The Hands-Off Boss

"Sirius is here?"

After leaving the Room of Requirement, Tierra took a step forward as though he were simply walking normally. The next second, he appeared directly inside Dumbledore's office, as if the space outside the Room of Requirement had connected with the space inside Dumbledore's office, allowing Tierra to step straight from outside the Room of Requirement into Dumbledore's office.

"Your mastery of spatial magic is becoming more and more profound," Dumbledore said lazily, seated in his high-backed chair as he delicately sipped his black tea.

"While helping Professor Horace Slughorn refine the Philosopher's Stone, my computational abilities were also exercised to a certain extent, deepening my understanding of the concept of space," Tierra said with a slight nod.

"Excellent," Dumbledore said kindly. "Your spirit of self-learning is highly commendable. In you, I see the future and hope of the Magical World."

"You flatter me." Tierra smiled and nodded, then went straight to the point. "Sirius came to Hogwarts?"

"Yes, I asked him to come." Dumbledore smiled. "He did send me a letter before this. In it, he vented quite a bit—not only about your Defense Against the Dark Arts class. More precisely, it was about every aspect of you. His prejudice against you is rather considerable."

"That's perfectly normal." Tierra shrugged. "If he weren't prejudiced, he wouldn't be Padfoot. Honestly, I think that aside from Lupin, the other three among the Marauders all have some issues with their personalities, more or less."

Dumbledore silently took another sip of tea, then nodded in agreement.

"More precisely, at least most of the wizards I know have somewhat extreme personalities," Tierra said.

"According to the theory you've proposed, that is the result of influence from the Spiritual Dimension," Dumbledore said indifferently. "Of course, I still reserve my judgment on that."

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