Vincent could still faintly hear the voices of the twins and Percy until he went to bed.
Filch is probably off tonight, otherwise he wouldn't have failed to catch the three of them.
"Do you want earmuffs?" Alfred asked, splitting himself in two using Transfiguration.
"Thank you, but I don't need it."
His three roommates were all among the top in the grade in terms of magical ability.
Even Neville is alright as long as he's not nervous.
"Snoring—snoring—"
Of course, his snoring is still unmatched.
Despite all the distractions, Vincent finally fell asleep.
But he had another dream.
Tom, who had no nose in my dream, came back, and I shot him a whole string of green light.
Then he used both his sword and welding skills to finally create an opportunity for Harry, who was holding the anti-tank gun.
With a "thud," it passed by, and this time, not only was there no nose, but not even a fingernail was left.
Resurrection?
Vincent was suddenly awakened.
No matter what method Voldemort uses to resurrect, as long as his soul can be imprisoned, isn't that enough?
That's the right idea, but it still has to be somewhat related to Dark Magic.
"Ah—it's already dawn."
He stretched and realized that his idea was still somewhat immature.
If imprisoning souls were effective, given Dumbledore's cunning and calculating nature, Voldemort probably wouldn't have survived to the very last movie.
So either it's not possible, or it's impossible.
After washing up, it was already 7:30.
It's perfectly reasonable for a young wizard to carry some self-defense weapons when he goes out.
He took Browning and Enfield with him, except for the wooden crate that was still unopened.
Oh, and Lucy's dagger.
They were all put into the small cloth bag.
Moreover, there was no shrinking or the application of any magic.
Many students were dragging their luggage out of the common room.
They were all going to Hogsmeade Station to catch the Hogwarts Express home.
Vincent's luggage was all stuffed into a small cloth bag, making him look nothing like someone who was going out.
He turned right after leaving the house, then left, and stopped in front of the dripping stone beast.
"Fizzing Whizbees".
Standing on the automatic rotating elevator, just by seeing the tightly closed door to the Headmaster's Office, one could be certain that Dumbledore was not there.
He simply turned the handle, pushed the door open, and went inside.
Fawkes wasn't there either, but the Sorting Hat seemed to have been startled awake and stood up straight.
Good morning, Mr. Hat.
Good morning, Vincent.
The portraits of the past principals are still snoring.
Vincent, standing below, suspected they were faking being asleep.
He stared at Phineas's portrait for a long time, but found nothing unusual before turning away.
"Mr. Hat, have they always been like this?"
"I cannot answer you." The Sorting Hat bent slightly.
Having understood Vincent went to the desk.
On top was a large book with a black cover.
It feels very elastic, just like the skin of a living person without temperature.
"Secrets of the Darkest Art?"
The Sorting Hat grinned as he picked it up. "Kid, stop! This is—"
Vincent opened it without any apparent reason.
"Why, Mr. Hat?"
Are you alright?
"This picture looks pretty scary."
The snoring portraits all instantly closed their eyes.
The Sorting Hat, which had been tilted, straightened up again. "Alright, magic targeting the soul is indeed useless against you."
Vincent had been in a good mood, suddenly frowned.
That Dumbledore is testing him again.
This is the fourth time already; even Neville would get angry.
Just as his anger was rising, a large patch of flames suddenly appeared behind him.
The figure that emerged from it was Dumbledore with the crooked nose.
Fawkes, perched on his shoulder, had grown considerably larger.
"Professor, trust is relative."
"Of course." Dumbledore didn't look at the rolled-up whites of his eyes. "This is just the ultimate test."
Vincent closed the book and placed it back on his desk as if it were burning his hand.
"I've already registered with Tom. The Death Eaters can't stoop so low as to recruit Muggle-born wizards, can they?"
"That's not the reason." Dumbledore's gaze was clear. "I didn't pay enough attention to Tom's condition, which ultimately led to Voldemort's appearance."
If it were you, I believe you would be far more cautious than I am.
Vincent rolled his eyes again. "I'll choose a suitable time to share some little secrets."
"Yes, that's what I think too." Dumbledore blinked.
"Is it now?"
"No, I have something to do later."
Vincent glanced at his watch. "Professor, it's almost 8 o'clock."
"Grab my hand."
As soon as he reached out and placed his hand on the sky-blue robe, a warm current enveloped his entire body.
Amidst the flames, the two disappeared into the Headmaster's Office.
Apparition is a high-level magic that allows an object to disappear from one place and reappear in another.
It requires remembering three Ds: Destination, Determination, and Deliberation.
If it involves moving a person, it is called Side-Along Apparition.
The entire Hogwarts castle and its surrounding area are protected by Anti-Apparition Jinx.
But it cannot stop some Magical Creatures.
For example, House-elf.
For example, the phoenix.
Vincent appeared in a vast open field, did not feel any discomfort.
Perhaps it's due to training from a young age, or perhaps it's due to talent.
Dumbledore didn't find anything strange about it.
"Professor, can I learn Apparition now?"
"Let's wait another two years, at least until we have a deeper understanding of space."
"Alright." Vincent gazed into the distance. "Is this Mr. Flamel's house?"
"You should say, their doorstep." Dumbledore pointed ahead. "Go through this special magical barrier, and you'll see them."
"Them?"
"Nicolas Flamel and Perenelle".
As if suddenly remembering something, he said, "Oh, right, remember to shake hands gently with them later."
Before Vincent could ask why, he heard several ear-piercing sonic booms behind him.
He looked back and saw that there were seven more black and white vortexes.
"My important business has come to an end." Dumbledore appeared very calm, as if he had known all this in advance.
The first to emerge from the vortex was Fudge, who was wearing a dark blue suit.
Next up was Umbridge, dressed in a delicate pink outfit.
Kingsley appeared last, along with the four Auror.
The most eye-catching person was an elderly man with gray hair.
His face was covered in scars, his mouth was crooked, a small piece of flesh was missing from his nose, and his large blue eye on the left was clearly a prosthetic eye that kept blinking.
He limped forward, leaning on his cane.
Vincent felt a chill run down his spine from being stared at.
Under that big eye, he felt as if he had been completely seen through.
"Alastor— "
Dumbledore smile. "He is Vincent Wayne, without a doubt."
"I know, I'm just memorizing some features." The voice was rough and deep.
Vincent looked at Dumbledore questioningly.
"He is Alastor Moody, a legendary Auror."
"It's almost over." Moody looked away. "I'll be officially retiring at the end of the year. This is my last mission."
The legendary Auror's final mission?
Vincent glanced at Fudge, whose face was grave, and immediately realized that the important matter Dumbledore had mentioned was probably not so simple.