This Hogwarts is not normal

What is the real Dark Lord?

First there has to be someone,

Then there will be more than just eh hehe,

In the end, it cannot be completely defeated.

The short-bearded Dumbledore eventually hired the young Trelawney.

Vincent understood that this was because the prophecy had been leaked and he wanted to protect her personal safety.

Voldemort conquered many places, but the only place he could not conquer was Hogwarts with Dumbledore.

"We have to leave." The bearded Dumbledore stretched out his hand to him, "Relax, there is no need to feel your body."

As soon as he put his hand on it, it seemed like something was pulling him.

I feel a little breathless, as if my face is submerged in water.

Vincent raised his head and opened his eyes to see Dumbledore smiling at him.

The calculations are going on one after another, I'm afraid it's not time to get straight to the point now.

"I have seen too many children. Some of them are excellent and some are smart."

Dumbledore used the elder wand to withdraw the thread of his memory, "But Vincent, you are the most unpredictable child I have ever seen."

"Professor, haven't you seen it through?"

Vincent, who chose to play dumb, glanced at the orichalcum bullet that had not yet engraved the magic circuit, "The real reason why I protect the Philosopher's Stone is indeed to learn alchemy from Mr. Flamel."

"Wouldn't this be a great Christmas present?"

"It's amazing, so amazing that I can't even imagine it."

"You have great potential, Vincent." Dumbledore pushed the memory back into his mind. "When I was in first grade, I didn't have the ability to fool the Potions Professor."

"Professor Snape is the leaker, right?"

Vincent's face was full of anger, "He is a big bad guy. He chased me from the dungeon to the eighth floor like a madman that night..."

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Dumbledore showed no reaction, and was even quite interested.

In Snape's version, he is the provocative little scoundrel professor.

"Then they went to Slytherin's dormitory and found a pot of Polyjuice Potion that was almost ready."

"Severus is not a bad person." Dumbledore raised the corner of his mouth as if he had seen through something, "He has made mistakes before, and he still regrets them."

Vincent's eyes widened, "Bat-Professor Snape really and Harry's mother..."

"They knew each other before they went to Hogwarts."

We met when we were eleven years old?

Childhood sweethearts no match for a domineering president?

If this happened to Vincent, he would be pulled over with a ruthless iron hand.

Then a left hook and a right hook, followed by the Pegasus Meteor Fist.

Finally, he rolled a big jade spiral pill with one hand and blasted the person into outer space.

"Professor, can I ask another question?"

"No, this involves Severus' privacy."

Vincent curled his lips, "I know even if you don't tell me, Professor Snape must be the one who got beaten."

"Ahem—" A moment of uneasiness flashed across Dumbledore's face, "Although he has a bad character, he is not a bad person in the true sense."

"Professor, I understand."

The focus is real, and the tension is also real.

Going to work as a double agent for Voldemort, in addition to atonement, should be to better protect Harry.

The anger had subsided, but Vincent suddenly became wary.

He looked at the smiling Dumbledore as pitifully as Little Red Riding Hood looked at the Big Bad Wolf.

"Professor, what do you want to do to me?"

This look directly made Dumbledore depressed.

What bad thoughts can an old man have?

"Vincent, what do you think of the wizarding world?"

I rambled here and there, but finally got it back.

"See with your eyes."

Dumbledore nodded indifferently, "I thought you would see it with your heart."

If he hadn't believed in his own abilities, Vincent would have really doubted that he had used Legilimency.

Although the centenarian in front of me cannot be a bad person, he is not a simple good person either.

He gave Vincent a very conflicting feeling.

Although he has the power to change, he would rather stay in the little Hogwarts.

"Professor, I still don't understand."

"Then watch slowly and carefully." Dumbledore paused.

"The world is very big, and what you see is only a small part of it."

Vincent was silent for a moment, "Professor, why don't you try it?"

"I'm not qualified." Dumbledore's blue eyes looked a little lonely, "Power is a highly corrosive poison."

Fudge is a good example.

Take Gryffindor's sword back for inspection and you will definitely find traces of the Killing Curse.

Quirrell's alder wand, which was shot off, had only been used with the Imperius Curse that day.

But he chose to turn a blind eye.

Not for fame or profit?

This is a misfortune for the Ministry of Magic and a misfortune for the entire magical world.

"Professor, I think this incident is just the beginning."

"Yes, Connelly has been very close to some people recently."

The number one suspect is definitely Draco's rich father.

Dumbledore walked up to him and said, "Nicholas may have taught you much more than just alchemy. I have learned a lot from him."

Vincent was a little stunned.

According to the normal routine, this time is undoubtedly the best opportunity to recruit a disciple.

He even thought of a reason for rejection, that's it?

"Do you still have any questions?"

"No." He picked up the wand and pointed it at the orichalcum bullet rather guiltily, "Teacher did teach me a lot."

"That's good." Dumbledore turned and walked towards the mithril basin.

The time was right, the place was right, and the people were there, but Trelawney's prophecy did not come true.

Could it be later?

Before the magic circuit had even been carved with a few strokes, the orichalcum bullet began to smoke again.

"Did I disturb you?" Dumbledore pointed his elder wand at the large basin and placed it back on the metal shelf.

"No, Professor." Vincent picked up the fourth one, "Does the big washbasin just now have a name?"

"Pensieve.

It will present the memory vividly and use every detail buried in the subconscious to faithfully reproduce the memory, thereby allowing the memory owner or a second party to access the memory."

"Oh." He remembered that the Batcave also seemed to have a large basin made of different materials.

Dumbledore shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I will talk to Severus after school starts."

"oh."

"Several of my old friends are very fond of Gwent."

"oh."

"I agree to the application for the campus competition, but it must be held at a time interval from the Quidditch match."

"oh."

Dumbledore smiled and stared at him absentmindedly.

"Your Order of Merlin has been approved."

"Oh - ah?" Vincent straightened up instantly, "Professor, are you level one?"

"No." The corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched slightly.

"Cornelly and I tried our best to apply, but unfortunately the Wizengamot only agreed to award the second-level medal because of our young age."

Old Malfoy probably can't extend his tentacles into the Wizengamot yet.

If it was clear that it was not Quirrell who had been defeated but Voldemort, this first-class medal would probably have to be awarded even if he begged.

So all this is Fudge's fault!

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