of Muggle Studies—" Quirrell thought for a moment and then denied his own idea: "But eight out of ten students here come from the Muggle world, so my experience is not very useful. I can only discuss with them the integration of wizarding and Muggle technology. As for other courses, I can teach them too, after all, I am a Ravenclaw."
Ravenclaw, huh? That's not surprising—Maxim knew that among the four houses of Hogwarts, Ravenclaw was the place that produced the most academic geniuses, and their consistently excellent grades were enough for them to be competent in teaching magic wizardry in any field.
"In that case, please serve as the resident vice-principal of the Magical Academy, in charge of Muggle studies, magical history, and herbalism. Is that alright?"
"It's my honor, Principal."
Mrs. Maxim said, "They are all taking classes downstairs now, and I'm arranging a makeshift gathering on the first floor."
You need to introduce yourself to the students.
Quirrell followed Madam Maxim to the large conference room on the first floor, which could accommodate all the magic wizards currently studying at the academy.
Suddenly, Furong said, "This Professor Quirrell shouldn't be the selfless sacrifice you mentioned."
Ryan gazed deeply into Fleur's deep blue eyes, as if looking into an endless, clear ocean: "Your intelligence and beauty complement each other perfectly; you are a rare gem in Beauxbatons."
"The fact that you're willing to defend him means you approve of him, which implies that he did contribute to capturing Voldemort, but perhaps not in any significant way."
Furong said to herself, "Perhaps it's because of—this professor—"
"Miss Delacour."
"Alright, alright, I won't say anymore." Hibiscus tossed her long, silvery-white hair, tilted her head, and smiled, her voice carrying a charming huskiness: "One question: whether it's this professor or the Squib, you didn't seem to need to care about them, but you did anyway. Why?"
"If it were before, I would have told you it was because I liked the admiring looks in other people's eyes."
Ryan's lips unconsciously curled up, and the corners of his eyes curved slightly. He did indeed like this feeling now, but besides this feeling, he could also remember the teachings of his teachers.
Whether it's Dumbledore wanting everyone to be his friend, or Nicolas Flamel wanting him to love the world and make the world love one another.
Before he knew it, he could actually say that the eleven magic schools and all the ministries of magic would be on his shoulders.
"Now what is your answer?" Hibiscus smiled. The first answer pleased her greatly, making her feel that the young professor in front of her had experienced the joys and sorrows of ordinary people and had come to the human world.
It's not like before, when I stood on the podium every day, looking as unapproachable as if I were standing on a cloud.
"Unreachable" is never a good word.
Furong thought to herself.
He was young and spirited, full of vigor and high in magical power. Moreover, he was deeply trusted by his predecessors and sages. He had already made a name for himself and gained a pivotal position while still a student.
All of this is tantamount to "+99 charm" for girls of the right age.
She naturally didn't think there was anything wrong with her ideas; there were far too many people in Beauxbatons who shared her thoughts, enough to form a line from here all the way to the Louvre.
"Now." Unaware of what was happening, Ryan thought for a moment, then deliberately adjusted his posture, standing with his hands behind his back, facing away from Hibiscus and towards the window.
"I have come to this earth not to incite war, but to bring peace to all living beings."