Dumbledore, You're So Cool!

Every powerful wizard possessed a vision of the Wizarding World that was uniquely their own. It could even be said that each had a magical world that belonged solely to them.

On Saturday, Anton studied the Flying Charm with Snape. Then on Sunday, Dumbledore arrived at the New Hut carrying two Flying Broomsticks.

Compared to his usual lessons, Anton preferred the masterclasses on weekends.

They were collisions of magical wisdom. It was hard to imagine where else, or with whom, Anton could have such an unreserved discussion about their own magic if he ever left Hogwarts.

His family would do it too, but most of them had their own things to attend to. Even Mr. Rosier, who seemed quite free, often left home for the family estate to nurture the next generation of heirs. His daughter Anna had already made it clear that she had no intention of becoming the family head in the future.

Professor, one who imparted knowledge and taught—truly, it was a unique title.

Dumbledore's teaching style differed even more from Snape's. It was as though he had returned to his teaching days, full of passion and utterly unlike his usual wise and gentle self.

At that moment, Old Dumbledore raised one finger and said mysteriously, "Today, I'm going to teach you a trick for riding a Flying Broomstick."

Seeing Anton's disappointed expression, he did not get angry. Instead, he smugly declared, "Once you learn it, you'll never fall off a Flying Broomstick again!"

"Wow~"

Anton exclaimed with great cooperation.

What kind of awesome trick was that? Becoming one with the sword? No, it should be becoming one with the broomstick?

"I never fell off a Flying Broomstick before, even when I was unconscious. Professor Snape has seen it. (Chapter 34)" Anton's expression was rather strange. "The