A day at Hogwarts.

In the morning, Dumbledore sat at his desk, picked up the steaming morning tea, took a small sip, felt the strong tea flavor blooming on the tip of his tongue, and the muscles on his cheeks trembled slightly.His eyes fell on the parchment on the table, and he drank another big mouthful of strong tea, so that his slightly tired eyes finally returned to their usual shrewdness.

"What a strange thing, you actually drink strong tea early in the morning?" A lazy taunt came from the right, "A cup of milk tea with enough honey is more suitable for you!

"I need to keep my brain awake." Dumbledore didn't care about Phineas' sarcasm at all. "To be honest, it's not easy for an old man who has lived for a century and often suffers from insomnia."

"It seems that you have guests this morning." The old witch with curly silver hair said gently.

"a student."

"It really surprised me, let me guess which student was able to be received so solemnly by the famous Albus Dumbledore?" Phineas, who was wearing a nightgown, said in an exaggerated tone: "I guess not Your precious savior, Harry Potter, is that greedy brat named Albert Anderson."

"Come on, Phineas." The fat wizard with a red nose yawned and said, "I remember you respected that Mr. Anderson last time."

Dumbledore didn't pay attention to the daily communication between the portraits of the past principals, and his eyes couldn't help falling on the parchment. The sender was called Albert Anderson, and the content probably meant that the other party wanted to visit him on weekend mornings.

In Dumbledore's impression, this Mr. Anderson obviously would not come to see him if he had nothing to do, and more often he invited the other party to come over for tea, but now the other party came to visit him on his own initiative, obviously something happened.

Dumbledore didn't have to wait long before the oak door of the headmaster's room was knocked on time.

"Come in." Dumbledore raised his voice slightly.

"Good morning, Professor Dumbledore." Albert pushed open the door and walked into the principal's office.

"Ah, good morning, Mr. Anderson, please sit down and have something to drink." Dumbledore asked with a smile.

"A cup of black tea, thank you."

Albert reached out to take the steaming black tea that Dumbledore created out of thin air, took a sip, and said straight to the point: "My instinct tells me that the third project will be very dangerous."

Dumbledore didn't speak, and listened to Albert quietly. The portraits in the principal's office who were pretending to be asleep also raised their ears to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two.

"You know, I can do divination, and I trust my feelings more in certain things." Albert looked up at Dumbledore, and continued, "This Triwizard Tournament is abnormal, and there is No.4 Warriors, although the game has not had any surprises so far, it also means that the biggest surprise is in the third event."

"Do you think something bad will happen in the third project?" Dumbledore asked tentatively

"This is an inevitable result, I think you should be able to guess." Albert looked at the old man in front of him and said calmly: "And this matter may affect me, and even endanger my life."

"Honestly, this surprised me." Dumbledore was a little surprised.

"You feel that your life is threatened, and you ran over to Dumbledore for help?" Phineas' lazily voice came from the portrait.

"I don't know when you lost the most basic manners, Phineas." A shrewd-eyed witch raised a very thick wand and said.

"You can think of it this way, after all, a good life has just begun," Albert said calmly, not caring about Phineas' sarcasm, "There is no need to lose your life for a championship."

"Since when did prudence get involved in Gryffindor?" Phineas said, dodging the approaching wand.

"Prudence can make me live longer, and this has nothing to do with the academy, it's just a matter of personality." Albert looked at Phineas who was being chased by the witch with great interest.

"The Triwizard Tournament cannot be cancelled."

Dumbledore thought about what Albert said just now. He didn't actually suspect that Albert was lying, because Nicole Flamel could also detect the crisis before it came.

"I need to strengthen my own strength." Albert had a showdown, "I want to learn from you combat skills, experience and combat skills in dealing with dark wizards."

"As far as I know, you are already quite good at this." Dumbledore did not immediately refuse, but was surprised that Albert would find himself because of this matter.

"I have indeed mastered a lot of magic, and I think my strength is not bad, but knowing magic and being able to use combat flexibly are two different things." Albert looked at the old man in front of him and said calmly: "The inexperience caused by my youth is my inexperience. The biggest problem now is that I can't fully display my ability, and it is irresponsible for my life to go to the battlefield without experience."

"The battlefield? I think you're taking this matter too seriously, Mr. Anderson." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Is it serious? I don't think so." Albert said while drinking black tea, "I never thought that the third event of the Triwizard Tournament could pose a threat to me. After all, the event is just Competition items, even if it is dangerous, otherwise the other warriors would have died long ago.”

"And I actually had a premonition that the third project would bring me life-threatening. It could only be due to other factors. This matter is actually not difficult to guess. It must be related to Potter becoming a warrior, and the matter related to Potter, The mysterious man will definitely be involved, I think the threat this time should come from the mysterious man and his minions."

"I don't think Voldemort is so stupid as to break into Hogwarts by himself." Dumbledore shook his head.

Albert looked at the old man calmly, a little unhappy in his heart, because talking to smart people sometimes doesn't need to beat around the bush, unless you treat others as fools.

Don't you know it's impossible to be Voldemort?

Dumbledore's meaning was already obvious. Although he didn't report any expectations from the beginning, he still agreed: "The mysterious man would not dare to go to Hogwarts. We all know that the mysterious man is afraid of you."

"You flatter me too much," said Dumbledore quietly.

"No, this is not flattery. As the most powerful wizard in the magic world, your strength and experience are beyond doubt." Albert picked up the teacup and drank the black tea in it, stood up and said, "Excuse me, I wish you a happy weekend ,professor."

"Why don't you go to Professor Moody? I think he is more suitable to teach you fighting skills, that is the job of Auror." Dumbledore asked when Albert opened the door and was about to leave, "I miss you Should be clear about Professor Moody."

"Professor Moody is indeed a good choice, but... I don't believe him." Albert closed the door of the principal's office with his backhand.

"It's not very wise of you Dumbledore to do this!" Phineas looked at Albert's leaving back, then looked at Dumbledore who was drinking tea and said, "I dare say that kid will definitely hate you."

"He's not as petty as you think," said Dumbledore calmly.

"Actually, I don't understand why you refused. That guy insists on giving as much as he gets." Phineas's expression became more and more strange, "I know this from my contact with that kid. If you are willing to teach him some fighting skills, that kid will definitely repay you."

Dumbledore didn't speak, and didn't know what he was thinking.

"I just don't want to hurt him."

"Kill him?" Phineas deliberately elongated his tone, "Hypocrisy..."

"Shut up Phineas, Dumbledore has his own considerations." The witch raised an extremely thick wand and slammed it on Phineas' head, causing Phineas to cover his head with his hands in pain.

"You're so interested in a Muggle-born wizard." The red-nosed wizard thought it was abnormal.

"Muggle wizard, hell, do you really believe that guy is a Muggle wizard?" Phineas rubbed his head and sneered: "Do you really think that a Muggle wizard can get a Wizengamot position at that age? ? Not even Dumbledore at his age."

The portraits all sensed that something was wrong, this kind of thing was really abnormal, there must be some reason they didn't know.

"Say it yourself, or should I let you speak." The witch threatened, waving her wand.

"That guy should be a descendant of the Smith family, and he is a direct line, so let Muggle wizards go to hell, this kind of thing is just a fool who doesn't know anything, I dare say Dumbledore must know him true identity."

Since being slapped hard, Phineas naturally didn't do nothing, he used his own network, and finally got some clues.

"Although I don't want to admit it, that Anderson is indeed an amazing guy. He is more like a Gryffindor than the group of muscular, arrogant Gryffindor students. I shy away from admitting my shortcomings, and try to make up for my shortcomings, instead of being complacent and arrogant because of the existing reputation and achievements."

"Don't you think that if you reject him, that guy won't find someone else to teach him fighting skills?"

From Phineas's point of view, Dumbledore was confused. A genius like Albert should undoubtedly win him over. The other party gave him a chance, but you didn't even know what to do. Isn't this confusion?

Dumbledore looked at Phineas with some surprise, not understanding why the other party spoke for Albert.

"Is there a problem?" Phineas asked back.

"No, I just didn't expect you to be so optimistic about him." Dumbledore said differently.

"Don't you like him?"

"I'm actually very optimistic about him, but I'm not suitable to teach him." Dumbledore shook his head.

"You are not suitable, who is suitable, that Moody who likes to catch dark wizards?" Phineas asked with raised eyebrows.

"Yes, Alastor is more suitable."

"Excuses." After Phineas finished speaking, he didn't bother to say any more, and went to sleep by himself.

This is not an excuse. As a former Auror, Alastor has experienced many battles. In Dumbledore's opinion, he is more suitable to teach Albert than himself. However, what he finally got from Albert is: I don't believe him.

Dumbledore ignored one thing, how could Albert have not considered Alastor Moody?

Dumbledore got up and walked to the fireplace, sprinkled a pinch of floo powder, and said to the rising flames, "Severus, please come to the office."

A few minutes later, the Potions professor walked into the headmaster's office from the green flame rising from the fireplace, his brows were troubled.

"Mr. Albert feels that the third project may have an accident that threatens his life." Dumbledore said to Snape, "He hopes that I can teach him fighting skills, but I am not suitable, you know I'm already a..."

"I still have potions simmering in my cauldron, so you'd better make a long story short."

"I want you to teach Anderson fighting skills. You know, he is too young and has little experience in this area."

"That guy doesn't need anyone to teach him at all. He is very powerful. I suspect that even the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic are not necessarily his opponents." Although Snape didn't like Albert, he still spoke highly of Albert. .

"He lacks experience in fighting wizards." Dumbledore reminded kindly.

"Then you should send Anderson to that old fellow Moody, he is more suitable." Snape said impatiently.

"He doesn't trust Moody," said Dumbledore helplessly.

Snape's face moved, and he said softly, "Don't believe me?"

"Yes, he doesn't believe it." Dumbledore said helplessly.

"Maybe, he thinks that guy is suspicious." Snape twitched his lips, in a good mood.

"How?" Dumbledore asked, "I think Mr. Anderson's talent should not take up too much of your time."

"Fine." Snape finally agreed.