The White Lord Professor at Hogwarts

In the end, Dumbledore didn't tell him about Voldemort and became the Riddler.

"By the way, I guessed it right, you can actually use the Sword of Gryffindor," he changed the subject with a smile, "This is really a surprise. Filius has always said that you are a standard Ravenclaw. .”

"What...what is the relationship between the two?"

"If you want proof that you belong to Gryffindor, Ricardo, then I suggest you take a serious look at this."

Dumbledore reached over and took out the silver sword from the Sorting Hat and handed it to Ricardo.

Ricardo turned it appropriately, and the red gem shone in the firelight.Then he saw the name carved under the hilt. "Godric Gryffindor."

"Only a true Gryffindor could pull this one out of the hat, Ricardo," Professor Dumbledore said simply.

For a moment neither of them said a word.

"Is Gryffindor a god?" Ricardo suddenly asked.

"Well...probably not."

"Okay. Then I have to go back."

In fact, Ricardo knew very well that Voldemort was definitely not dead. After all, in the memory of black magic, Voldemort created several Horcruxes.

Dumbledore probably thought he didn't know this and didn't want to tell him too much, so he was vague.

Ricardo was just testing Dumbledore's attitude towards him.Now it seems that Dumbledore doesn't necessarily believe in him, so there is no need for him to say too much to Dumbledore.

After Ricardo left, Dumbledore let out a long breath and waved his wand, recalling the scene where he stopped Voldemort in Little Hamilton a year ago.

"The Black traitor was slandered and imprisoned... It seems that there is another hidden agenda in that matter."

"There hasn't been much happening lately...just let's find out about this."

……

The Great Hall was decked out in Slytherin green and silver to celebrate their seventh consecutive House Cup win.On the wall behind the guest table hung a huge banner depicting a Slytherin snake.

There was a sudden silence in the Great Hall - that's when Harry Potter walked in, and then suddenly everyone started talking loudly again.

"I heard that this little guy saved the world again?" Flitwick looked at Harry, his view blocked by those who stood up and stared at Harry.

"That's not the case." Ricardo smiled calmly and said in his heart, it's in his name.

Strictly speaking, it was indeed him, but why did he need such a false reputation?When Dumbledore took him to Nico Flamel, wasn't it a hidden deal?

Now that he has met his basic food and clothing needs, gaining stronger strength is what he needs to do now.

A moment later, Dumbledore also arrived, and the noise in the auditorium gradually died down.

"Another year has passed!" said Dumbledore cheerfully. "Before you enjoy these delicious dishes, I must trouble you to listen to an old man's cliché."

"What a wonderful year it has been! Your little minds must be richer than before. There is a whole summer vacation waiting for you, so that you can digest those things and keep them in your mind before the start of the next semester. Come out now.”

"As far as I know, we must first conduct the Academy Cup award ceremony. The specific scores of each academy are as follows: No. 4, Gryffindor, 370 two points; No. 3, Hufflepuff, 350 six points; Raven Crow 420 two points, Slytherin 530 two points."

A burst of thunderous cheers and stamping of feet erupted from the Slytherin table, and many people banged their goblets on the table. Only Cassandra remained motionless, with a vague sneer hanging on her lips.

The twins beside her stood up and seemed to want to cheer. Seeing her appearance, they sat down with stern expressions.

"Yes, yes, good performance," said Dumbledore, "but the recent events must also be taken into account."

The Great Hall became very quiet, and the Slytherins' smiles faded a bit.

"Uh, uh," Dumbledore cleared his throat, "I still have some final points to distribute. Let me see. By the way, Mr. Ron Weasley..."

The boy who was knocked unconscious by the chess piece received fifty points.Lion-headed Hermione received fifty points.Sixty points for Harry the Savior.

Minute by minute, Gryffindor achieved the same results as Slytherin, minute by minute.

The noise was deafening.Those students who could still calculate the scores in their minds while shouting until their voices were hoarse knew that the scores of Gryffindor and Slytherin were now exactly the same.They were on the verge of winning the House Cup - if only Dumbledore had awarded Harry a point more.

Dumbledore raised a hand.The auditorium gradually became quiet again.

"There are many kinds of courage," Dumbledore smiled. "We need superhuman courage to deal with our enemies, and it also takes a lot of courage to stand up for ourselves in front of our friends. Therefore, I would like to reward Mr. Neville Longbottom very--"

If someone were standing outside the Great Hall at this moment, they might think that there was an explosion, and the cheers from the Gryffindor table grew louder and louder.The Gryffindors stood up and cheered loudly. Neville, who was behind the martyr, turned pale with surprise, and was suddenly overwhelmed by the crowd that rushed to hug him.

This meant that Dumbledore had to shout loudly to drown out the thunderous cheers, because even the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students were celebrating Slytherin's sudden defeat.

"We need to make some small changes to the decor here."

He clapped his hands, and in an instant the green dangling streamers turned bright red, and the silver turned gold; the gigantic Slytherin snake disappeared, to be replaced by a majestic Gryffindor lion.Snape was shaking Professor McGonagall's hand, forcing an awkward smile on his face.

Ricardo glanced at the Slytherin seats with a little worry. He saw that they were either angry or panicked. Only Cassandra had a calm face - but this did not mean that she was not a little angry. On the contrary, Ricardo only It felt like her anger was building up in the cheers of the three colleges in front of her.

She spotted Ricardo and raised her eyebrows at him.

The bright red lips were slightly raised, and for a moment, Ricardo really saw that there was three parts unruly, three parts arrogance, and four parts ridicule in them.

It's like, wearing bright clothes, angry horses, and arrogant girls.

The applause gradually stopped and everyone began to enjoy the food. At this time, slow applause suddenly broke out from the Slytherin seat.

——It's Cassandra?6?1 Vorey.

She clapped slowly, drawing everyone's attention to her.

For a moment, everyone was puzzled. Wasn't this... Slytherin defeated?

Suddenly, the twins next to her looked at each other, nodded, and then did the same thing - in sync with Cassandra.

Immediately afterwards, all the Slytherins seemed to suddenly realize, and clapped along with Cassandra, and hundreds of people clapped simultaneously.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

The applause echoed in the auditorium of Hogwarts, seeming abrupt and weird, like some ancient ritual.The professor and the students from the other three houses were stunned, staring blankly at the applauding Slytherins.

This weird atmosphere lasted for about a minute. Cassandra stood up and pressed her hands down. Slytherin stopped applause tacitly and looked at the leading girl.

She didn't say anything, looked around the Hogwarts Great Hall, finally met Dumbledore's blue eyes, held her head high, sneered, and left the seat.

——She did not participate in the following banquet.

The Slytherin students seemed to understand something. They stood up one after another, looked around arrogantly, and then left the room with a sneer one after another, making silent accusations.

According to the Sorting Hat's recollection, this was the first time in history that an entire house was absent from the Hogwarts end-of-term banquet.