She turned over a few pages of parchment muttering to herself, but found that she couldn't understand what Silby wrote at all. However, the content had a strange attraction that attracted her to continue reading.

"Hi, Ronay."

While she was reading the contents on the parchment, someone called her from behind.

Without realizing it, Ravenclaw quickly put down the parchment and turned around.

A middle-aged man with an unkempt face and a smooth face walked outside the door. He had a cheeky face and was skinny. He was wearing coarse linen clothes. He was holding an iron bucket in his hand and a few sardines in the other hand. The fish must have been

It was just caught not long ago and it is still jumping around.

"you....."

Ravenclaw looked at the picture of Silby dressed as an ordinary fisherman, and it took him a while to recognize him.

Ever since she first met Silby, he had been an extremely handsome young man, holding a high position, wearing bright clothes and angry horses.

It was hard to imagine that after a few years of seeing him, he had become a farmer and fisherman in the fields, making a living by farming and fishing. He looked very slovenly. Ravenclaw almost didn't dare to recognize him.

"Long time no see, what are you doing here?" Silby reminded her.

Ravenclaw reacted, "I, I miss you very much and wanted to come and have a look." After a pause, she scolded: "It's really hard to find you here."

"It's not like you are a fortune teller." Silby placed the fish on the wall. There was neither enthusiasm nor indifference, as if they hadn't seen each other for five minutes instead of five years.

"Come on, I found it by following the footprints." Ravenclaw returned to normal and joked: "It's a mess outside. You can live here in seclusion at leisure."

"Relaxation, not much leisure."

Silby shrugged. He brought a cow from outside the door, then squatted down and started milking the iron bucket. Three meals a day are enough for me to worry about. "

When milking, he was extremely focused, pulling and twisting with great care. His cow even snorted comfortably.

Looking at the middle-aged man milking the cows on the ground, Ravenclaw was a little bit dumbfounded. If it was strange, no one in the world was weirder than this guy. It was inappropriate to abandon the king and go to live in seclusion in such deep mountains and old forests, but he actually enjoyed it.

After milking, Silby carried the bucket, dug out two wooden cups from the cabinet, and then poured two cups, one for herself and one for Ravenclaw.

He drank the freshly squeezed milk quite comfortably, making a slurping sound in his mouth, and the white liquid dripped on his thick cheeks.

"Try it." He suggested.

Ravenclaw couldn't refuse, so he took it and took a sip. There was a faint taste of alfalfa in the mouth, which was quite delicious.

"Tell me, you haven't seen me for five years. Why did you come to see me?"

Silby asked, putting down the milk glass.

"I told you, I miss you."

Ravenclaw rolled his eyes at Silby, "Can't you come if you have nothing to do?"

Silby remained unmoved and just stared at Ravenclaw, waiting for other answers. After watching for a while, Ravenclaw couldn't hold herself any longer. She put down the wooden cup and said solemnly: "I don't mean to disturb you.

We live in seclusion, Silby. But the outside is already in chaos. Several wizard principalities have been attacking us year after year, and the number of wizards has dropped dramatically. If this continues, we will return to the level of being crushed by the church before."

Silby shrugged indifferently: "What does the wizarding civil war have to do with me? I just said to expel the church and give wizards a living environment, and I did it."

"Then is this scene what you want to see now?"

Ravenclaw asked.

The corners of Silby's mouth raised slightly, but the smile was hidden in his beard and was unnoticeable.

He said: "As the population declines, you can encourage intermarriage between wizards and Muggles, and then reproduce as many offspring as possible. In this way, the proportion of wizards among future generations will always increase. Generation after generation, the relationship between wizards and Muggles will also increase.

It will be alleviated, after all, there are common descendants."

Ravenclaw shook his head: "They will not agree, Silby. You know, wizards have always pursued noble and pure blood. Except for those who have no other choice, no one will marry Muggles."

"Then there's nothing we can do."

Silby said calmly, not too surprised. He bent down to collect the parchment scattered on the ground, "You are unwilling to compromise with Muggles and your own people, so you have no choice but to fight with them to the end. If you fight, you will die.

Good luck to you, Ronay."

He pretended to see off the guests, but Ravenclaw did not leave. She said: "I know that your ideas conflict with ours, but in fact, we have improved a lot. Politically, we have formed

We have formed two alliances, France and the Far North, and even established their own magic schools to teach young wizards magic. This has only happened in just five years, and we can do more."

"Since you are developing well, why come to me?"

"Magic schools have been established everywhere. The three of them and I also want to establish one in England to teach young wizards."

After a pause, Ravenclaw said: "But the four of us argued endlessly about who should be the principal. We couldn't make a decision for a long time. In the end, we all thought of you. No one is more suitable to be the principal of our magic school than you."

headmaster."

Silby couldn't help laughing, "You haven't given up on me after I gave up my choice last time."

"I miss you, Silby, and so do the other three. We all miss you."

Silby shook his head, "No need to say any more polite words. I'm curious, is it because of the war that you train young wizards?"

"Yes, we need more power, including yours of course."

Ravenclaw said: "I admit that we asked you to go back out of selfish motives, but I think you don't want to rot in this mountain forest and hang out with cows when you are at your strongest."

"I'm a Muggle, and I don't care if a descendant of Muggles enters the school."

"You can discuss this with Slytherin, I think he will compromise with you."

Silby sat down, tapping his fingers on the table, lost in thought. Ravenclaw did not disturb him, quietly waiting for his answer.

Finally, Silby finished his thinking, raised his head and said, "I can agree to your request and serve as the principal, but I also have a request."

"What request."
Chapter completed!