"I have three questions..." Lady Ravenclaw's expression did not change in the slightest, unmoved by the grievance and defiance in Dumbledore's words.
Dumbledore answered impatiently, "Wise Ravenclaw, please ask whatever you wish. So long as you can answer my doubts, I will truthfully answer any question you wish to know."
Lady Ravenclaw did not lower her head. She merely looked down at Dumbledore with her pupils and said, "First question. What is a headmaster's duty?"
Dumbledore froze, somewhat understanding what she meant. His hands clenched tightly together inside the sleeves of his wizard robes, and his body leaned back slightly. "To plan the school's development, and to educate and cultivate its students."
Only then did Lady Ravenclaw lower her head slightly, all her attention fixed on Dumbledore. "Then the second question. Over the past thousand years, under which headmaster's tenure did Hogwarts graduates have the poorest spellcasting and combat ability?"
Dumbledore drew in a deep breath. His lips trembled, and he fell silent. He could not deny Lady Ravenclaw's words, but in his heart he felt deeply humiliated and wronged. The weakening of spellcasting at Hogwarts had also been caused by Ministry of Magic policy. The Ministry of Magic and the Pureblood families had not wanted the school to teach students too much powerful knowledge. He had merely opposed Allen teaching the students overly dangerous magic, and had not thought that Allen was attempting to improve their spellcasting ability.
"Your silence and your heart tell me you are unconvinced. But regardless of the reason, in nearly a thousand years, the wizards who graduated from Hogwarts have never possessed such poor strength. The measures you took, in the narrowness of your vision and self-righteousness, severely limited and obstructed Hogwarts's development. Perhaps, as one who holds the title of the greatest White