Hogwarts: I Can Still Learn

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"Hey! Pay attention to me!"

"Don't you dare let me touch your head!"

"I'm sure you're as much of a rude Gryffindor as this old guy!"

"I am the oldest hat in the entire Hogwarts... no, the world!"

"You don't want to play with me?!"

"Believe it or not, I will sort you into Azkaban in September!"

While Vincent was exchanging information with the principal, the Sorting Hat was twisting on the shelf, trying to attract their attention.

However, the Sorting Hat's threat was not answered, and the two foxes in the office, one old and one young, were still communicating among themselves.

"Well... the prescription... it's probably like this." Vincent wrote a fake potion Bloch asked to make on parchment and handed it to Dumbledore.Of course he wrote the complete version, but Dumbledore didn't know that Fred and George had figured it out.

Since this person is a Death Eater, this potion becomes very dangerous in his hands.

A potion that can make people coma and fall into dreams... He can't really use it to treat insomnia.

"Oh... is this a love potion? No, no, no, it's not the same... but it's also a kind of love drug..." Dumbledore frowned, probably realizing that he seemed to have accidentally... slipped away.

"Speaking of which, Vincent, what were you doing in Knockturn Alley?"

"Ahem, cough, don't worry about these details..."

"Oh, then I have to take this to Severus to study..."

So Dumbledore really didn't pay attention to certain details. I don't know if it was because Vincent showed some talent in the Order of the Phoenix when he was very young, so the adults who knew him didn't regard him as a normal little wizard. .

It was the same with Aunt Elise and Mrs. Weasley before, and now even Dumbledore is like this...

Maybe in their view, even if Vincent has lost his memory, his IQ is trustworthy...

"What prescription? Show me! Show me!" Taking advantage of the pause between the two of them, the Sorting Hat started making trouble again.

"After all, I am an old hater who has lived for more than 1000 years...I have never seen any prescriptions..."

The Sorting Hat couldn't stop talking about it, like a mosquito buzzing in his ear.

Vincent has not liked mosquitoes since he was a child, not because he is afraid of them biting people, but because they are always so noisy that people can't think clearly.

So in order to stop this idiot's mouth, he copied a prescription and threw it at him.

This hat talks a little too much, but it has existed in this world for thousands of years and it is indeed true. Maybe it really knows where this prescription comes from?

The effect of the potion has been almost figured out by Fred and George. Now it is best to know the origin of this prescription paper.

It is impossible for a prescription like this, which is obviously a forbidden drug, to be circulated on the market openly. From the moment it is created, it can only have two fates: either it causes a sensation in the magical world, or it remains a secret within the family. passed down.

Apparently, it's the latter.

Vincent has looked through eight hundred potions books, if not a thousand, but he has never seen a similar potion mentioned in any of them. In other words, its inventor did not make it public, but chose to Leave it to your descendants.

If the Sorting Hat really knew something and figured out this family, maybe it could follow the clues and find out the true identity of the Death Eater pretending to be Bloch.

Of course, the premise is that the Sorting Hat is really reliable...

"Oh! Oh! It's too close! I can't see clearly..."

"Eh? Your handwriting is so floating, I can't understand it..."

"...What is this nettle?"

"..." He was wrong, he shouldn't have expected a hat...

Even if it’s a hat that’s over 1000 years old…

"...How about you read it to me?"

...think about it!What's the use of you!

Vincent secretly swore that if he messed with the Sorting Hat again, he would eat Dumbledore's cockroach skewers!

"But I know this!" the Sorting Hat shouted as if he suddenly remembered something.

"The only ones who would write 'white fresh' as ​​'Dicte' instead of 'Dittany' are probably the Greeks."

Greek?

Vincent recalled the accent of the "Bloch" he met in Knockturn Alley, and it didn't sound like a Greek.

Of course, it is also possible that the prescription was not written by him at all...

Speaking of...

"You even know this?" Vincent looked at the Sorting Hat in surprise.

The Sorting Hat straightened its tip triumphantly and explained: "I have inherited not only the thoughts of the four founders of Hogwarts, but also their memories - Gryffindor fell in love with Gryffindor when he was young. Running around the world, of course I know something about everything..."

Vincent didn't hear what was behind it at all. There were only a few words left in his mind:

The memories of the four founders of Hogwarts!

Memories of the Big Four!

That's right!

What a treasure hat this is!

For a moment, he looked at the Sorting Hat with much excitement, and even wanted to order some cockroach skewers...

If you don’t squeeze this out...hehehe, why are you so embarrassed...

"You, what do you want to do..."

The Sorting Hat's hair stood on end at his suddenly explicit gaze... Oh, I forgot it had no hair...

"Professor?" Vincent had a bold idea, "Can I take the Sorting Hat away?"

"...You can, but you have to bring it back before the sorting ceremony. Anyway, it has no other use except for that day..."

"I will definitely bring it back!" Vincent agreed without thinking.

"And...can I ask you a favor?" Dumbledore touched his beard.

"what?"

"Give it a bath."

"..."

Vincent looked at the hat carefully again and found that it was not ordinary dirty.He couldn't even tell what color it was, but Vincent saw colorful black from above...

To be honest, it's hard not to wonder if it feels sticky...

Vincent swallowed and agreed with difficulty:

"……Row."

……

……

Dumbledore sent Vincent away.

In the empty principal's office, the portraits on the wall opened their eyes one after another...

"Interesting child... actually has elf blood..." The voice came from a portrait of a slightly thin wizard. "I thought they would never come back after leaving the Forbidden Forest."

"Elf? An elf like a house elf?" In another portrait, an old wizard with a smart face and a goatee said with disdain in his tone.

"Oh no, of course not, Phineas..." A witch interrupted him and said, "House elves can only be regarded as a type of dwarfs, while elves are much nobler. Their lifespans are longer and their magic power He is also much stronger and looks similar to humans, even prettier than humans..."

"I received a patient who accidentally broke into the elf territory." She continued, "When I saw him, he was rolling on the floor laughing... It took us nearly four hours to completely stop the spell. Come down. Oh, I bet a tickling spell from a normal person would never be that powerful!"

"Elves are really dangerous magical creatures..."

"But they clearly gave me the impression of being beautiful and kind..." the wizard who spoke first retorted, but his voice gradually weakened, "Well... without a wand... "