This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The 33rd floor of the Woolworth Building has always been the exclusive hospital for senior ministers.

The hospital that general members or ordinary wizards go to is Antispae Hospital located in the suburbs of Manhattan.

After arriving on the 33rd floor, Dumbledore underwent a brief inspection by the Aurors and then walked to Ward 7 where Vincent was located.

"Knock knock——"

"Come in."

The moment he appeared, Vincent knew his current weight.

"Professor? When did you come?"

"This morning." Dumbledore glanced at him casually, his eyes pausing on his chest.

"Mom, Dad, I'm hungry."

The Waynes both knew they had something to say.

Gugu blinked his big eyes.

"Little one, are you hungry too?" Evelin picked it up, "Professor Dumbledore, do you need to prepare lunch for you?"

"Thank you, Mrs. Wayne." Dumbledore declined the offer.

When she and Eric left the ward, he first took out the Elder Wand and waved it in a circle.

"How is he doing?"

“Better than expected.”

Vincent's description is spot on.

The daily life of the retired Dark Lord is realistically depicted.

"He has always had good taste." Dumbledore chuckled, "but I still have a hard time imagining him wearing white robes."

After chatting for a while, he focused his attention on the chest where the aura of black magic was coming from.

"Although it is very weak, I know this is his curse, and it is an unforgivable curse."

"Professor, it's the killing curse."

Vincent looked very calm, "I am a young wizard who can survive two Dark Lords' killing curses, although the price is a bit high."

Dumbledore came to the bed and sat down, "It turns out that his research on dark magic has reached this level.

Just enough to let the soul leave the body is just the limit of what you can bear. "

He just took a few glances and seemed to guess the purpose of the killing curse.

Vincent, who used magic in his soul state, not only realized the feeling of casting spells without a wand, but also experienced slight changes in his magic aura.

"Professor, I suddenly thought of a question!"

Vincent recalls a near-death experience.

The will of the universe in the dark space seems easy to talk about, but it is impossible to come back in the same way.

So, why is Voldemort still alive in a soul-like state?

Dumbledore had a look of astonishment on his face.

Twelve years ago it might have been the first time, but He could take away the soul by force.

No matter how strong your magic power is, if you wander outside, you will eventually return to where you belong.

"He reminded me." Dumbledore said to himself. "Of course, it may be a coincidence - but this possibility is very high."

Vincent was a little confused, "Professor, what on earth are you talking about?"

“The secret of Tom still being alive.

He wanted to continue asking, but Dumbledore said nothing more.

"Cheapskate——" After muttering, he turned his face to the window.

Dumbledore smiled bitterly, "It's just a possibility now. I will satisfy your curiosity after confirming it."

Vincent moved his face back, "Professor, can I learn to Apparate now?"

"Oh - this is a sixth grade course."

"I have basically learned the silent spells of fifth grade. Even graduates may not be able to cast wandless spells. I just need more practice."

"Wait until you fully recover." Dumbledore gave a blank check.

What is recovery and what is perfection?

To translate, I don’t want you to think it, but the smiling principal opposite.

Vincent, who had a flat mouth, simply picked up the letter he received some time ago.

The first one is the Hogwarts book list.

["Standard Spells, Level 2" by Miranda Gorshak

Breaking with the Ghost by Gilderoy Lockhart

"Walking with Ghouls" by Gilderoy Lockhart

"Holiday with a Dominatrix" by Gilderoy Lockhart

"Walking with Trolls" by Gilderoy Lockhart

"A Voyage with a Vampire" by Gilderoy Lockhart

"Wandering with Werewolves" by Gilderoy Lockhart

"A Year with the Snowman" by Gilderoy Lockhart]

Vincent rolled his eyes at Dumbledore, "Professor, how many kickbacks have you received?"

"Oh—can I say I forgot about that?"

He didn't even believe a single punctuation mark.

Lockhart obviously wanted to sell these books to the students of Hogwarts in his capacity as Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

He has already thought about next year's new book, which is called "A Year with a Hogwarts Student".

The next year, Living with the Defense Against the Dark Arts Curse.

Vincent, who felt a chill for no reason, opened the second letter.

This was written by Fred and George the day before yesterday, inviting him to go to Diagon Alley next Wednesday to buy school supplies together.

The third letter was from Harry. In addition to thanking him for the birthday gift, he also mentioned the recent situation with the Dursleys.

The first half is okay, but the second half is a bit weird.

The workbook disappears and the wand always levitates on its own.

The next letter was from Harry.

He said he returned to the Burrow because he discovered that a house elf was responsible for everything.

He messed up the business of Vernon and the Masons, and always played tricks on the Dursleys for no apparent reason.

In order to avoid more misunderstandings, he decided to spend the rest of his vacation at the Burrow.

"Professor, do you know about this?"

Dumbledore shook his head, "House elves will not take the initiative to do things that hurt wizards. This is a mark engraved deep in their souls."

"Then someone instructed them." Vincent folded the two letters neatly.

No matter what, Weasley is one of the twenty-eight sacred families.

Even they don't have house elves. This kind of immoral thing of giving birth to a son without an asshole is probably done by some extreme pure-blooded masters.

The next letter is from Hermione.

She said that she had finished the second-year course by herself, and she also promised to go to Diagon Alley with Fred and others.

"Hmm--" Vincent was silent for a moment, and then put the letter back into the envelope.

Of course he knew that this was a low-level hint.

Probably because he saw the report from North America and couldn't wait to know the inside story.

When he was about to finish reading the letter, Eric and Evelyn came back.

The most common food in America, apart from hamburgers, is fried chicken.

But this is New York, the Manhattan area where the rich live.

This lunch is just one word, expensive!

Fortunately, the Magic Congress reimbursed it.

While enjoying the food, Vincent deliberately made various exclamations.

Dumbledore almost lost control.

When the last bite of pudding was eaten by Gugu, his expression was desperate.

"Professor, I feel embarrassed when you look at me like this."

"I'm sure there's nothing wrong with my eyes."

Dumbledore looked at Vincent with a smile that made him feel creepy.

If he could do it again, he would definitely eat that bite of pudding himself.

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