This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Dumbledore returned to school quietly. ♦♦  ♦♦

He has been very busy recently.

Not only did he have to investigate Voldemort's whereabouts, but he also had to find the magic that could allow the soul to leave the body and survive for a long time.

He and Fawkes appeared in the principal's office, and the man and the bird were stunned on the spot.

The picture frame was repaired, but the antique table was not.

"Albus, hurry to the hall!" Armando's tone was very urgent, "It's him, him when he was a student!"

Dumbledore instantly eliminated 22 kinds of magic in his mind, but there were still 16 kinds left.

Although he wanted to eliminate them one by one, time did not allow him to do so.

The man and the bird that came out of the red flame were stunned again.

All the teachers and students in the school were having breakfast, and Tom didn't even see a ghost.

"You're back, Albus." McGonagall at the staff table stood up and walked towards him.

Dumbledore found that she was different from before, and it should be said that everyone present seemed to have experienced something.

"He opened the Chamber of Secrets and released this thing, and then tried to trap us inside..."

The small bottle in her hand made him realize the seriousness of the matter.

Just because nothing happened before doesn't mean it will always be safe.

Only Filch and Mrs. Norris were petrified, which was a blessing in disguise.

After he roughly understood the whole thing, he turned his attention to the Gryffindor table.

Harry was not injured, and he just looked a little frightened.

Vincent ate breakfast as if nothing had happened, and winked at him mischievously.

"Have they come back?"

"Yes, I just lent him the vial for 5 minutes."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows at him slightly, "I thought I could solve the problem of the Forbidden Forest once and for all. Is Hagrid very touched?"

"Yes." McGonagall's expression was a little unnatural, "Vincent said that the Forbidden Forest should maintain diversity, and species that are too rampant need to release natural enemies to balance the number."

"Very reasonable suggestions, any more?"

"Half a horn, preferably a complete horn."

Dumbledore nodded slightly with his eyes twitching, "Have you notified Cornelius?"

"It's on the way, maybe it's coming soon." McGonagall's eyes were a little lonely,

"Albus, did you know that Gilderoy was related to him a long time ago?"

"No, I just wanted to expose a liar, but I didn't expect to attract a bigger liar."

She frowned and pursed her lips, "I think Gilderoy will be charged with many crimes besides being a liar."

Hagrid was like this fifty years ago.

The Ministry of Magic at that time was in urgent need of a scapegoat, and Tom's report was particularly timely.

Fudge is a qualified politician, there is no reason for him to let Lockhart go.

"I hope he can learn a lesson."

The smile on McGonagall's face flashed, and then she became serious, "Albus, about this-"

She tried to suppress the excitement in her heart, "Gilderoy has been sucked away too much vitality, plus a little shock, and his head has been hit several times-"

She paused, as if to organize a more rigorous statement.

"In short, Gilderoy's situation is very bad, I'm afraid it will be the same as Quirinus."

Dumbledore looked at Vincent again.

It was unlucky - it was quite difficult to find a suitable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and after this incident, I'm afraid even his favors would not work.

Lockhart himself has big problems, and he is stubborn enough. According to the original plan, he was supposed to stay until the end of the school year.

However, plans cannot keep up with changes, and no matter how stubborn he is, he can only stay a little longer than Quirrell for half a month.

Defense Against the Dark Arts professor nemesis?

Vincent raised his head with a sense of something and blinked at him in confusion.

"Ah - I'll go see Gilderoy first. If Cornelius and the others come, remember to call Vincent over as well."

McGonagall suppressed her laughter, "I will, Albus."

Dumbledore came in a hurry, but was a little depressed when he left.

Newt?

No, he has to get past Tina.

Alastor?

It's not even a year since he retired, so let's wait a little longer.

Aberforth?

My own brother, forget it.

Gellert?

I'm a little excited just thinking about it.

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Today is Tuesday, a Tuesday without classes.

Unfortunately, there is only one day, and tomorrow's Potions class will still be held as usual.

After breakfast, Vincent brought the diary that was almost broken in half to the kitchen.

When Dobby saw it and began to step back in fear, some of the missing details had been answered.

Lockhart specifically said that it was before he became famous, and even after he became famous, Voldemort might not take him seriously.

Tom's diary can only belong to the Malfoy family.

Maybe it was because of the search led by Arthur during the summer vacation, or because Lockhart injured his nose. In short, Lucius did it on purpose.

Combined with the conspiracy that Dobby said, I'm afraid that without these unexpected factors, the diary would appear in Hogwarts sooner or later.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, has always been Vincent's way of dealing with things.

Several brass bullets engraved with magic circuits;

Hermione and his fragile little heart were hurt;

The happy night time of the six little ones was wasted;

The Acromantulas were scared away by the Basilisk;

All the teachers and students in the school spent a night in fear...

Lucius had to pay for these extremely serious losses.

"Dobby, do you long for freedom?" Vincent tried to make his expression as friendly as possible.

"Dobby—Dobby doesn't dare think—"

"If you're free, you can visit Harry anytime."

"Mr. Wayne, is this true?" Dobby's eyes as big as a pair of light bulbs were full of yearning.

"Of course it's true, I just need you to cooperate with me a little bit."

Dobby nodded seriously, "Mr. Wayne, how should Dobby cooperate with you?"

The corners of Vincent's mouth raised slightly, and he bent down to whisper a few words into his big bat-like ears.

"No lies, just a slightly different angle of description."

"Dobby understands."

Before leaving the kitchen, Vincent glanced at the hundreds of house elves one by one.

Voldemort was so arrogant that he didn't take advantage of their special movement method.

If it were him, it would not take much time to occupy the British Isles or even the entire Europe.

There is only one Dumbledore, and there is only one Fawkes.

"Ignorance and ignorance are not the biggest obstacles to survival, arrogance is -"

With these light words, Vincent walked out of the kitchen.

When he came to the auditorium, he was stopped by Mag.

"Albus wants you to come to his office."

"Well, did he say why?"

"People from the Ministry of Magic are here too."

Vincent blinked his big eyes, and suddenly felt like a light on his back.

Your principal is indeed your principal, and you can easily figure out his little thoughts.

It's been two years in a row, so the Ministry of Magic should give something practical.

Otherwise, he will add a new faction to the upcoming Gwent card and change Fudge's skills to be more flashy.

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