This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Duoji suddenly wanted another glass of whiskey.

"Albus, it's getting late." He adjusted his woolen coat, "Let's go back to Hogwarts."

Dumbledore looked at his watch.

According to those weird pointers, it was already past 10 a.m.

"Aberforth, let's talk again when we have the chance." Dorje stood up, opened the door and walked out of the Pig Head Bar first.

"Wait for my signal."

"good."

After a simple sentence, Dumbledore also left.

Aberforth put down his cup and sat down.

My brother's eyes are difficult to read, but my brother's are almost instantly discernible.

It's like regretting, but also like reflecting.

Maybe he's used to being alone, but he doesn't seem to want to show his vulnerable side to the outside world.

Even if it is the only relative left in the world.

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Hogsmeade on the carriage heading to Hogwarts.

"Ephias, you haven't been back to Hogwarts for almost twenty years, right?"

"About nineteen and a half years." Dorje looked at the scenery outside, "Do you really just need me to take over as a substitute?

If it were to be a full professor, I would actually not refuse. "

Dumbledore on the opposite side shook his head slightly, "If there was no ban from the Ministry of Magic, I would like to experience this curse myself."

As long as Grindelwald is alive, he can no longer teach Defense Against the Dark Arts classes.

Duoji retracted his gaze and looked at the scenery along the way, "How about you change the name of this course."

"You know I wouldn't."

Changing even one letter is equivalent to surrendering to Voldemort.

"This is not the way to go."

"Actually, I have a very suitable candidate." The corners of Dumbledore's mouth raised slightly,

"He is naturally immune to attacks from the soul. It is estimated that even the side effects of black magic will not take effect."

Duoji was slightly surprised, "You actually have such a talent?"

"Yes, the world of magic is too big. Just because we haven't discovered it doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

Dumbledore looked at the castle with his blue eyes, "In another five years - or seven years.

In seven years, he should be able to take up the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. "

"That child?" The surprise on Duoji's face disappeared.

He is a consultant, not a simple consultant.

Although Fudge is not a good person, he is still very efficient in some aspects.

Such as finding a suitable scapegoat, or turning a bad thing into a good thing.

Next year's list of British Wizengamot youth representatives has come out, and there's only one name on it.

"Seven years -" Duoji struggled to hold back a smile, "Albus, where do you plan to find seven new professors?"

The smile on Dumbledore's face froze.

"Alastor, Newt, Tina, Queenie..." He counted four on his fingers.

"Even if you can find one, you have just graduated and have no experience to be a professor, right?" Duoji seemed to be reminding him something.

Since there is a high probability that the curse will not take effect, why not run errands as an assistant first?

"Ephias, your idea is great!"

"Albus, you can't be serious, can you?"

Dumbledore smiled meaningfully.

Duoji knew that at least two people were going to be plotted, and one of them was definitely himself.

"No, I'm just here to teach."

"Ephias, I was very aware of your abilities when I was in school..."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

"Think about it, you'll really like that kid."

Playing the emotional card and ensuring the assistant's peace of mind, Dumbledore was still trying to persuade Dorje after getting off the carriage.

"Albus, I only met him once."

"Ephias, it's just more than one semester, please help me."

Between the hunting and errands, coupled with the study of alchemy and certain magics, there should be no time for night walks.

Kill two birds with one stone~

Dumbledore walked up the last step, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.

Duoji thought he was angry with himself at first, until they strode towards the castle and entered the principal's office.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, their expressions are all complicated in their own way.

He glanced at the pensieve on the table and already had the answer in his mind.

They had seen Slughorn's memories and knew the secret of Voldemort's immortality.

Dumbledore also did not blame them, but carefully put the memory back into the original bottle.

Seven people couldn't squeeze in together, so I was sure that only one person had seen it.

"Vincent, do you have something important to do?"

"Yes, Professor." Vincent did not hide the sadness in his eyes, "Harry is not born a Parseltongue."

Dorje's pupils shrank instantly.

Dumbledore looked at Hagrid who was wiping tears.

There had been a killing twelve years ago, in Godric's Hollow, in the Potters' cottage.

Under normal circumstances, a living person cannot become a Horcrux.

But Harry had a scar on his forehead, a scar caused by the Killing Curse.

"Professor, Jomgander-that is, if the Basilisk didn't lie, Harry might actually be..."

Dumbledore took a deep breath and said, "Thank you very much for the information."

Vincent was obviously hesitant to speak, and in the end he didn't say anything.

"I know what you want to say." Dumbledore nodded slightly, spread his hands and introduced Dorje.

"This is Effias Dorje, an old friend of mine."

Duoji first said hello to Hagrid, and then came to the six little ones one by one.

"See you again, kids."

He was actually present at the Merlin Knights' investiture ceremony during the summer vacation.

"Albus always mentions your names to me."

Fred and George were both like good little boys.

Because their parents were both members of the Order of the Phoenix, they met Dorje quite a lot.

"Mr. Dorje, long time no see~"

"Haha - you two naughty little guys!"

Vincent quietly winked at Dumbledore.

Although the introduction was a basic courtesy, he just felt that Duoji would not be a simple guest.

The legal advisor of the Ministry of Magic and the special advisor of the Wizengamot, there is no way the reason for coming to Hogwarts is to reminisce about old times.

Dumbledore nodded slightly again.

The new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?

The consultant's job is still there, he should just be a substitute teacher.

Vincent ignored the resentful look he then cast.

The only blame is that he didn't keep Horace's memory away.

In the empty principal's office, there was a pensieve and a small bottle on the table.

If you could suppress the curiosity in your heart, you wouldn't have been plotted so many times.

Dumbledore was at a loss and turned his attention to the portraits of the principals pretending to be asleep.

He was sure that before he and Dorje came, they all had their eyes open.

Maybe some of them have encouraged it.

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