Dumbledore's interpretation of the Tales of the Poet Pedou is full of wisdom, and he wants to use this collection of fairy tales to tell everyone a truth, and this is what the Poet Pedou wants everyone to understand, especially the fact that young wizards should know: magic can solve many problems, but at the same time it can cause just as many problems.

Therefore, wizards should be cautious when using magic and not abuse it.

In Muggle fairy tales, magic is often the root of all misfortune.

Muggles were in awe of wizards, fearful of magic, and greedily wanted to rely on magic to solve puzzles, with mostly less than rosy consequences. Magic and wizarding are common elements in Muggle fairy tales, but in the end, only those Muggles who are kind-hearted and have no ill will be rewarded with magic.

In The Tales of the Poet Bean, the protagonist of the story is changed from a Muggle to a wizard.

They can use magic themselves, but the wrong use and understanding of magic can also lead to big mistakes, and many of these stories end in death, which seems to be a predestined end for wizards who misuse magical powers.

Wizards who are radical or narrow-minded by nature are highly susceptible to the backlash of magic, as their choices and decisions are often wrong.

Similarly, the damage inflicted on Muggles by magic would have caused the wizard himself to suffer.

These ancient fairy tales included in "The Tales of the Poet Bean" are intended to tell you these truths, and no one kind of power can be above all things. According to the most basic theories of magic, the more powerful the magic, the more restrictions there are.

A thin book of "The Story of the Poet Bean", which hides too many secrets and life philosophies, which benefits people a lot.

Of course, dark wizards and pure-blood wizards who claim to be pure-blooded will not like these philosophies, and in the history of magic, this little collection of fairy tales has not been adapted and interpreted too often, and basically every few years a new version of the collection of stories appears.

It is impossible to verify what the original version of the Tales of the Poet Bean looked like, how many stories were included in it, and so on, but from the grammar and embellishment of the ancient magic script on the Tales in Hermione's hand, it can be seen that it is close to the original version.

In other words, the story inside is not out of shape, it will not seem too righteous, and it will not be too dark, and Dumbledore's annotation and interpretation make the book even more valuable. Of course, this is for those who can read the hidden message, and if they can't read it, then the book has no meaning.

"Aven, are you saying that Dumbledore has hidden clues in the readings he left behind?" asked Hermione, closing the book and tapping her right index finger lightly on the Tales of the Poet Pedou, "We have to find out for ourselves? by reading these stories. ”

"It should be so, it's better to read the book a few times and think it through, it doesn't hurt to do anything. Hidden information aside, the "Poet Bean's Tales" itself will tell us a lot about life. Evan replied, "You can also show me after reading it, and we may find something from the two of us researching and researching." ”

"To be honest, I've always thought Dumbledore had something wrong with his head. Ron said suddenly, "He's a brilliant character, but he's got a broken brain! he's always doing weird things for us to guess, not to mention what information is hidden in my lights-out." Does he want me to do it, take it apart and see it?"

"Well, Ron, you don't know Dumbledore, he's a bit weird, but he doesn't leave anything behind for no reason, we should trust him. Sirius said, "In fact, if you know more about Dumbledore's past, you will find that he is far greater than we think, and since he has left these things, he will definitely need them, and I suggest you put them away before they really work." I also know the general situation of the matter, and I will keep you informed if there is any new information. By the way, Harry, come with me after dinner, and I'd like to talk to you about what I haven't said in the morning. Now, we should go out to Harry's birthday party, or Jasmine will be angry......"

Sirius was a timely reminder, and they emerged from the Burrow a second before Mrs. Weasley rushed in.

"You guys have been in there too long, no, it's not your fault, dear, no need to apologize. Mrs. Weasley said, glaring at Sirius disapprovingly, apparently believing it to be his fault, "Come on, everyone is starving, and we don't want to start in Harry's absence...... Can I serve food now?"

The party began, and the conversation remained on what Scrimgeour had given them, but Mrs. Weasley clearly didn't want to discuss them too much, and judging by her expression, it seemed that the things Dumbledore had given them were dangerous, something she had been trying to prevent all summer.

Because of Mrs. Weasley, no one said much about it.

Everyone ate in a hurry, and then sang a song "Happy Birthday to You" hastily, ate the cake in two bites, and the party dispersed.

Because of the wedding the next day and Scrimgeour's arrival, Sirius planned to stay tonight. Hagrid was also invited to the wedding the next day, and he had no intention of returning to Hogwarts, but he was too big to sleep in the already packed Burrow, so he had to pitch a tent in the field next to him.

And so, it wasn't until late that night that Harry came back from below, and he went down to continue the day's conversation with Sirius. Instead of looking for Hermione or Elaine, Evan leaned on the side of his bed to study the statue of the evil god in his hand, thinking about things while chatting with Ron about each sentence.

"Honestly, I think it's pretty cool right now. Ron said, experimenting with the new lights-out.

He held the lamp extinguisher in front of him, and with a slight click, the lone lamp at the head of the bed was extinguished, and the light source turned into a small ball of light that was sucked into the lamp extinguisher, and Ron pressed it again, and the bulb in the lamp flew to the ceiling, lighting up the room at once.

"It's priceless, Ron, and this lamp extinguisher involves a lot of wonderful alchemical magic. Evan whispered.

"Really, how much does it sell for?" Ron paused and continued, "I mean, they say it was Dumbledore's own invention!"

"You're not going to sell it, are you?" said Evan absentmindedly, carefully observing the statue of the Evil God, which he could distinguish between the twisted eyeballs, the body, and the protruding brain, which was almost identical to the three nameplates in his hand, "Dumbledore left it for you, and he certainly wouldn't let you exchange it for money." ”