From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

At this time, Calvin was chatting with Professor Flitwick, the dean of Ravenclaw, in the auditorium. The short wizard almost fainted with excitement when he saw Calvin: "Calvin!"

"Young genius wizard. Although you have only studied at Hogwarts for one year, your talent shocked me. I have never seen a wizard as smart as you until now."

Professor Flitwick was affectionate and treated the young wizards of all colleges equally. He also helped Calvin a lot, and Calvin had a good impression of him.

"Oh, Professor, I'm glad we can meet again at Hogwarts." Calvin lowered his head and greeted Professor Flitwick.

"Yes, Calvin, it would be better if you graduated from Hogwarts." Professor Flitwick waved his arms enthusiastically.

Calvin smiled: "I have always considered myself a Hogwarts person."

"Dumbledore asked you to meet him, from Beauxbatons." Snape's voice sounded faintly behind Calvin, and he didn't know when he came over.

"Senior, I suggest you smile more and don't let others mistake you for a dark wizard." Calvin turned to look at Snape, who had a gloomy face, leaned into his ear, and whispered, "I heard Senior Lily's son is coming to Hogwarts this year, so you don't just plan to see him like this."

"You," Snape raised his hand from his sleeve to point at Calvin, but he held it in his hand. "Senior, you don't want the Boy Who Lived to know about you and his mother." Calvin's voice sounded like a devil's whisper to Snape.

"You shut up, or I'll shut up for you."

"Of course, you are my most beloved senior." Calvin winked at Snape playfully, but Snape was about to explode with anger, "Goodbye Professor Flitwick, let's talk at the dinner."

Calvin Cape is an asshole who will end up in Azkaban sooner or later!Snape thought as he looked at Calvin's retreating back.

Soon Calvin came to the door of the principal's office, and the two stone beasts took the initiative to give up the passage.

Calvin walked into the office. Just like last time, Dumbledore was still working with his head down. When he saw Calvin coming, he said, "Ah, Calvin, you are here, please sit down."

"Professor, I thought you were not in school." Calvin said easily. "Professor McGonagall complained to me that you left all the work to her."

"Professor McGonagall is a serious, serious and responsible witch. I feel reassured that she manages the school for me." Dumbledore felt helpless, lighted his wand, and floated a cup of hot tea in front of Calvin.

"I'm afraid Professor McGonagall won't think so." Calvin smiled and took a sip of tea. "She doesn't even have time to watch her favorite Quidditch."

"Okay, I admit that I left most of the work to her." Dumbledore muttered, and then said seriously: "Calvin, I just came back from Albania."

Calvin put down the tea cup and suppressed his frivolous smile: "Are you looking for Voldemort? Are there any clues?"

Dumbledore shook his head: "No, I didn't find Voldemort in any of the locations you provided."

"Impossible," Calvin frowned, "I have encountered Voldemort many times in those forests. Didn't he find it nearby?"

"But I did find some traces of dark magic. I think those dark magic were left by Voldemort." Dumbledore said softly, "It has been at least half a year."

"Is he dead? No, that's not true. Voldemort doesn't die that easily." Calvin raised his head and looked at Dumbledore in horror.

Dumbledore nodded slowly: "I think he has found a way to be resurrected."

"A way to resurrect, a way to resurrect. Oh my god, the Philosopher's Stone." Calvin jumped up from his chair, pacing and talking to himself, "I have to tell the teacher quickly."

"Oh, you don't have to worry about this," Dumbledore's expression softened a little, "I had already met Nicolas Flamel in July, and he gave me the Philosopher's Stone for safekeeping."

"Really, really? That's great." Calvin breathed a sigh of relief and sat back on the chair, "Then where is it now? Gringotts?"

"At Hogwarts, Voldemort was actually targeting the Philosopher's Stone. In July, I stored the Philosopher's Stone in Gringotts. A black-robed wizard attacked Gringotts and wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone. .”

"Have you caught the black-robed wizard? Do you know who he is?" Calvin asked eagerly.

"No, but I already have some guesses." After saying that, Dumbledore was silent for a moment, staring at Calvin through the lenses with his blue eyes.

Calvin stood up, opened his mouth wide, and said in a trembling voice: "Professor Dumbledore, you won't doubt me!"

"I have indeed thought about this possibility, but Nicolas Flamel guarantees me that you will never be bewitched by Voldemort, and you will never degenerate into a dark wizard." Dumbledore withdrew his gaze and said softly, "More importantly, I believe in you too, Calvin Cape.”

Calvin swallowed, sat down again, and drank all the tea in the cup: "Thank you, Professor."

Dumbledore smiled: "Calvin, since I have decided to hire you as a professor, I will absolutely trust you. This is something I have been able to do without magic for more than 100 years."

"Professor? Am I not a substitute teacher?"

"I believe you." Dumbledore waved his wand, the parchment and quills on the table jumped up, and soon a beautiful letter of appointment appeared in front of Calvin.

"Your letter of appointment, Professor Capet."

Calvin excitedly took the appointment letter with both hands: "I will do my duty, Principal Dumbledore."

"This is best." Dumbledore crossed his hands on his chest and looked at the young man kindly, "Oh, by the way, Calvin, are you willing to do me a favor?"

"Of course, of course." Calvin agreed, "What do you need from me?"

"Can you help me design a mechanism to protect the magic stone?"

"This is simple." Calvin took out two rolls of white paper, a bottle of ink, and a pen with a hair tip from his sleeve.

Dumbledore recognized it as a brush used by wizards in the Far East for painting and writing.But Dumbledore wondered how Calvin could carry so many things up his sleeves.

Calvin noticed that Dumbledore was staring at his sleeves, so he took out two pairs of thick wool socks from the sleeves and handed them to the old principal: "I originally planned to give them to you for Christmas, but it might be too hot to wear now."

Dumbledore took the wool socks with a smile: "It doesn't matter, the autumn in Scotland is also very cold, I will be able to use them soon. Did you use the Seamless Stretching Charm on your sleeves? No, not quite?"

"Principal, why don't you take a guess?" Calvin smiled.