That Old Bastard Dumbledore Was Actually Still a Hopeless Tsundere

Despite being separated by a projection screen, Vincent and Dumbledore interacted as usual, without any attempt to hide their feelings, which made Sirius Black and Lupin feel inexplicably strange.

Vincent made no attempt to hide his dislike, Dumbledore even showed a rare expression of sadness.

I don't understand, I don't understand at all.

Sirius Black was completely confused, but Lupin understood a little.

Vincent's suggestion was related to power, but Dumbledore explicitly rejected it.

Could it be the Minister for Magic?

Lupin took a deep breath, trying his best to calm himself down.

Dumbledore finished his reminiscence, his azure eyes regaining their clarity. "I've heard that Miss Granger's dream is to become Minister for Magic. The future belongs to you young people; this old man will not participate."

Vincent muttered "old bastard Dumbledore" under his breath, looking extremely impatient. "Professor, Voldemort is almost 70 and he's still starting a second career. You're much healthier than him."

Dumbledore smiled but remained silent, seemingly unwilling to continue the conversation.

Vincent knew he was genuinely refusing, and glancing at the time, said, "It's almost lunchtime, Professor, I should go home."

"Wait a minute—" Dumbledore's expression suddenly turned serious. "We need to resolve this issue regarding the fragment of Harry's soul as soon as possible."

Although Harry isn't Horcrux in the true sense, to destroy Voldemort's soul fragments, he still has to "die" once.

There is only one wizard who can precisely control the Killing Curse, and that is the first Dark Lord, Gellert Grindelwald Grindelwald.

It wouldn't be difficult to sneak off to Nurmengard, but Vincent and Dumbledore are currently banned from leaving the country by the Ministry of Magic, and the hearing is scheduled for an unknown period of time. We can't very well send Grindelwald to Britain.

With two generations of Dark Lord gathered in Britain, Fudge and the others were bound to go crazy on the spot.

The imagination is wonderful, Vincent also knows it's impossible.

He looked at Sirius Black, then at Lupin. "Professor, do you have any good ideas?"

Dumbledore. "I can lift the restrictions imposed by the Ministry of Magic, but they will discover it immediately."

Resolve this as soon as possible, the sooner the better.

Vincent squinted, staring intently at Dumbledore on the projection screen.

The Ministry of Magic's restrictions are essentially a detection spell covering the entire Britain; they only target wizards and cannot identify certain Fantastic Beasts.

For example, House-elf or phoenixes can easily evade detection by Apparition.

Therefore, if Dumbledore wanted, he could easily take Harry to Nurmengard without lifting the magic restriction, through Fawkes.

Given their relationship, Grindelwald would be more than happy to help Harry "die" once.

This is clearly a very good idea, so why didn't Dumbledore say so?

Is it because you're unwilling?

Vincent's lips twitched violently.

This old bastard Deng is actually a stubborn and arrogant person!

"Professor, the problem seems to lie with you."

Since it concerned Harry, Sirius Black and Lupin looked at Dumbledore expectantly, but he still shook his head.

Vincent made no attempt to hide the contempt and disdain on his face. "Well, there's nothing I can do about it. I don't want the Ministry of Magic to find any fault with me."

Dumbledore panicked for a moment, but he quickly looked at Vincent with a smile.

"Professor, is there anything else for me?"

"It's gone."

Vincent stood up decisively. "Shall I go back?"

Dumbledore nodded meaningfully. "Go, son."

That feeling is absolutely right; that old bastard Deng is definitely up to something again.

Vincent straightened his back and walked out of the shop without looking back.

It's not that he didn't want to help, but the Ministry of Magic restricted his travel abroad.

He is a law-abiding citizen; how could he possibly do anything illegal or disorderly?

Dumbledore amusement and exasperation.

They left decisively and with great fanfare, clearly indicating they were unwilling to help.

"Sirius Black, Remus, I'll find another way to deal with Harry."

Dumbledore's expression turned serious again. "Back to our original topic, are you sure Lucius hasn't gone back to Voldemort's side?"

Lupin nodded with absolute certainty, "Malfoy is overly sensitive to the Dark Mark. He gets furious whenever Sirius Black mentions it. I guess he hasn't decided whether he wants to go back yet."

Sirius Black took a sip of whiskey, his eyes filled with deep contempt. "The Malfoy Family are such opportunists. If it weren't for the live broadcast that night, he would have scurried over there to lick his master's stinky feet."

Voldemort was driven away by Dumbledore as soon as he regained his power, Lucius, that old fox, certainly has no intention of making a bet now.

Dumbledore's expression softened slightly. "Keep a close watch, Sirius Black. You need to control your emotions."

Sirius Black smiled helplessly. "How can I control it? I get angry just thinking about how those Death Eaters escaped trial back then."

He's been in Azkaban for a full 12 years; it's a miracle he didn't go insane.

Lupin gently placed his hand on his shoulder. "If they go back, they certainly won't escape trial like they did last time."

"I hope so."

Today's conflict was just a test, and the Order of the Phoenix certainly won't sit idly by and wait to be destroyed.

Unaware of all this, Fudge had a gloomy face after returning to the Ministry of Magic.

The more conflicts the wizards had, the more uneasy he felt.

"It seems we need to hold a hearing as soon as possible..."

He muttered to himself as he opened the drawer and took out a document.

Inside was the Auror's surveillance report from yesterday. The events in Diagon Alley today happened so suddenly that he hadn't had time to read the report yet.

As expected, everything was normal for all those being monitored.

Dumbledore stayed obediently at Hogwarts, Vincent also did not go out, and those associated with the Order of the Phoenix did not exhibit any obvious unusual behavior.

Without any evidence, are they really going to bring up a few smear articles to hold a hearing?

Fudge rubbed his temples and glanced at the newspaper on the other side of the desk.

Many members of Wizengamot were acquainted with Dumbledore, so he must have already learned about the hearing.

There's no need to worry about the high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic and the representatives of Pure-blood family. Academic leaders usually remain neutral, so the most troublesome ones are the judicial and legal experts. As for the rest, we'll deal with them once they arrive in time.

On the other side,

Vincent had just arrived home when he enjoyed a sumptuous lunch before going upstairs to his room, much to his parents' dismay.

He lay in bed watching the latest episode of "The Gryffindor Legend," and then scrolled through some videos.

It feels so good to not think about anything and not do anything.

"Hmm—" Vincent sat up in bed, stretched, and looked out the window.

Wales should still be guarding the building across the street; it's really tough on him to have to keep an eye on me again.