Zhao Mai looked at the students in his class and hoped that there would be no naughty children... Maybe Duojian's prediction is just a prediction and will not necessarily become a reality.

"Observe Muggles? I won't do that kind of waste of time." A blond-haired boy said proudly: "Those people don't even have magic, live in a dirty world full of poisonous smoke, and will only kill each other like wild dogs. You can't give me a score, but you can't insult me, thinking I still need to learn from that kind of person!"

"Well said!" Zhao Mai sighed in his heart, but still gave a thumbs up: "Now you can leave the classroom, you are expelled from this class."

"You!" the boy snorted: "Students, Teacher Mike is indeed very strong, but this does not make a reason for him to change your mind and try to lower your status! He is not a pure-blooded mage, he just knows some strange witchcraft to strengthen his spell. You must recognize this fact! He is not all right..."

"Professor Dumbledore advised me: These are just children!" Zhao Mai sighed and said, "But I think even children can tell the truth: I just used some strange witchcraft, which is so much more than you. Last year I was in the seventh grade, and the previous year I couldn't use a spell. If you see, even those who don't know magic can still make great progress."

“Like…learning from Muggles is insulting us wizards!”

"Go and say this to the Muggle Affairs Department of the Ministry of Magic, or you can put this matter in the Prophet Daily, and you must have a real name. If you don't want to complete my homework, you can. Leave my class now." Zhao Mai pointed to the door of the classroom.

The student tidied up his collar and walked out with his head raised, looking a little generous. Zhao Mai looked at the students, sighed, and shook his head: "Okay, I don't want to leave anymore, right?"

Unexpectedly, three more hands were raised, and Zhao Mai immediately clenched his fist. He bit his back teeth and said, "You know what to do, don't waste my time."

Three more people were missing, and the atmosphere became awkward for a moment. Zhao Mai shook his head, adjusted his emotions, and tried to calm and powerful his voice. "Okay, now I will tell you how to make your spell casting moves faster and more effective, and how to exercise the balance between the casting of the left and right hands."

It is difficult to change a person, let alone change a group of people. The stubbornness of the wizards makes their movement trajectory very easy to predict. The things in the classroom basically did not break out of Dogian's plan, so after that, Zhao Mai was still busy, preparing to create a huge and unextended space.

Dumbledore came to him with a daily newspaper of the Prophet.

"A rare guest. I have lived in Hogsmeade Village for so long. This is the first time you have been here! Come in and sit down." Zhao Mai threw the meat and bones in his hand directly to the reserve grain and let it play on his own. "Xiaohua, can you help prepare some food? Dogian is out, you are the only girl at home!"

"No problem!" Her voice was still sweet, and she walked directly from Zhao Mai through the wall to the kitchen.

"You still have the mind to be relaxed! Haven't you read the Prophet Daily?"

"I read it, the boy really posted an article saying that I was a weak man who licked Muggles and was about to lead Hogwarts students to reduce the future quality of the magic world. Unfortunately, he didn't dare to be named." Zhao Mai snorted and said, "You all know that it was written by him, why don't you dare to write a name? It's just a waste of time."

"Don't you know the seriousness of this matter?" Dumbledore said: "They will first build momentum in the Daily Prophet, and then someone will put pressure on the school. Principal Dippet takes good care of the students, so they will put the interests of the students first, and it is very likely to deprive you of the teacher. The Ministry of Magic will agree, and then you will not have the protection of Hogwarts."

"Well, there is this possibility." Zhao Mai led Dumbledore to the room. Xiaohua had already put a tea cup and tea leaves. Zhao Mai picked up the kettle full of cold water and held it on the bottom of the kettle with his hand. The supernatural heat quickly boiled the water. "Drink some tea. The authentic Chinese tea I have recently made has cost me a lot of gold coins."

"You are so calm and relaxed. Have you communicated with the Ministry of Magic?"

"No, I don't waste so much time. If it's really for the benefit of the students, Principal Dipet would have known that I was right." Zhao Mai sniffed the fragrance of tea, and his senses finally recovered. Thanks to the food in his hometown in mainland hotels, the taste memory engraved in his blood. "It's so good..."

"The tea is good, but..." Dumbledore said: "They will first be in the Daily Prophet..."

"Thank you, you've already said their actions just now." Zhao Mai said: "I've always wanted to ask, what would happen if I was fired by Hogwarts? What would the Ministry of Magic do?"

"The Ministry of Magic may expel you and take back his identity as a wizard." Dumbledore said: "You will be treated as a Muggle, and the Muggle who sees things in the magic world will be cast by...the Forgetful Spell."

"That's it?" Zhao Mai almost laughed: "Dumbledore, how do you think of your magic level? Just put a forgetting spell on me, it's useless to see the hell!"

"If it doesn't work, you will be detained in Azkaban."

"Are you scared?" Zhao Mai said: "Dumbledore, are you afraid of Azkaban? That place can kill your father, but it can't kill me."

Dumbledore stood up suddenly, his eyebrows and beard spread open, and anger gathered in his chest, but was quickly pressed down. Zhao Mai saw his fingers trembling slightly.

"I met Grindelwald before, and he criticized me for saying something, thinking that I, like you, lack the courage to take a critical step. I am a negative attitude, but learning from the enemy is also a kind of learning, so I checked why he said that." Zhao Mai said: "Your sister was humiliated by a Muggle boy when she was young, causing her magic to lose control and drive her crazy. Your father killed the three boys with magic, and then was locked up in Azkaban and died in it. You know what I saw, the Daily Prophet from more than thirty years ago, how similar is the one I saw this morning! But the protagonist of that article is your father."

"This is different! You can't use magic in front of Muggles, that's the law."

"I admit that your father was a little reckless, and he could use the forgetting spell to wash away all the memories of those three people. Every once in a while, let them accidentally see the wizard and continue to wash away the memories. This is what the wizard's law allows. Although I hate the forgetting spell, facts are facts, and methods are methods. I understand your father's mood, but he did not handle it well, which led to you, your brother and your sister losing their father's love and dying after Azkaban, and then let you suffer the pain of losing your father. You cannot abandon your IQ just because you want to take revenge!"

"What's the point of saying this? I'm here to care about you, but you tear open the wounds of the old days?" Dumbledore shook his head, his eyes full of sorrow.
Chapter completed!