Rebirth: I am the strongest second generation of Harry Potter

After Hector explained the truth to Dumbledore, he decisively became a hands-off manager. He was quite interested in what Dumbledore was doing recently.

"Let's not talk about this matter for now. Grandpa Albus, can you tell me more about what happened recently?"

Dumbledore understood that he could not completely treat this nephew in front of him as an ordinary first-year wizard. There were some things that Dumbledore thought Hector could know.

"Oh, there is some good news. At least I know that Voldemort's return will not be this year, or even next year - this is good, I have more time, I can contact more forces and prepare earlier."Dumbledore sat back on the recliner and closed his eyes comfortably.

"Will they believe you?" Hector also sat down on a chair nearby. He looked at the dusty old man in front of him and asked.

"I don't know, Hector," Dumbledore opened his eyes and smiled at Hector.

"But this doesn't mean I give up trying, Hector. How can you know if you don't try? Now that you know in advance, you have to prepare in advance."

"Grandpa Albus, all your arrangements are based on the fact that my dream will actually happen, but how can you be sure that my dream will become a reality in the future, rather than just an absurd dream?"Hector had the urge to ask all the questions at once. He didn't know when he would see the old man again.

"Oh," Dumbledore seemed to be reluctant to mention this matter. He frowned, organized his words, leaned back in the recliner, closed his eyes, and then slowly spoke out.

"I went to see an acquaintance who is very experienced in this area - or you can say a friend. He was amazed that you have this talent, and he was sure that this was definitely a prophetic dream. He also agreed with the view that what you foresaw would not happen until a long time later."

Dumbledore paused, he scratched his nose,

"He asked me to apologize to you and asked me when I could take you to see him."

"What did you say?"

"I didn't agree, it's your choice, Hector," Dumbledore moved a little on the couch, but he still didn't open his eyes.

"Besides, Aberforth probably won't be happy to let you go to see him."

Hector knew who it was, and he looked at Dumbledore with a strange look in his eyes.

The acquaintance who could be called a friend was definitely the famous first-generation Dark Lord - Gellert Grindelwald.

I thought you were running for the peace and beauty of the wizarding world, but why did you run to your old lover? To find a soul sustenance? Hector estimated that it was about right.

As for whether to meet Grindelwald, Hector still had no idea in his mind. He had not forgotten the classic sentence"Will Dumbledore mourn for you?" Hector could still smell the jealousy.

But now, Hector still had to ask about the current situation clearly.

"Grandpa Albus, do you know about Professor Quirrell?"

Dumbledore glanced at Hector and nodded.

"I thought you thought Snape did it, just like Harry did. Dumbledore fumbled under the table for a while and finally found his beloved jar. Dumbledore held the jar in his arms and rocked on the recliner.

"Indeed, I do know that there is something wrong with Professor Quirrell. Snape has told me more than once, and I am quite sure that he is following Voldemort's orders."

"Then you have to do something!"

"Don't worry, Hector. A weak Voldemort in the open is much better than a Voldemort wandering in the dark."Dumbledore took out a lemon snowball from the sugar bowl, rubbed the candy on his robes, and then quickly put it in his mouth, showing an expression of enjoyment.

"I still haven't figured out why he is still alive in this world in some way, and I don't even know how Quirrell and Voldemort are connected. Tom has too many tricks, and dealing with Quirrell directly would only alert the enemy."

Dumbledore looked at the worried Hector and patiently comforted him.

"Things are still under my control, Hector. To be honest, your prophetic dream scared me, but fortunately, I still have time."

"You want to train Harry, Grandpa Albus," Hector stretched out his hand to Dumbledore, and Dumbledore handed him his sugar bowl. There were many more kinds of sugar than Hector had expected. He picked and chose, and finally chose one that looked good and put it in his mouth.

"Let Hagrid take him to the vault to get something - you know Hagrid is like drinking truth serum in front of acquaintances, always revealing clues inadvertently. All this is designed by you."

Dumbledore did not answer directly, he just closed his eyes and swayed on the recliner. Hector thought he was asleep for a while,

"Hector, I cannot answer this question because it involves too much. Dumbledore said calmly.

"Voldemort has mastered a kind of dark magic, but I know nothing about this dark magic. I can't joke with the fate of the entire wizarding world. Acting rashly is the greatest irresponsibility to everyone."

"As for why Harry was chosen, this involves a prophecy, and now is not the time to tell you, Hector."

"So when will I know?"

"When you are ready." Dumbledore looked at Hector with a smile, and Hector rolled his eyes at Dumbledore's old riddle man behavior.

"I hope everything goes as you wish, Grandpa Albus." Hector stood up from his chair and

"It seems that what my grandfather said was right, Grandpa Albus, you always like to put all the burdens on yourself instead of trusting others."

"Did he really say that?"

Hector nodded. He took another candy from Dumbledore's candy bowl. The one he had just taken tasted pretty good.

"He also said that Albus was indeed powerful, so powerful that everyone worshipped him as a god, but they did not realize that Albus was just a mortal."Hector bit the candy in his mouth hard, and the sour and sweet taste burst out in his mouth.

"I think he is right, Grandpa Albus, you really need to think about this problem carefully."

Dumbledore's bright eyes met Hector's, and Hector could see that the old man was really thinking about something seriously. Hector didn't know whether Dumbledore would listen to his great-nephew and make changes, but at least he was still there.

The story would always be different, and Hector was confident of this.

Hector walked towards the door, and Dumbledore's voice sounded behind him,

"Hector, please don't tell Harry this, and please don't tell him that it was Quirrell who planned all this, not Severus." Hector didn't look back, he continued to walk to the door,

"Please, Hector."

Hector paused for a moment, but he still didn't turn around. He just nodded and walked towards the door.

The door of an abandoned classroom on the fifth floor was opened a little, and three pairs of eyes looked out through the crack.

""Hector won't forget us," said Harry.

"No, it must be that Headmaster Dumbledore has also discovered Snape's affairs and is dueling with Snape," Ron's dull voice came from inside the door. Hector heard it as soon as he approached.

"Maybe we won't see Snape tomorrow! If that's true, I'll definitely buy some fireworks from Fred tonight."

"Someone is coming, keep your voice down!"This is Hermione's voice. Before she finished speaking, the door of the classroom was opened. It was Hector.

Three little wizards quickly pulled him into the room. Hermione asked anxiously,

"What did Professor Dumbledore say?"

Hector shook his head.

"Grandpa Albus didn't say anything, but I could tell he didn't believe Snape"

""What? It's so obvious. Could it be that Snape cast a spell on your grandfather?" Ron reacted violently, and Hermione interrupted him.

"What are you thinking, that's Dumbledore!"

"It seems that we can't count on Professor Dumbledore, we have to think of a solution ourselves."Harry's eyes were particularly determined. Hector wanted to persuade Harry, but he thought of what Dumbledore said and had to give up the idea helplessly.