The 33rd floor of the Woolworth Building has always been the exclusive hospital for senior ministers.
The hospital that ordinary members or ordinary wizards go to is Antisber Hospital, located in the suburbs of Manhattan.
After undergoing a brief examination by the Auror on the 33rd floor, Dumbledore headed towards Vincent's room, number 7.
"Knock knock—"
"Come in."
The moment he appeared, Vincent knew his place in the world.
"Professor? When did you arrive?"
"This morning." Dumbledore glanced at him casually, his gaze lingering briefly on his chest.
"Mom and Dad, I'm hungry."
The Wayne knew they had something to say.
Gu Gu blinked its big eyes.
"Little one, you must be hungry too?" Evelyn picked it up. "Professor Dumbledore, would you like some lunch prepared for you?"
"Thank you, Mrs. Wayne," Dumbledore declined the offer.
After she and Eric left the ward, he first took out the Elder Wand and waved it around.
"How is he doing?"
"It's better than I expected."
Vincent's description is very accurate.
The daily life of the retired Dark Lord is realistically depicted.
"His taste has always been excellent," Dumbledore chuckled. "But I still find it hard to imagine him in a white robe."
After chatting for a while, he focused his gaze on the area of the chest that was emitting an aura of Dark Magic.
"Although it was very faint, I knew it was his curse, and Unforgivable Curses at that."
"Professor, it's Killing Curse."
Vincent remained calm. "I'm a little wizard who survived the Killing Curse of two Dark Lords, though the price was a bit high."
Dumbledore sat down by the bedside. "So his research on Dark Magic has reached this level."
Just enough to let your soul leave your body, just enough to be within your limit.
He glanced at it briefly, and it seemed he already understood the purpose of the Killing Curse.
Vincent, who used magic in his soul state, not only grasped the feeling of Wandless Magic, but his magical aura also underwent a slight change.
"Professor, I've suddenly thought of a question!"
Vincent recalls his near-death experience.
The cosmic will in the pitch-black space seems easy to talk to, but it is impossible to return in the same way.
So, why is Voldemort still able to live in a spirit-like state?
Dumbledore looked somewhat taken aback.
Twelve years ago may have been the first time, but He can forcibly take away a soul.
No matter how powerful one's magic is, one will eventually return to where one is meant to go after wandering outside.
"He reminded me," Dumbledore muttered to himself. "Of course, it could be a coincidence—but the possibility is very high."
Vincent was a little confused. "Professor, what are you talking about?"
"The secret to Tom's survival."
He wanted to ask further, but Dumbledore refused to reveal anything more.
"Stingy guy—" he muttered, then turned his face toward the window.
Dumbledore a wry smile. "It's just a possibility right now. I'll satisfy your curiosity once I've confirmed it."
Vincent turned his face back. "Professor, can I learn Apparition now?"
"Oh—this is a sixth-grade course."
"I have basically mastered the Nonverbal spells of the fifth grade. Even graduates may not know how to Wandless Magic. I just need to practice more."
"Until you are fully recovered," Dumbledore, offering a hollow promise.
What is recovery, and what is complete recovery?
In other words, it means it's not about what you think, but what the smiling principal on the other side thinks.
With a pout Vincent simply picked up the letter he had received some time ago.
The first letter is a reading list for Hogwarts.
[Standard Book of Spells, Level Two, by Miranda Gossack]
Break with a Banshee, by Gilderoy Lockhart
"Gadding with Ghouls" by Gilderoy Lockhart
"Holidays with Hags" by Gilderoy Lockhart
Travels with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart
"Voyages with Vampires" by Gilderoy Lockhart
Wanderings with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart
[A Year with the Snowman by Gilderoy Lockhart]
Vincent rolled his eyes at Dumbledore. "Professor, how much of a kickback did you take?"
"Oh—can I say I forgot about it?"
He doesn't believe even a single punctuation mark.
Lockhart was clearly using his position as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to sell these books to Hogwarts students.
He's already thought of his new book for next year; it will be called "A Year with Hogwarts Students".
The following year, "Living with the Curse of Defense Against the Dark Arts".
Vincent, feeling a sudden chill run down his spine, opened the second letter.
This was written by Fred and George the day before yesterday, inviting him to Diagon Alley next Wednesday to buy school supplies together.
The third letter was from Harry, thanking him for the birthday present and mentioning his recent activities with the Dursley.
The first half was alright, but the second half was a bit spooky.
My homework has vanished, and my magic wand keeps floating up on its own.
The next letter is still from Harry.
He said he returned to the Burrow because he discovered that it was all the House-elf.
He ruined Vernon and Mason's business and always inexplicably played tricks on the Dursley.
To avoid further misunderstandings, he decided to spend the rest of his vacation at the Burrow.
"Professor, are you aware of this?"
Dumbledore shook his head. "House-elf don't intentionally do anything to harm wizards; it's an indelible mark on their souls."
"Then someone must have been behind this." Vincent neatly folded the two letters.
No matter what, the Weasley are one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight.
Even they don't have House-elf. This kind of despicable thing, like having a son without an anus, is probably something that only some extreme Pure-blood men would do.
The next letter was from Hermione.
She said she had already completed the second-year curriculum on her own and had promised to go to Diagon Alley with Fred and the others.
"Hmm—" Vincent paused for a moment, then stuffed the letter back into the envelope.
He knew, of course, that this was a low-level suggestion.
They probably saw the reports from North America and couldn't wait to find out the inside story.
Just as Eric and Evelyn returned, he was almost finished reading the letter.
Aside from hamburgers, America's most common food is fried chicken.
But this is New York, Manhattan, where the wealthy live.
This lunch can be summed up in one word: expensive!
Fortunately, the Magical Congress reimbursed the expenses.
While enjoying the food, Vincent deliberately made various exclamations of surprise.
Dumbledore lost control.
When Gu Gu ate the last bite of pudding, his expression was one of despair.
"Professor, I feel embarrassed when you look at me like that."
"I'm pretty sure there's nothing wrong with my eyesight."
Dumbledore's enigmatic smile made Vincent feel uneasy.
If he could do it all over again, he would definitely eat that pudding himself.