Dumbledore took Harry's club application, and after seeing that Lorne's name was signed on the supervising professor's desk, his scrutinizing gaze pierced through his glasses and landed precisely on Lorne.
He pointed to the trial regulations banning Magic Mobile Phone that Lorne had initially given him. "You mean, as the head of the Hogwarts General Affairs Office, it was you who volunteered to draft the regulations banning Magic Mobile Phone?"
"Yes." Lorne nodded.
Dumbledore then took Harry's club application form and pointed to the signature. "You mean, it's you who's applying to be the supervising professor of the Magic Mobile Phone Club and wants to strongly promote Magic Mobile Phone -related activities for the students?"
"Yes." Lorne nodded again.
Harry added from the side, " Director Lorne is also the owner of the Magic Mobile Phone shop, the CEO of the Banana Business Group, the creator of the Magic Mobile Phone, and the father of the 20th-century Magic Mobile Phone."
Lorne's smile remained unchanged. He ignored Dumbledore's complicated expression and handed over his trial regulations.
Dumbledore had already read it once, "Because some students are playing with Magic Mobile Phone in class, Hogwarts is going to ban Magic Mobile Phone just like it bans Dark Magic items?"
"You're right," Lorne nodded again.
Harry, however, couldn't sit still any longer and shouted, "No way!"
When Dumbledore and Lorne both looked at him, Harry awkwardly adjusted his glasses. "I mean, Cuckoo on the Magic Mobile Phone is a very convenient app for communication. It's also very easy for professors to pass messages between each other. Hermione often asks Professor McGonagall questions on Cuckoo."
"There's also the Senior's Help. Although we don't use it often now, it always manages to compile perfect review strategies to help us learn the knowledge as final exams approach."
"Besides, it's also an entertainment tool. Would you ban Wizard's Chess Wizard's Chess just because some students play it in class? The problem lies with those students who lack self-control, not the Magic Mobile Phone. I think we could set up regular Magic Mobile Phone Club activities so everyone can play with their Magic Mobile Phone as much as they want outside of class, or have the club president actively supervise them."
Harry became increasingly outrageous, even saying that the Magic Mobile Phone was a consolation for third-year students who had to stay at Hogwarts because they didn't have a license, and that even if the Magic Mobile Phone were banned, some students would still break the rules.
"You're right." Lorne remained silent.
Dumbledore looked at Lorne speechlessly.
"No, Professor McGonagall told me that since the Magic Mobile Phone came along, students have been spacing out more often in class. Hogwarts has to control this and can't support you holding regular Magic Mobile Phone Club activities. Even the Charms Club doesn't have that privilege."
Seeing Harry's strong reaction, Dumbledore knew the importance of the Magic Mobile Phone in the students' minds. "Don't worry, I won't forbid it, but it must be controlled. As for your activity application, it won't be approved. The school will at most give you a venue. Go back and revise it before coming back to me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Dumbledore suddenly realized something. He looked at Lorne, who was sitting in the chair with an innocent expression. How come the problem with the Magic Mobile Phone was suddenly solved?
By specifically arranging for the two sides in the conflict, the school and the students, to confront each other face-to-face, a certain person is spared the trouble of doing nothing and even avoiding criticism.
" Lorne, I really wish your brilliant mind wasn't just used to bully old people," Dumbledore shook his head and sighed, then looked at Harry, who sat obediently in his chair with a bewildered expression, "And children."
"You flatter me, Professor. Respecting the elderly and caring for the young is a traditional virtue that I have always upheld." Lorne rose gracefully.
Harry seemed to have grasped something as well: how come Director Lorne was clearly in the most awkward position, seemed to be completely detached from it?
He and Lorne rose together, said goodbye to Dumbledore, and left the Headmaster's Office.
" Director Lorne," Harry said, standing beside Lorne, "Why did you voluntarily request a ban on Magic Mobile Phone? Aren't you afraid Professor Dumbledore might actually agree?"
Lorne continued walking, "But what about you? That's the only request I can make, otherwise people will say I'm stealing from you. Besides, the outcome is good, isn't it?"
"Why didn't you propose controlling the Magic Mobile Phone from the beginning? Making the right decision directly would have shown you more competence." Harry still didn't understand.
"If a room is too dark and I want to open a window, everyone will object. But if I advocate tearing down the roof, they'll come to mediate and agree to open a window," Lorne quoted a classic text. " Harry, leaders will eventually face opposition from their teammates. Sometimes being too radical isn't impulsive; it's about showing others your stance, and they'll make their own choices and compromise."
Lorne patted Harry on the shoulder and walked away, leaving Harry standing there, silently reciting the original sentence in his mind.
Harry put it to use very quickly.
When Hermione and Ron were arguing about their pets again, Harry suddenly spoke up, "I think you two could have a duel, and the loser can either send their pet home or leave it with Director Lorne."
The two people who were arguing fell silent.
Hermione scoffed, "Forget it, his Scabbers are too old and need someone to take care of them."
Ron also pouted, "I'm afraid that round-faced cat will be abused by others because it's too ugly."
In the following days, the two tacitly avoided mentioning the pets. Ron made a small house for his Scabbers and sometimes let it rest in his dorm, since it was no longer suitable for running around with him. Hermione also made clothes for her Crookshanks and would hold it tightly in her arms when she was with Ron.
Harry, who had previously enjoyed the two arguing every day, couldn't help but praise Director Lorne in his heart. Indeed, the headmaster's wisdom was beyond his reach. One should never stop learning.
The trio's relationship never soured. Neither Hermione nor Ron were petty people, and they quickly bonded back together, visiting Hagrid or doing other things.
Hagrid's first lesson began soon.
Hagrid had inadvertently revealed the content of his lessons during their visit, Harry and the others had anticipated. However, when they saw the Hippogriff that was twice their height, all three of them couldn't help but swallow hard.
" Hippogriff!" Hagrid exclaimed excitedly. "Look at their markings—stormy gray-blue, lava-reddish-brown, and earthy-brown like withered wood. Once you overcome your fear, you'll find they are truly beautiful."
"Where's the reddish-brown?" Ron asked quietly, puzzled.
" Hagrid was referring to the description in the Suitcase Beasts. I suspect he was careless when preparing his lesson," Harry whispered in response.
Hagrid stroked the mane of a Hippogriff: "They are very proud animals, so don't humiliate it. Approach slowly. If it bows first, you can try touching it. If it doesn't bow, try another one—after all, every winged beast has a different aesthetic."
Who wants to be the first to demonstrate? I guarantee it's safe.