Magic May Fail, but There Is Still Technology

Vincent, having left the Pensieve, was certain that Nagini was still alive.

Unlike the Greengrass Family, she did not sacrifice her life to counteract the Blood Curse.

Maybe in a zoo, maybe in a jungle.

"Professor, did you try to contact her afterward?"

"Yes, and I've found it." Dumbledore pulled his memory back from the Pensieve.

"You want to get more Slytherin students into the Owl Court Club through Miss Greengrass?"

"As expected of you!" Vincent with a smirk. "The more friends you have, the fewer enemies you have, right?"

Dumbledore stared intently into his equally deep blue eyes. "We couldn't completely break the Blood Curse, but we later created a spell that could weaken the curse."

"What is it?" Vincent, quite excitedly.

With this method, he believed that not only Daphne, but the Greengrass Family would be completely transformed.

"To share the life of a loved one." Dumbledore became saddened.

"Nagini was sold by her relatives in a way that was almost like abandonment. Before coming to the Akanaus Circus, she had been to many places."

He and Aberforth searched Southeast Asia many times, but each time they ended in failure.

Even if they were found, they might not be willing to share their lives.

Because we never cherished it, we don't care about losing it.

Because I have lost so much, I cherish it all the more.

This is probably the real reason why Dumbledore didn't try to change the Wizarding World.

He couldn't believe himself and was unwilling to step out of the shadows of the past.

Vincent took a deep breath, trying to relax. "Professor, I have something to tell you."

"What about the future of the Owl Court Club?"

"No, it's about him."

Dumbledore frowned, then his mouth opened slightly in surprise.

He raised his Elder Wand and waved it around. "I think I know what you're going to say, but why would he do that?"

Vincent glanced at the portraits of past principals snoring away. "He foresaw a future, a future where I inherit your original dreams."

"This—" Dumbledore silent.

"He said I should choose the path, but now I feel the biggest obstacle is so-called Pure-blood Supremacy."

If it's difficult to dismantle from the outside, then break through from within.

If Tom were to return, it would only make Pure-blood Supremacy more extreme and harder to eradicate.

These corrupt and selfish ideas should have been buried long ago.

In Dumbledore's eyes, Vincent was just like he and Grindelwald had been before.

Full of ideals, eager to get started.

But there are still subtle differences.

For example, having a happy and loving family, or not being negatively affected by Dark Magic.

"Vincent, I'm getting old and I can't remember some important things."

Dumbledore winked at him. "But I remember the magic of sharing life, and I remember Nagini always stayed in her homeland, Indonesia."

"She hasn't completely lost her mind?" Vincent was quite surprised.

"No, although she forgot about me and Aberforth, she still remembered Aurelius until last year."

Wizards generally live longer than Muggle, so it shouldn't be a problem for them to live for decades or even centuries.

Daphne's parents are alive and well, and they don't look like they are in poor health.

"I remember the Greengrass Family had two young ladies." Dumbledore flicked his Elder Wand, dispelling the spell used to obscure the conversation.

"She should be ten years old now, and she will be attending Hogwarts next year."

Vincent always felt that there was something strange about his eyes.

What happened before needed to be kept absolutely secret, but what about now?

A portrait of a snoring principal?

"Professor, I will run the Owl Court Club well!"

It will surely grow into the nemesis of evil, a second Order of the Phoenix that strikes fear into the hearts of all dark forces!

Dumbledore's smiling old face twitched slightly. "Good luck. I'm really looking forward to that day."

It's just a matter of getting by, why make such a big deal out of it?

Vincent was secretly chuckling to himself.

Since the portrait was painted while the subject was feigning sleep, the only reason for the secrecy must be that the subject had a way to contact the outside world.

Listen to this, how could a little wizard who is sworn enemies of the dark forces possibly become the Dark Lord?

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Dumbledore knew this was a smokescreen to mislead the outside world, and he could probably guess what would happen in the future.

Burying Pure-blood Supremacy, do you think those old men can just sit idly by?

"If Minister Fudge is willing to accept reality, he is actually a pretty good Minister for Magic."

"Cornelius would be very happy to hear that."

The old man and the young man talked a lot, mostly about how one statement wasn't enough, and they wanted to add some smokescreens of unwavering support for the Ministry of Magic.

"The banquet is about to begin." Dumbledore smiled and shook his head. "Let's hurry over there."

Vincent glanced down at his clothes.

I was running around just now and broke a little sweat.

It's 6:30 now, there's still time to shower and change clothes.

He stood up. "Professor, I'll go back and prepare."

Dumbledore nodded slightly to him. "Go ahead, you certainly don't want to miss the Skeleton Dance Troupe's performance."

Back in the common room, most of the students had gone to the Great Hall.

Hermione sat alone at a table. "Where have you been? We've looked everywhere for you."

"The Headmaster's Office." Vincent walked toward the boys' dormitory. "I need to go back and change my clothes. You go ahead."

She was still preoccupied when she ran out of the Club Room in the afternoon, but after going to the Headmaster's Office, she returned to her carefree state.

The Blood Curse that plagued the Greengrass Family may have already been resolved.

Since it concerns the Owl Court, it's something she could possibly know.

When Vincent came out, he found Hermione still sitting there.

Are you that curious?

"Didn't you say that the Owl Court might be very useful in the future?"

The two walked out of the dormitory side by side.

He didn't intend to reveal Aurelius's affair, after all, it was a scandal involving the Dumbledore family.

"The Blood Curse can actually turn people into animals?"

"Yes, Nagini can then transform into a viper as thick as a thigh."

Hermione could almost feel the air around her getting much lower just by imagining it.

"So the one who inherited the Blood Curse in the Greengrass Family is Daphne's ten-year-old sister?"

"Yes, that's right."

"To alleviate this curse, she needs to share her life with her sister?"

"That's what Professor Dumbledore said."

"Is there no way to completely solve this?"

"We can only pin our hopes on the future." Vincent looked remarkably calm. "Even if wizarding magic fails, there's still Muggle technology."

Hermione paused for a moment, stopping at the top of the stairs on the third floor. "Do you know what this means?"

"I know, it's just a matter of breaking something."

A slight smile played on her lips. "Then you'd better keep it up."

"I thought you would—" Vincent suddenly grabbed her and fell to the ground.

With a loud bang, something smashed into the wall of the stairwell, leaving fine cracks.

"Nagini?" He could clearly see that it was a snake's tail.

Its scales are emerald green, and its body is noticeably thicker than its thighs.