This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Dumbledore wouldn't take any chances until Harry was ready.

And he also needs to be prepared,

Be prepared to meet Grindelwald.

Vincent couldn't help them.

Courage cannot make Harry come back successfully, what can help him is his own awareness.

If Dumbledore doesn't meet with Grindelwald, even the apprentice's request will not work.

"Two professors, let's go down for lunch first."

"Go ahead, kids."

Behind the six little ones were Harry and Ron who were in despair.

Hagrid was still wiping tears from his eyes until they left the office.

"Professor Dumbledore, you must be able to help Harry, right?"

"Yeah, when he's ready, I'll be ready too."

Hagrid wiped away his tears and stuffed his handkerchief into his coat pocket. "He must be fine. Yes, there must be nothing wrong with him."

"All we can do now is to believe him unconditionally." Dumbledore turned to look at Dorje, "I'm sorry, Ephias."

"It's okay, it's just a little time."

He came to the shelf where the Sorting Hat was placed and took out a thick roll of parchment from the bottom.

"Students from grades one to seven are all there. If you mind, you can choose another office."

"No need to bother." Dorje took the parchment, "The third floor is pretty good, at least it's quiet enough."

Dumbledore smiled, "Hagrid, have you chosen your office?"

"The choice has been made." Hagrid looked out the window with a pair of big red eyes.

That's the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

“Excellent choice.”

If there are more people like him who can do the work of two people for one salary, it won't be a big deal if the Malfoy family doesn't invest any money.

But according to Lucius's character, the school directors probably won't invest any more money soon.

I don't know the specific number of Horcruxes to find, I have to prepare mentally to meet Grindelwald, I haven't decided on the new professor for next year, and I have to find a way to solve the funding problem.

It's difficult.

"Albus, you seem to have overlooked something." Phineas suddenly said after Hagrid went out:

"Isn't Gwent very potential? Just ask that boy to sponsor it."

a little? I'm afraid it's not 100 million points.

Dumbledore's eyes suddenly lit up.

Lucius is probably counting on the Wizard card to regain health. If Gwent succeeds in selling well and sells it to the magic world all over the world...

No problem at all!

"Ephias, I need you to do me one more favor."

Dorje blinked.

Help again? It seems like he didn’t agree to the previous one.

"Vincent was very wary of me."

Yes, so does he.

"So, I hope you can persuade him."

If there is no hope, give up.

"Of course, I will give him equal remuneration."

Dorje's face was full of surprise, "Albus, he can actually give you such a headache?"

"Yes - no." Dumbledore changed his words in time, "I just don't want him to have a worse impression of me." "

Believe it or not!

As an old friend for more than a century, Duoji could never guess the inside story.

Vincent's maturity far beyond his years was probably calculated by Dumbledore.

"Albus, it seems I haven't agreed yet—"

"No, Ephias, you promised."

Duoji nodded helplessly, "Okay, I will only be a substitute professor for this academic year."

"Thanks."

A little well-intentioned plot between friends is harmless, as long as it doesn't lead to death.

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Monday afternoon.

Duoji realized that he was wrong,

How wrong it is.

When he first entered the classroom, he found that all the students were busy doing their own thing.

Some are napping, some are reading comic books, and some are late.

"Ahem - Hello everyone, I am the new Defense Against the Dark Arts substitute professor." Dorje waved his wand and wrote his name on the blackboard.

"Ephias Dorje, please give me your advice."

Vincent, who was sitting in the front row, immediately clapped his little hands excitedly.

Under his leadership, the little lions burst into warm applause.

Duoji retracted his original idea.

When his eyes glanced at the little snakes on the other side, he realized that he was still naive.

All of them had stinky faces, as if they were fighting against someone.

He followed Draco's eyes that seemed to be murderous and saw Vincent who was still leading the applause.

After all, it's my first time here, so I still have to ask about the relationship.

"Mr. Malfoy, do you have any conflict with Mr. Wayne?"

Draco's sharp little eyes softened, "Professor Duoji, we-"

"We are very good friends." Vincent said with a smile on his face, "right, Xiaolong?"

Words could no longer describe the anger in Draco's heart.

Wasn't it just that he mocked Po Te last night, so why did he need to block him in the bathroom at night?

Although there is no evidence, this is naked school violence.

Bear it!

But the new substitute professor is Dumbledore's man, and he actually dares to tease him by his nickname in person?

If you endure it any longer, you will become a coward.

"Professor Duoji, I want to report it!"

Only then did Duoji realize the seriousness of the matter.

There must be many sad stories behind this resentful little look.

Draco glared at Vincent, who looked innocent, and pointed his hand at his nose from a distance,

"Wayne is a bully!

Since my father stopped being a school trustee the day before yesterday, he has had his men targeting me!"

The little lions all felt offended.

Let's not talk about whether he was targeting me or not, even if he was, it was sincere.

He has been arrogant for more than a year, and now he is gone after just two days?

"Professor Doggie, he is lying!"

"How can we target him? We are just telling the truth."

"Malfoy lost his privileges, and this is venting his anger."

Doggie's mind was a little confused.

Gryffindor and Slytherin have always been at odds.

If it was just an ordinary grudge, it shouldn't be targeted.

"Professor Doggie!" Draco's voice trembled slightly, and he put on a victim's posture,

"Wayne blocked me in the bathroom last night. If it wasn't for the students who happened to come out to take a shower in the middle of the night, I would still be trapped in it now."

Vincent felt nauseous.

If he hadn't teased Harry about being kicked out of school, he wouldn't have been locked in the bathroom to reflect on himself.

"It was him! No one but him could sneak into our dormitory!"

Doggie's mind was even more confused.

Looking at Draco's serious accusation, it was probably true that he was locked in the bathroom last night.

If, if it was true...

Vincent glanced at Harry very obscurely.

His eyes were empty, and he probably hadn't digested yesterday's news yet.

"Professor Doggie, Xiaolong - Malfoy must have done a lot of evil and got his retribution."

It was certain that the son of a former Death Eater was unhappy with the savior.

It just so happened that Ron was Harry's good friend.

Doggie roughly sorted out their complicated relationship.

Draco originally thought that Vincent was a soft persimmon, and he pinched him a little at the beginning of last year's school.

Unexpectedly, the persimmon had thorns, and it pricked his hands with blood.

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