This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Who 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, don't feel the body."

Just put my hand on it,

It was as if 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.

With the calculations 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 that I want 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..."

Dumbledore was unresponsive, even interested.

In Snape's version, he was the provocative little rascal 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?

Childhood sweethearts can't stand up to a domineering president?

If this happened to Vincent, he would pull him over with a ruthless iron hand.

Then left hook and right hook,

Then follow up with 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 one more question? "

"no,

This involved Severus' privacy. "

Vincent pouted, "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 will not be a bad person in the true sense."

"Professor, I understand."

The targeting 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.

"Look 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 him could not be a bad person, he was 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 look slowly and carefully." Dumbledore paused.

"The world is big,

What you see is only a very 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 was shot off, and he had only used the Imperius Curse that day.

But he chose to turn a blind eye.

Not for fame or profit?

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

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

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

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

Dumbledore walked up to him and said, "Ni may have taught you much more than 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 had even thought of a reason for rejection, and that was it?

"Do you have any more questions?"

"No." He pointed his wand at the orichalcum bullets with a guilty conscience, "The teacher did teach me a lot." "That's good." Dumbledore turned and walked towards the mithril basin.

With the right time, right place and right people, Trelawney's prediction did not come true.

Could it be in the future?

Before the magic circuit was engraved a few times, the orichalcum bullets began to smoke again.

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

"No, professor." Vincent picked up the fourth one, "Does the basin just now have a name?"

"Pensieve.

It will vividly present the memory, using every detail buried in the subconscious to faithfully reproduce the memory, and then allow the memory owner or the second party to enter the memory."

"Oh." He remembered that there seemed to be a basin of different materials in the bat cave.

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

"Oh."

"Several of my old friends like Gwent very much."

"Oh."

"I agree to the application for the campus competition, but the time of the event must be separated from the Quidditch competition."

"Oh."

Dumbledore stared at him absent-mindedly with a smile.

"Your Order of Merlin has passed the review."

"Oh-ah?" Vincent straightened up instantly, "Professor, is it the first level?"

"No." Dumbledore's mouth twitched slightly.

"Connelly and I tried our best to apply, but unfortunately the Wizengamot only agreed to issue the second level medal on the grounds that I was too young."

Old Malfoy probably can't extend his tentacles to the inside of the Wizengamot.

If it was Voldemort who was repelled instead of Quirrell, I'm afraid this first level medal would be awarded even if he begged for it.

So all this is Fudge's fault!

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