This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Chapter 90 Chatting with Dumbledore

There is a gargoyle on the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle.

It serves as the gatekeeper to the principal's office and is a rather delicate work of art.

"Professor Dumbledore's taste—"

Vincent, who was wearing casual clothes, thought for a long time before reaching out and touching it.

"I think he would like something more abstract."

Hermione, who was holding the notebook, let go of one hand and tiptoed to touch the gargoyle's head.

"This is just an ordinary decoration."

"Maybe."

Vincent withdrew his hand and said the password to enter: "Pumpkin candy."

The gargoyle stone beast trembled slightly and jumped to the side to reveal the slowly cracking wall behind it.

An automatically upward spiral staircase came into view.

"Professor, are you there?"

No one answered.

Vincent and Hermione walked in.

A large table in the principal's office is filled with all kinds of strange and somewhat abstract small objects.

Some of them were spinning, and some were making very funny noises.

"Professor Dumbledore appears to be absent."

Vincent walked over to the snoring portraits.

"They are all old principals from the past."

Hermione pointed to one of them, "This is Armando Dippet, the professor's former headmaster."

She moved to the other picture next to her, "This is Phineas Nigellus Black, the previous headmaster."

"Oh." Vincent noticed that the corners of Phineas' principal's mouth twitched, and even his eyelids were trembling slightly.

"Blake..." He moved his gaze behind the door.

A strange old red bird stood on a perch.

Vincent came to it and took out his wand.

"Phoenix!?" Hermione's eyes moved between the strange bird and the staff handle.

In addition to the different length of tail feathers, there are many details that are different between the two.

"Oh, this is the Phoenix in Asia, right?" Dumbledore quietly appeared behind the two of them.

Compared to Hermione who was at a loss, Vincent put away his wand calmly.

"Professor, does it have a name?"

"Fox.

She hasn't been very energetic lately, and she should be reborn from the ashes soon. "

Dumbledore turned around and walked towards another small table.

"Hello, Fox." Vincent greeted before following him.

Fox opened his eyes briefly, then closed them again.

As soon as Hermione came to the table, she opened her notebook and looked at the opposite side, "Professor, we are going to conduct a maximum size test of transfiguration today."

"There's no rush." ​​Dumbledore waved his hand and conjured up a small saucer filled with candy.

"Sit down and chat first. I just finished breakfast."

He picked up a piece of yellow-green candy and put it in his mouth.

"Hmm - it tastes pretty good."

Vincent could clearly see the corners of his eyes twitching slightly.

Hermione picked one up and put it in her mouth, and instantly she winced with soreness.

"Professor, this wasn't created by magic, was it?"

Dumbledore nodded slightly, "Vincent, you already have some small privileges of the headmaster.

"Yes - yes?" Vincent shifted his gaze to the shelf behind him.

There lay a dirty Sorting Hat and an ornate sword inlaid with rubies.

Dumbledore followed his gaze and turned away, "This is one of Godric Gryffindor's relics.

A sword tailor-made for him by Legnac I, the most skilled silversmith among the elves. "

"Is it sterling silver?"

"Elves have incredible skills and can process any metal to make it indestructible."

Vincent stood up and looked at it with interest.

"Hi~" The Sorting Hat bent from the crack, "Boy, we meet again."

He bowed slightly and said, "Hello, Mr. Hat."

After a few brief exchanges, he sat back obediently.

According to legend, not everyone can use this sword.

Only a true Gryffindor can pull it out.

Vincent looked at Dumbledore eagerly.

"My child, it has no scabbard."

He turned to the grinning Sorting Hat.

They are all relics of Gryffindor, so the sword is probably kept in the hat.

Dumbledore gave him a small look of appreciation.

But Vincent blinked.

"Go ahead." Dumbledore stood up with a smile.

He put the sword into the Sorting Hat.

"Invisible Stretching Charm?"

"more than."

Vincent held the Sorting Hat and found that the weight was no different from before.

Such high-end magic shows how powerful the founders were nearly a thousand years ago.

If given the chance, he would really like to see every relic of theirs.

It is a pity that except for the two pieces in front of me, the others have disappeared in the long river of history.

"Professor, what should I do?"

"Put your hand in, and if it thinks you're qualified, you'll feel the hilt of its sword."

"What if it fails?" Vincent withdrew his right hand from the brim of his hat, "Could he have touched the blade of the sword?"

"Of course not."

Dumbledore looked at Hermione who was also very interested, "Miss Granger, don't you want to give it a try?"

"No, Professor." She said this, but her eyes were always focused on the Sorting Hat.

Dumbledore, who smiled and said nothing, watched Vincent put his right hand in little by little.

"Uh-I failed."

Vincent lowered his head.

A portrait quietly opened its eyes.

Just when Hermione wanted to say something to comfort her, he suddenly pulled his hand out.

Along with a sword.

"Surprised?"

Vincent, who received a pair of white eyes, was feeling the wonderful touch of it.

It must be said that the goblins' craftsmanship is really amazing.

They can make such a pure silver sword indestructible, and it is not even as heavy as his "Lucy" made with modern technology.

"Are you sure you don't want to try it?"

Vincent put the sword back into the Sorting Hat and handed it to Hermione who turned her head aside.

"I'm not interested in these." She took a sneak peek and then quickly calmed down.

He shrugged at Dumbledore and put the Sorting Hat back on the shelf.

"You are a real Gryffindor, Vincent." Dumbledore glanced at a portrait with twisted features.

"Thank you, Professor." Vincent sat down very modestly.

"Don't you want to try the candy?"

He pushed the plate back, "Professor, I'm not interested in things that I know are bad."

Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully.

"I think it's time to announce the establishment of the Owl Club."

Vincent and Hermione were stunned.

"Having a healthy body means having the greatest freedom."

Dumbledore blinked mischievously, "I hope my students can stay away from illness and pain, and don't have to experience too much of those extremely heavy pains and tortures."

Vincent, who was the first to react, had an extremely unnatural expression.

Chat first?

It turned out to be a test first!

"Professor, should I understand?" He blinked his big eyes a little stupidly.

"Ha~" Dumbledore nodded and shook his head with a bitter smile, "Minerva is right, you are not a little wizard who is easy to fool."

Hermione, who seemed to understand, suddenly widened her eyes.

She moved her head stiffly to Vincent who was still pretending to be stupid.

After McGonagall fell, Dumbledore also fell?

But this weird atmosphere doesn’t seem like it.

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