This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Vincent could vaguely hear the twins and Percy's voices before he went to bed.

Filch was probably on holiday tonight, otherwise he wouldn't have failed to catch the three of them.

"Do you want earmuffs?" Alfred split his Transfiguration spell into two.

"Thank you, I don't need it."

The magic level of his three roommates was ranked among the best in the grade.

Even Neville would be fine as long as he wasn't nervous.

"Snoring-snoring-"

Of course, this snoring was still unmatched.

Under heavy interference, Vincent still fell asleep.

But he had another dream.

In the dream, Tom, who had no nose, came back and shot him a bunch of green light.

Then he slashed with a sword and welded with electric welding, and finally got a chance for Harry, who was holding an anti-tank gun.

"Bang" sounded, and this time, not to mention the nose, even the fingernails were not left.

Resurrection?

Vincent was suddenly awakened.

No matter what method Voldemort uses to resurrect, as long as he can imprison the soul, it will be fine.

This is the idea, but it has to be related to dark magic.

"Ahaha - it's already dawn."

He stretched and felt that his idea was still a little immature.

If imprisoning the soul is useful, Voldemort probably won't live to the last movie with Dumbledore's shrewd character.

So it's either not possible or it can't be.

After washing up, the time came to 7:30.

It's reasonable for the little wizard to bring some self-defense weapons when going out.

In addition to the wooden box that was still unpacked, he took Browning and Enfield.

Oh, and Lucy's small self-defense dagger.

They were all put into the small cloth bag.

And they were not shrunk, and no magic was applied.

Many students in the common room dragged their luggage out.

They all went to Hogsmeade Station and took the Hogwarts Express home.

Vincent stuffed all his luggage into a small cloth bag, and he didn't look like he was going out at all.

He turned right and then left, and stopped in front of the gargoyle.

"Sizzle honey candy."

Standing on the automatic revolving elevator, just by seeing the closed door of the headmaster's office, he could be sure that Dumbledore was not there.

He turned the handle and pushed the door open and walked in.

Fawkes was not there either, but the Sorting Hat stood up straight as if awakened.

"Good morning, Mr. Hat."

"Good morning, Vincent."

The portraits of the former headmasters were still snoring.

Standing below, Vincent suspected that they were just pretending to sleep.

He leaned over to the portrait of Phineas and stared at it for a long time, and turned around when he didn't find anything unusual.

"Mr. Hat, are they always like this?"

"I can't answer you." The Sorting Hat bent slightly.

Vincent, who understood, came to the desk.

There was a large black-covered book on it.

It felt very elastic, like the skin of a living person without temperature.

"The Secret of Advanced Dark Magic?"

The Sorting Hat opened its mouth wide when he picked it up, "Stop it, kid, this is--"

Vincent opened it without any abnormality.

"Why, Mr. Hat?"

"Are you okay?"

"This picture looks scary."

The snoring portraits all closed their eyes instantly.

The tilted Sorting Hat straightened back, "Well, magic targeting the soul is useless to you."

Vincent, who was originally in a good mood, frowned.

Dumbledore, this guy, is testing him again.

This is the fourth time, even Neville has to be angry.

Just when he was angry, a large flame suddenly appeared behind him.

The figure who walked out was Dumbledore with a crooked nose.

Fawkes standing on his shoulder was much bigger.

"Professor, trust is relative."

"Of course." Dumbledore didn't look at the rolled-up eyes, "This is just an ultimate test."

Vincent closed the book and put it back on the desk as if it was hot.

"I've registered with Tom. Death Eaters can't be so degraded as to recruit underage wizards from Muggle-born families, right?"

"It's not because of this reason." Dumbledore's eyes were clear, "I didn't pay enough attention to Tom's condition, which eventually led to the emergence of Voldemort.

If it were you, I believe you would definitely be more cautious than me."

Vincent rolled his eyes again, "I will choose a suitable time to share some little secrets appropriately."

"Yes, I think so too." Dumbledore blinked.

"Is it now?"

"No, I have something to do later."

Vincent raised his hand and looked at his watch, "Professor, it's almost 8 o'clock."

"Take my hand."

He stretched out his hand and just put it on the sky blue robe, and a warm current enveloped his whole body.

In the light of the fire, the two disappeared in the headmaster's office.

Apparition is a high-level magic that disappears from one place and appears in another place.

It requires remembering three Ds, namely the destination.

If you move people, it is called follower apparition.

The entire Hogwarts castle and its surroundings are equipped with anti-apparition spells.

But it cannot stop some magical creatures.

For example, house elves,

For example, phoenixes.

Vincent did not feel any discomfort when he appeared in a wilderness.

Perhaps it was because of the training since childhood, or because of his talent.

Dumbledore did not think it was strange.

"Professor, can I learn Apparition now?"

"In two years, at least I have to have a deeper understanding of space."

"Okay." Vincent looked into the distance, "Is this Mr. Flamel's home?"

"It should be the door of the house." Dumbledore raised his hand and pointed forward, "You can see them after passing through this special magic barrier."

"They?"

"Nico and Perenelle."

He seemed to suddenly remember something, "By the way, remember to shake hands with them gently later."

Before Vincent asked why, he heard several harsh sonic booms behind him.

He looked back and found seven more black and white vortices.

"My important business has arrived." Dumbledore seemed very calm, as if he knew all this in advance.

The first person to come out of the vortex was Fudge in a dark blue suit.

Umbridge in pink followed.

Kings came out with four Aurors.

The most eye-catching person was a gray-haired old man.

His face was covered with scars, his mouth was crooked, a small piece of flesh was missing from his nose, and his big blue eye on the left side, which was obviously a prosthetic eye, kept blinking.

He limped forward with a cane.

Vincent's scalp was numb from being stared at.

Under this big eye, he felt as if he was being seen through.

"Alastor--"

Dumbledore smiled bitterly and shook his head, "He is Vincent Wayne, the real deal."

"I know, I'm just remembering some features." The voice was rough and low.

Vincent looked at Dumbledore inquiringly.

"He is Alastor Moody, a legendary Auror."

"It's almost over." Moody retracted his gaze, "I will officially retire at the end of the year, and this is my last mission."

The last mission of a legendary Auror?

Vincent glanced at Fudge, who looked solemn, and immediately felt that the important matter Dumbledore mentioned might not be that simple.

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