This Hogwarts is not normal

What is the real Dark Lord?

First someone has to

Then it will not only be hehehe,

In the end, it cannot be completely defeated.

The short-bearded Dumbledore eventually hired the young Trelawney.

Vincent understands that this is because the prophecy has been leaked, and her personal safety must be protected.

Voldemort conquered many places, but the only one he could not conquer was Hogwarts with Dumbledore.

"We have to go." The bearded Dumbledore held out his hand to him. "Relax, don't feel the body."

As soon as he put his hand on it, it seemed that something was pulling him.

It feels a little difficult to breathe, as if your face is soaked in water.

Vincent raised his head, opened his eyes and saw Dumbledore smiling at him.

The calculations one after another, I am afraid that we will go straight to the point now.

"I have seen too many children, some are excellent and some are smart."

Dumbledore pulled back his own memory threads with his elder wand, "But Vincent, you are the most unpredictable child I have ever seen."

"Professor, haven't you already seen through it?"

Vincent, who chose to play dumb, glanced at the orichat bullet that had not yet engraved a magic circuit, "The real reason why I protect the Philosopher's Stone is indeed to learn alchemy from Mr. Flamel."

"Wonderful Christmas present, isn't it?"

"It's amazing, so good that I can't imagine it at all."

"You have great potential, Vincent." Dumbledore stuffed the memory back into his mind. "When I was in the first year, I couldn't make fun of the Potions professor."

"Professor Snape is the leaker?"

Vincent was full of anger, "He is a big villain, he chased me from the dungeon to the eighth floor like a madman that night..."

Dumbledore was unresponsive, even interested.

In Snape's version, he was the little villain who defied the professor.

"Then they went to the Slytherin dormitory, and sure enough, they found a pot of Polyjuice Potion that was almost ready."

"Severus is not a bad person." Dumbledore raised the corner of his mouth as if he had seen through something, "He made mistakes before, and he regrets it to this day."

Vincent's eyes widened, "Old Bat—Professor Snape really told Harry's mother..."

"They knew each other before going to Hogwarts."

11 years old?

A childhood sweetheart no match for the domineering president?

If it happened to Vincent, he would be pulled over with a ruthless iron hand.

Then left uppercut and right uppercut, followed by Tianma Meteor Fist.

In the end, rubbing a big jade spiral pill with one hand, blasting people into outer space.

"Professor, can I ask another question?"

"No, this involves Severus' privacy."

Vincent curled his lips, "I don't know if you don't tell me, Professor Snape must be the one who was beaten."

"Ahem——" Dumbledore's face flashed unnaturally for a moment, "Although he has a bad personality, he will not be a bad person in the true sense."

"Professor, I understand."

The aim is real, and the tension is real.

Going to Voldemort's side as a double agent, in addition to atonement, should be to better protect Harry.

The anger dissipated, but Vincent suddenly became vigilant.

He looked at the smiling Dumbledore, just as pitiful as Little Red Riding Hood seeing the big bad wolf.

"Professor, what do you want to do to me?"

This look directly made Dumbledore depressed.

What bad thoughts can the old man have?

"Vincent, what do you think of the wizarding world?"

Talking here and there, but it was pulled back.

"Look with your eyes."

Dumbledore nodded indifferently, "I thought you would see it with your heart."

If he didn't believe in his ability, Vincent would really doubt that he used Legilimency.

Although the centenarian in front of him could not be a bad person, he was not a simple good person either.

He gave Vincent very conflicting feelings.

Obviously has the power to change, but would rather stay in the little Hogwarts.

"Professor, I still don't understand."

"Then take your time and watch carefully." Dumbledore paused.

"The world is big, and what you see is only a small part of it."

Vincent was silent for a moment, "Professor, why don't you try it?"

"I'm not qualified." Dumbledore's blue eyes looked a little lonely, "Power is a very corrosive poison."

Fudge is a good example.

Take the Gryffindor sword back for inspection, and you will definitely find traces of the Killing Curse.

Quirrell's broken alder wand had only used the Imperius Curse that day.

But he chose to turn a blind eye.

Not for fame, not for profit?

This is the misfortune of the Ministry of Magic, and also the misfortune of the entire magic world.

"Professor, I think this incident is just the beginning."

"Yes, Connelly has been getting close to some people lately."

The prime suspect is definitely Draco's rich dad.

Dumbledore walked up to him, "Nee may teach you far more than alchemy. I have learned a lot from him."

Vincent was a little taken aback.

According to the general normal routine, this time is undoubtedly the best opportunity to recruit apprentices.

He even thought of the reason for the refusal, that's all?

"Do you still have any questions?"

"No." He pointed the wand at the orichat bullet with a guilty conscience, "The teacher has indeed taught me a lot."

"That's good." Dumbledore turned and walked towards the Mithril basin.

The right time, place and people are all in place, and Trelawney's prophecy has not come true.

Could it be later?

Before the magic circuit had carved a few strokes, the orichanite bullet started to smoke again.

"Am I bothering you?" Dumbledore pointed his elder wand at the large washbasin and placed it back on the metal stand.

"No, Professor." Vincent picked up the fourth one, "Does the big basin just now have a name?"

"The Pensieve.

It will vividly present the memory, use every detail buried in the subconscious to faithfully reproduce the memory, and then allow the memory owner or the second party to enter the memory. "

"Oh." He remembered that the Bat Cave also seemed to have a large washbasin made of different materials.

Dumbledore shook his head and smiled wryly, "I'll talk to Severus after school starts."

"Oh."

"Several of my old friends love Gwent."

"Oh."

"I agree to the application for the campus competition, but the time of holding it must be separated from the Quidditch competition."

"Oh."

Dumbledore smiled and stared at him absent-mindedly.

"Your Medal of the Order of Merlin has been approved."

"Oh—ah?" Vincent straightened up instantly, "Professor, is it first class?"

"No." Dumbledore's mouth twitched slightly.

"Connelly and I tried our best to apply, but unfortunately the Wizengamot only agreed to award the second-class medal because he was too young."

Old Malfoy probably couldn't extend his tentacles into the Wizengamot yet.

If Voldemort is not Quirrell, but Voldemort is repelled on the bright side, this first-class medal may be awarded even if he asks for it.

So all of this was Fudge's fault!

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