Hogwarts: I, The Strongest Dark Lord In History!

027. Psychological Game, Greetings From An Old Friend!

Albus Dumbledore.

The greatest White Wizard of the century.

At this moment, the other party looked like an amiable old man.

Wearing a large wizard robe, the end of the long gray beard is specially tied with a bow.

"Mr. Grindelwald, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"It's an honor to meet you, Headmaster Dumbledore."

While speaking, Lucas stepped into the principal's room.

The first thing that catches the eye is the books on the surrounding walls.

On the left side of the office is a large desk.

There are a variety of documents and books on the table.

It looked like Dumbledore wasn't usually having an easy time.

Beside the desk stands a sycamore tree.

A turkey is dozing on it.

Lucas, who has oriental blood in his bones, never admits that this ugly creature is a phoenix.

He sensed Lucas' breath.

Fox opened his eyes and let out a cry.

This surprised Dumbledore beside him.

Fox, but never take the initiative to get close to people.

he does not know.

This is all because of the affinity exuded by the elf blood.

Fox couldn't help but want to get closer.

"Fox hasn't been this happy for a long time, it seems that I should find you sooner."

Dumbledore led Lucas to the round table and gestured for him to sit down.

Lucas glanced at Fox's blown feathers.

Once again, the old bee's ability to open his eyes and tell lies was verified.

"Mr. Principal, I wonder why you are looking for me?"

"Nothing, just wanted to talk to you, Lucas, can I call you that?"

"Of course, my pleasure."

Dumbledore smiled happily and wrinkled all over his face.

"Lucas, what a good name, it means light."

Dumbledore took a box of treats from his pocket.

"Bibi multi-flavored beans, would you like some?"

"No thanks." Lucas didn't want to try outlandish food.

Dumbledore ate one himself.

From his frowning, one could tell that the bean must not taste good.

"Wow, this is the worst bean I've ever had, Lucas, how is life here?"

"It's not bad, the climate is pleasant, the scenery is good, and the most important thing is that you can make friends."

"Yes, friend, we humans need friends so much, can you tell me the names of your friends?"

"certainly."

Lucas directly said the names of Harry and the others.

The whole time, Dumbledore seemed to be listening.

Even hearing Harry Potter's name.

There was no change in his expression either.

Wait until Lucas finishes speaking.

Dumbledore said with emotion: "What an enviable friendship."

"Professor, do you have so many friends like me?"

"Of course, I have many friends, very many, and they often send me some small gifts."

"That's great!" Lucas said enviously.

Then don't wait for the other person to speak.

Then he said: "My father is about your age. He lives alone in a high tower. Even if I go to see him, I can only stay for a short time."

Dumbledore's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.

Immediately afterwards, I heard Lucas say again: "He often stands at the window and looks towards the northwest direction. I asked him what he was doing, and he said that there are his very good friends there."

"Really? Then what else did your father say?"

Lucas didn't answer right away.

Instead, he took a sip of the black tea sent by the house elf.

All the while, Dumbledore kept looking at him.

A few seconds passed.

Lucas just looked up at Dumbledore.

He stared closely at the other's eyes with his blue eyes.

"Before I came, my father just asked me to convey on his behalf that he is doing well, don't read it!"

Tea spilled from the cup, but Dumbledore didn't seem to notice.

He just looked at those blue eyes.

Gradually, it overlaps with the appearance in memory.

"Gail!"

Dumbledore was taken aback.

Hastily put down the teacup in his hand.

He said with a wry smile: "When I get older, I always like to recall the past."

"Where did we talk just now? Oh yes, friend!"

Dumbledore waved his wand.

The black tea spilled on the ground disappeared immediately.

Seeing Lucas staring at his wand.

Dumbledore handed it to him: "Curious? You can take a closer look."

Facing the Elder Wand close at hand.

Lucas only paused for a moment before looking away.

"No, I like my own wand better. I was just wondering why the professor's wand has such a strange shape."

"Well, the fact is that this wand is called the Elder Wand, and it's very powerful."

Dumbledore stared Lucas in the eyes and said this.

Seeing Lucas' eyes were unwavering.

Only then did he shift his gaze to the candies on the table.

"Speaking of friends, I thought I heard you mention Harry just now?"

See Lucas nod.

Dumbledore said worriedly: "That kid Harry had a bad childhood, thank you for being willing to be friends with him."

"I heard that you met on the Hogwarts Express, can you tell me about how you met? I want to know more about Harry."

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The two clashed several times, and Dumbledore finally got to the point.

Lucas smiled slightly, looked at the other party and replied, "Of course, it's my honor to help Mr. Principal."

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