This Hogwarts isn't normal.

After dispelling all the black mist, Dumbledore noticed Quirrell falling downwards.

With a flick of the elder wand, he landed steadily on the ground after slowing down.

"Professor, aren't you going to chase him?" Vincent looked particularly anxious.

"He has left Hogwarts' range.

He was better than anyone at escaping. "

"voldemort——vol.

de

mort? "

Dumbledore nodded appreciatively, "Flying away from death, this is the true meaning behind Voldemort's name."

There is the most powerful wizard that even the big villain is afraid of,

Vincent can finally feel relieved.

"I'm a little dizzy, Professor."

"This is a normal reaction to excessive blood loss."

"So that's it." He weighed the Gryffindor sword in his hand, "Voldemort reappears, it should make the headlines in the newspaper, right?"

Dumbledore bowed helplessly, "I don't know, but I hope so."

"Why? He did come back."

"I know the character of Cornelius Fudge very well."

He picks up a wrinkled baby bird from the ashes, "He will stop anything that shakes him from his position."

Vincent inexplicably remembered an island country in his previous life.

If something goes wrong, cover it up as soon as possible.

When you can't hold it any longer, bow at a 90-degree angle and say something affectionate and affectionate about "Private Marseille".

If I remember correctly, this small country had three prime ministers in two years before he was struck by lightning.

Dumbledore held Fawkes tenderly in his hands after Nirvana.

"Professor, is Anna okay?" Rolf trotted up and asked eagerly.

"Very energetic." He stood up and winked at the twins and Cedric.

"Two Mr. Weasleys, I appreciate your good attitude in the face of desperate situations——

Mr. Diggory, the courage you have shown even made me think that you should be sorted into Gryffindor. "

"Professor, you know everything?" Vincent shuddered.

"Not exactly." Dumbledore looked at the principal's office with a big hole underneath.

Hermione, who was squatting there, waved to them, indicating that she was fine.

"Uh-I knew they were pretending to be asleep."

The effect of Vincent's perception potion has not worn off yet, and he can be keenly aware of several portraits closing their eyes in a hurry.

It's just that there were no reports from previous principals. Given the importance of the principal's office, Dumbledore must know what happened here.

No wonder he dared to let them deal with Quirrell with confidence, it turned out that everything was under control.

"Professor, can you arrive earlier next time?" Vincent curled his lips and simply sat on the stone pillar.

Dumbledore smiled and waved his elder wand.

"I remember a student once said,

He must invent a spell called 'Professor Dumbledore flies in' before graduation. "

"Did he succeed?"

“Unfortunately, he failed.

Vincent pouted,

"He must not know you well enough."

Dumbledore didn't reply,

Just quietly watching the tower recover little by little.

Fred and George looked at each other,

Then they all put on evil smiles and looked at the fair and clean little badger next to them.

Cedric, who seemed to understand but didn't understand, was made to feel numb. "You two, are you trying to trick me?"

"No, no."

The twins' denial only heightened his suspicions.

"Kids, would you like a cup of hot tea before going back to rest?"

All five of them readily agreed to Dumbledore's invitation.

"Professor, what should Professor Quirrell do?"

Quirrell was lying quietly on a bed, still breathing very weakly.

"I put a restraint on him so that he won't wake up until someone from the Ministry of Magic comes."

They looked at the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who had lost his hands and lower body but was still alive, and they all sighed inwardly at Dumbledore's powerful magic.

As soon as they stepped into the principal's office, which was restored to its original state, several people heard the Sorting Hat's complaints.

"Ah - it's almost suffocating me!"

Hermione blushed and put it back on the shelf.

"Could it be that——"

The twins were so stunned by her that they stopped talking.

"Please take a seat." Dumbledore conjured seven chairs around the big table.

Vincent put the Sword of Gryffindor back on the shelf first.

"Mr. Hat, you are very naughty~"

The Sorting Hat humanely straightens up its wrinkles, as if to express a small emotion of pride.

Hermione, who saw this scene in her eyes, looked back and said, "Professor,

Is that person really that person? "

"Yes." Dumbledore didn't care that she didn't dare to call him by his name.

In the magical world,

Not everyone has the courage to do this.

The name Voldemort was enchanted with tracking magic very early on.

Anyone who speaks out will be immediately informed of their location.

Vincent was not afraid at all.

He was in Hogwarts, so it didn't matter if he knew the location.

"Professor, did you call him Tom just now?

Is this Voldemort's real name? "

Dumbledore waved his hand and conjured seven cups of hot tea, "Yes, he hates the name Tom very much."

Vincent thought of Old Tom from the Broken Ax Bar and a blue and white British shorthair cat named Tom.

No wonder it has to be changed to a French name. This name is very common in both wizards and Muggles. Tracking magic will probably light up the entire world map.

He took a sip of the hot tea and found that the dizziness in his brain was slowly disappearing.

This effect is even better than the Buffy brain stimulant.

Seeing him drink it in small sips, the five children also took a sip.

Warm and comfortable.

"The elves are really good at cooking!"

"Oh, this is not made by them." Dumbledore did not arouse their curiosity. "I asked Severus to make these now."

"Puff--" The twins tilted their heads and spit out what they had just drunk.

Are you sure there is no poison in the things made by the old bat?

Vincent did not react much, but just thought of Snape's identity as a potion master.

This profession seems to burn money, but it actually makes a lot of money.

There are so many eight-eyed giant spiders in the hall today. The venom alone can probably sell for 10,000 or 20,000 Galleons.

"Professor, I remembered that there is something important that I haven't done yet!"

Dumbledore, with a calm face, waved his hand and conjured up a plate of exquisite candies.

"Severus was very happy just now, and said that he would personally send them back to the Forbidden Forest."

Even Hermione had a bit of unhappiness on her face.

No wonder he was so kind, it turned out that he had made a lot of money.

Vincent drank all the hot tea worth thousands of galleons in one gulp.

He then collapsed on the back of the chair, staring at the ceiling with a dazed look in his eyes.

Quirrell would have to stay in Azkaban until he died for doing such a thing.

He didn't know if Snape would let down his guard,

He only knew that there were many good things in the bat cave.

The twins saw him suddenly sit up again, and they all smiled slyly at the same time.

Hermione knew that something was about to happen again.

Even Cedric and Rolf, who had "simple" ideas, vaguely realized something.

……

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