47. Group Fight In The Principal’s Office

After teasing the gargoyle, Wayne felt much better and walked into the passage happily. Inside, there was a spiral staircase that automatically transported Wayne to a closed door. This door had a brass knocker in the shape of a griffin's head.

Wayne could sense powerful magic fluctuations from the door knocker, recognizing it as a valuable magical item. If a wizard tried to force their way through the wooden door, it would transform into a brass griffon that would attack. This monster was very powerful, ranked at level 5X, comparable to a fire dragon.

Hogwarts had a rich heritage, which impressed Wayne. He briefly considered taking the door knocker for himself but knew he couldn't make alchemy items of that caliber. Wayne reminisced about Cedric stroking the Nimbus 2000 as he played with the door knocker before pushing the door open.

Inside the principal's office, Wayne saw a luxurious round room with a high ceiling and excellent lighting. The warm afternoon sunlight streamed through the room, casting a faint glow on the gems. Wayne muttered to himself about the extravagant lighting compared to other areas of Hogwarts that used oil lamps and candles.

Dumbledore was absent from the room, so Wayne settled into a comfortable chair and surveyed the office. The most prominent feature was the extensive collection of books, covering almost half of the walls and reaching up to the ceiling. A spiral staircase stood next to the bookshelves for easy access.

On the other half of the wall hung portraits, making Wayne feel like he was being watched. However, when he turned to face them, the portraits remained motionless like Muggle paintings. Near the desk, Wayne noticed a stone round basin on a high stool, recognizing it as the Pensieve, a precious tool for storing and reproducing memories.

Wayne couldn't help but feel the desire to take everything in the room home with him. On the opposite side of the desk, a floor-to-ceiling mirror stood, mostly covered in velvet cloth. Only the bracket and a small portion of the mirror surface were visible. Suddenly, a sharp voice caught Wayne's attention, and he turned to see a portrait come to life.

The portrait, an old man with a goatee and silver-green robe, called out to Wayne, curious about his fascination with the mirror. The nameplate below the portrait introduces him as "Phineas Nigellus Black (1847-1925)."

Wayne shook his head. "It's covered, how could I possibly know what it is?"

"Humph, I don't know," Phineas muttered, stroking his goatee with an expression of extreme disgust.

"That's the Mirror of Erised. Do you know what the Mirror of Erised is?"

Wayne gave a listening look.

"It can show you your most urgent and strongest desires deep in your heart. Do you want to know what you want most at this time?"

Phineas said seductively, "Go and try it. Dumbledore has been looking at the mirror until dawn every day recently, and he is almost obsessed."

"Not interested," Wayne waved his hand and sat back in his seat, bored.

"I want everything now, and nothing else matters. It's all in vain."

These words were not meant to deceive Phineas, but instead, they were a true reflection of Wayne.

He was interested in everything, but his emotions were not very strong.

Because Wayne knew that sooner or later, he would get what he wanted.

He was filled with confidence.

Phineas was taken aback by Wayne's reaction.

"No, you didn't even look at it, so how dare you talk nonsense here?"

Wayne glanced at him. "No wonder you are the most unpopular principal in the school's history. Regardless of everything else, you still care about whether I can look in the mirror?"

"You deserve to be scolded for all the things you've done, even after your death."

There was a brief silence in the room, followed by shocking laughter.

The principal's who had been pretending to be dead finally couldn't hold it in any longer, and they all burst out laughing.

A principal with a big nose even pointed at Phineas. "Black, you've had a day like this. You were scolded by a student!"

A chubby-looking woman clapped her hands and applauded. "As expected of our Hufflepuff little wizard, he knows who he is!"

"Don't laugh! Don't laugh!" Phineas jumped angrily. "Damn little wizard, if I were still alive, I would fire you immediately!"

"Then come back to life," Wayne spread his hands, with thoughts of earning points prompting in his mind.

Good guy, do you get points for criticizing the former principal?

And that's a good thing.

Phineas was furious at his attitude.

"You brats! You Hufflepuff idiots! You'll be chefs and salespeople for the rest of your lives!"

It's over now.

Phineas' remarks offended all the Hufflepuff principals.

A grumpy principal couldn't help themselves and disappeared from their photo frame, reappearing in Phineas's photo frame in the blink of an eye. They raised their fist and hit Phineas on the nose.

Not to be outdone, the other Hufflepuff principals rushed over to start a righteous gang fight.

Phineas screamed repeatedly, while the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw headmasters cheered, and the Slytherin headmaster chose not to get involved. Although everyone hailed from Slytherin, Phineas possessed such a foul mouth that he managed to offend almost everyone within a mere century.

Wayne witnessed the principals engaged in a brawl and wore a smile, occasionally nodding in approval.

Indeed, the mage's demise involved close combat, completely disregarding the use of a wand.

Just as Wayne's enthusiasm peaked, the door to the principal's office swung open.

Dumbledore entered and was taken aback by the chaotic scene. He then noticed the undisturbed Wayne with a knowing smile.

"Seems I arrived at an inappropriate time?"

"No, Principal," Wayne shook his head. "You've arrived at the perfect moment."

"If you had arrived any later, Principal Phineas would have met his demise."