After dispelling all the black mist, Dumbledore noticed Quirrell falling downwards.
With a gentle flick of his Elder Wand, he slowed down and landed steadily on the ground.
"Professor, aren't you going to chase after them?" Vincent asked anxiously.
He has already left Hogwarts' sensory range.
He was better than anyone at escaping.
"Voldemort—VoldeMort?"
Dumbledore nodded approvingly. "To fly away from death, that is the true meaning behind Voldemort's name."
With this most powerful wizard, feared even by the biggest villain, Vincent can finally rest easy.
"I feel a little dizzy, Professor."
"This is a normal reaction to excessive blood loss."
"I see." He weighed the Sword of Gryffindor in his hand. "Voldemort's reappearance should make the front page of the newspapers, right?"
Dumbledore bent down with a sigh of helplessness. "I don't know, but I hope so."
"Why? He really did come back."
"I know Cornelius Fudge's character very well."
He picked up a wrinkled baby bird from the ashes, "He will definitely prevent anything from shaking his position."
Vincent inexplicably thought of a certain island nation from his past life.
When something goes wrong, they cover it up immediately. When they can't cover it up anymore, they bow at a 90-degree angle and say something like "private Marseille" with great emotion.
If I remember correctly, this small country had changed its prime minister three times in two years before he was struck by lightning.
Dumbledore gently cradled the reborn Fawkes in his hands.
"Professor, is Anna alright?" Rolf asked anxiously as he ran up.
"Very energetic." He stood up and winked at the twins and Cedric.
"Mr. Weasley, I admire your excellent attitude in the face of adversity—"
Mr. Diggory, the courage you've shown even made me think for a moment that you should be sorted into Gryffindor.
"Professor, you know all this?" Vincent shuddered.
"Not entirely." Dumbledore looked down at the Headmaster's Office, which had a large hole in it.
Hermione, who was crouching there, waved to them to indicate that she was alright.
"Uh—I knew they were pretending to be asleep."
Vincent's Sense Enhancing Potion effects hadn't worn off yet, and he could keenly sense that several portraits hurriedly closed their eyes.
However, even without prior tips from previous headmasters, given the importance of the Headmaster's Office, Dumbledore must have known what was happening here.
No wonder I was able to let them deal with Quirrell; it turns out everything was under control.
"Professor, could you arrive earlier next time?" Vincent pouted and simply sat down on the stone pillar.
Dumbledore smiled and waved his Elder Wand.
"I remember a student once said that he wanted to invent a spell called 'Professor Dumbledore Accio' before graduation."
Did he succeed?
Unfortunately, he failed.
Vincent pouted. "He must not know you well enough."
Dumbledore did not reply, but simply watched quietly as the tower was gradually restored.
Fred and George exchanged a glance, then both put on mischievous smiles and looked at the clean-looking Little Badger next to them.
Cedric, who seemed to understand but not quite, felt a chill run down his spine from their stares. "You two, are you plotting something against me?"
"No, no."
The twins' denials only fueled his suspicions.
"Children, would you like a cup of hot tea before going back to rest?"
All five readily accepted Dumbledore's invitation.
"Professor, what should we do about Professor Quirrell?"
Quirrell lay quietly on the bed, breathing very faintly.
"I've placed a restriction on him so he won't wake up until the Ministry of Magic arrives."
They looked at the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, who had lost his hands and lower body but was still alive, and inwardly marveled at Dumbledore magical power.
As soon as they stepped into the Headmaster's Office, Reparo, they heard the Sorting Hat complaining.
"Ugh—I'm about to suffocate!"
Hermione blushed and put it back on the shelf.
Could it be that—
The twins stopped talking after being glared at by her.
"Please have a seat." Dumbledore conjured seven chairs around the large table.
Vincent first put the Sword of Gryffindor back on the shelf.
"Mr. Hat, you're so naughty!"
The Sorting Hat's wrinkles are humanely straightened, as if expressing a proud little emotion.
Hermione, who had witnessed this, looked away. "Professor, is that person really that person?"
"Yes." Dumbledore didn't mind her reluctance to call him by his name.
In the Wizarding World, not everyone has the courage to do this.
The name Voldemort was imbued with tracking magic very early on.
Anyone who speaks out will have their location immediately known.
Vincent wasn't afraid at all.
He was at Hogwarts, so knowing his location wasn't a big deal.
"Professor, did you just call him Tom?"
Is this Voldemort's real name?
Dumbledore his hand and conjured seven cups of hot tea. "Yes, he really hates the name Tom."
Vincent remembered Tom Riddle Sr. from the Leaky Cauldron, and a British Shorthair blue and white cat named Tom.
No wonder they changed their name to French; with a name so common in both wizarding and Muggle World, tracking magic would probably light up the entire world map.
He picked up the hot tea and took a small sip, and found that the dizziness in his brain was slowly disappearing.
This effect is even more potent than Brain-Boosting Potion.
Seeing him take small sips, the five children also took a sip.
It's warm and cozy.
"The House-elf's craftsmanship is truly excellent!"
"Oh, they didn't do this," Dumbledore. "I Severus to make it on the spot."
"Pfft—" The twins tilted their heads and spat out everything they had just drunk.
Are you sure there's no poison added to the stuff that the Old Bat made?
Vincent didn't react much, but he did think of Snape's identity Potions Master.
This profession may seem expensive, but it can actually be quite lucrative.
There are so many Acromantula in the Great Hall today; their venom alone could probably sell for ten or twenty thousand Galleon.
"Professor, I just remembered there's something important I haven't done yet!"
With a calm expression, Dumbledore waved his hand and conjured a plate of delicate candies.
"Severus was quite happy just now, and even said he would personally take them back to the Forbidden Forest."
Even Hermione looked a little unhappy.
No wonder they were so kind; they'd made a fortune.
Vincent downed the entire cup of hot tea, worth several thousand Galleon, in one gulp.
He then slumped back in his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Quirrell is likely to be stuck in Azkaban for the rest of his life for doing something like that.
He didn't know if Snape would let his guard down.
All he knew was that there were many good things inside the Bat Cave.
When the twins saw him suddenly sit up straight again, they both smiled mischievously, as if by unspoken agreement.
Hermione knew something was about to happen again.
Even Cedric and Rolf, who were "simple-minded," vaguely sensed something.