From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

At this time, Calvin was chatting with Professor Flitwick, the dean of Ravenclaw, in the auditorium. The short wizard almost fainted with excitement when he saw Calvin: "Calvin!"

"Young genius wizard. Although you have only studied at Hogwarts for one year, your talent shocked me. I have never seen a wizard as smart as you until now."

Professor Flitwick was very affectionate and treated the young wizards of all colleges equally. He also helped Calvin a lot, and Calvin had a good impression of him.

"Oh, Professor, I'm glad we can meet again at Hogwarts." Calvin lowered his head and said hello to Professor Flitwick.

"Yes, Calvin, it would be better if you graduated from Hogwarts." Professor Flitwick waved his arms enthusiastically.

Calvin smiled: "I have always regarded myself as a student at Hogwarts."

"Dumbledore asked you to meet him, he's from Beauxbatons." Snape's voice sounded faintly behind Calvin, and he didn't know when he came over.

"Senior, I suggest you smile more and don't let others mistake you for a dark wizard." Calvin turned to look at Snape, who had a gloomy face, leaned into his ear, and whispered, "I heard

Senior Lily's son is coming to Hogwarts this year, so you don't just plan to see him like this."

"You," Snape raised his hand from his sleeve to point at Calvin, but was held by him. "Senior, you don't want the Boy Who Lived to know about you and his mother, right?" Calvin's voice said.

It sounded to Snape like a demon's whisper.

"Either you shut up, or I'll shut up for you."

"Of course, you are my most beloved senior." Calvin winked playfully at Snape, but Snape was about to explode with anger, "Goodbye Professor Flitwick, we will talk at the dinner."

Calvin Cape is just a bastard who will end up in Azkaban sooner or later! Snape thought as he looked at Calvin's back.

Soon Calvin came to the door of the principal's office, and the two stone beasts took the initiative to give way to the passage.

Calvin walked into the office. Just like last time, Dumbledore was still working with his head down. When he saw Calvin coming, he said: "Ah, Calvin, you are here, please sit down."

"Professor, I thought you weren't in school." Calvin said easily, "Professor McGonagall complained to me that you left all the work to her."

"Professor McGonagall is a serious, serious and responsible witch. I feel reassured that she manages the school for me." Dumbledore felt helpless and floated his wand and a cup of hot tea in front of Calvin.

"I'm afraid Professor McGonagall won't think so." Calvin smiled and took a sip of tea, "She doesn't even have time to watch her favorite Quidditch."

"Okay, I admit that I gave most of the work to her." Dumbledore muttered, and then said seriously: "Calvin, I just came back from Albania."

Calvin put down the teacup and suppressed his frivolous smile: "Are you looking for Voldemort? Are there any clues?"

Dumbledore shook his head: "No, I didn't find Voldemort at any of the locations you provided."

"Impossible," Calvin frowned, "I have encountered Voldemort many times in those forests. Didn't he find him nearby?"

"But I did find some traces of dark magic. I think those dark magic were left by Voldemort." Dumbledore said softly, "It has been at least half a year."

"Is he dead? No, no. Voldemort doesn't die that easily." Calvin raised his head and looked at Dumbledore with some surprise.

Dumbledore nodded slowly: "I think he has found a way to be resurrected."

"The way to resurrect, the way to resurrect. Oh my God, the Philosopher's Stone." Calvin thought about it and said to himself, "I have to tell the teacher quickly."

"Oh, you don't have to worry about this," Dumbledore's expression softened a little, "I already met Nicolas Flamel in July, and he gave me the Philosopher's Stone for safekeeping."

"Really, really? That's great." Calvin was relieved, after all, this was Dumbledore, "Then where is it now? Gringotts?"

"At Hogwarts, Voldemort was actually targeting the Philosopher's Stone. In July, I stored the Philosopher's Stone in Gringotts. A black-robed wizard attacked Gringotts and wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

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"Have you caught the black-robed wizard? Do you know who he is?" Calvin thought of some possible answers, but he rejected them.

"No, but I already have some guesses." After saying that, Dumbledore was silent for a moment, staring at Calvin through the lenses with his blue eyes.

Calvin understood what Dumbledore meant, but there was no need for him to prove his innocence. He took a sip of tea and asked calmly: "Professor Dumbledore, you don't doubt me, do you?"

"I have indeed thought about this possibility, but Nicolas Flamel guarantees me that you will never be bewitched by Voldemort, and you will never degenerate into a dark wizard." Dumbledore withdrew his gaze and said softly, "More importantly,

I believe in you too, Calvin Cape."

Calvin smiled and drank all the tea in the cup: "Even without Nico Flamel's guarantee, I will never succumb to Voldemort."

"Yes, if you wanted, you could have joined the Death Eaters more than ten years ago," Dumbledore smiled: "Calvin, since I have decided to hire you as a professor, I will absolutely trust you. This is me

For more than a hundred years, it has been possible to do things without magic."

"Professor? Am I not a substitute teacher?"

"I believe you." Dumbledore waved his wand, the parchment and quills on the table jumped up, and soon a beautiful letter of appointment appeared in front of Calvin.

"Your letter of appointment, Professor Capet."

Calvin calmly took the appointment letter with both hands: "I will do my duty, Principal Dumbledore."

"This is best." Dumbledore crossed his hands on his chest and looked at the young man kindly, "Oh, by the way, Calvin, are you willing to do me a favor?"

"Of course, of course." Calvin agreed, "What do you need from me?"

"Can you help me design a mechanism to protect the magic stone?"

"This is simple." Calvin took out two rolls of white paper, a bottle of ink, and several pens with hair tips from his sleeves.

Dumbledore recognized that this was a brush used by wizards in the Far East for painting and writing. However, Dumbledore was curious as to how Calvin could put so many things in his sleeves.

Calvin noticed that Dumbledore was staring at his sleeves, so he took out two pairs of thick wool socks from the sleeves and handed them to the old principal: "I originally planned to give them to you for Christmas, but it might be too hot to wear them now."

Dumbledore took the woolen socks with a smile: "It doesn't matter, the autumn in Scotland is also very cold, I will be able to use them soon. Did you use the Seamless Stretching Charm on your sleeves? No, not really?"

"Principal, why don't you take a guess?" Calvin wanted to test this centenarian.