บท 1241: Headmaster Wulfric’s concern about Harry

In a room cluttered with parchments, tables laden with various cauldrons, and the soft glow of lanterns casting shadows on the walls, Layla found herself seated comfortably. Her gaze was fixed on a white dragon, small in form, perched atop one of the lanterns, its scales shimmering in the dim light.

As the door creaked open, she turned to greet the newcomer, a kind old man with a white beard and hair, his eyes peering through glasses. 

"Headmaster Wulfric," she greeted him with a warm smile.

"Ah, Layla," Wulfric responded with equal warmth, closing the door gently behind him. "How is Harry doing at your home?"

"He's a good boy, growing up faster than I'd ever expected," Layla replied, a hint of pride in her voice.

Wulfric's smile broadened, a soft sigh escaping him. "He's a tough kid. His experiences... they'll shape him into a great man." Yet, as he spoke, Layla noticed a shadow of something else flicker in his eyes—something like turmoil.