Snape, far away at Hogwarts "guarding the house," sneezed loudly.
One wasn't enough; he sneezed three times in a row.
He brushed aside his still-greasy long hair and set down the Diricawl Feather in his hand.
There was no need to think about it. Someone had definitely been talking about him just now.
And there was no need to think about the prime suspect either. It had to be that little bastard Wayne.
He felt his foresight had been correct. This office would definitely be broken into.
Therefore, this Diricawl Feather had to be used somewhere else.
"Ho ho ho ho—"
Vincent, far away in Devon, naturally could not hear the Bat Cave's sinister laughter.
He was currently saying goodbye to the Sorcerer's Stone.
"I'll definitely avenge you!"
Dumbledore shook his head at Nicolas. "You, its creator, should do it yourself later. I'll just quietly bear witness."
"Albus, are you afraid?"
"Yes, I'm terrified."
He clasped both hands together and put on an extremely frightened expression.
"Hahahaha—" Nicolas laughed so hard he clutched his stomach. "You're still you, Albus."
Though Perenelle was not quite as exaggerated, she was also completely unlike her usual reserved self.
Vincent, seeing this scene, wore an expression that said he had expected as much.
Dumbledore a hundred-odd years ago had probably relied on this trick to win people over.
Feeling that he had taken another step closer to becoming the Wizarding World's strongest, he quickly shook his head.
He had to remain vigilant at all times and not give Trelawney's prophecy any chance.
The Dark Lord sounded glorious, but there had to be plenty of bitterness behind it.
Grindelwald had possessed both followers and power back then, yet Dumbledore had still dealt with him.
Voldemort's sphere of influence had not been as broad, but even