What is the real Dark Lord?
First, you need people.
Then it won't just be hehehe,
Ultimately, it cannot be completely defeated.
Dumbledore, with his short beard, eventually hired the young Trelawney.
Vincent understood that this was because the Prophecy had been leaked, and that she needed to be protected.
Voldemort conquered many places, but the only place he couldn't conquer was Hogwarts, where Dumbledore was.
"We have to go." Dumbledore his long beard, held out his hand to him. "Relax, don't try to be aware of your body."
As soon as he placed his hand on it, it felt as if something was pulling him.
I felt a bit short of breath, like my face was submerged in water.
Vincent looked up and opened his eyes to see Dumbledore smiling at him.
The schemes are unfolding in a series of interconnected steps; it seems they're about to get straight to the point.
"I've seen so many children, some outstanding, some intelligent."
Dumbledore used his Elder Wand to retrieve the threads of his memory. "But Vincent, you are the most unpredictable child I have ever met."
"Professor, haven't you already seen through it?"
Vincent, choosing to play dumb, glanced at the Orichalcum Bullet that hadn't yet been engraved with Magical Circuit. "The real reason I'm protecting the Sorcerer's Stone is that I really want to learn Alchemy from Mr. Flamel."
Isn't this Christmas present wonderful?
"That's amazing, so amazing I can't even imagine it."
"You have great potential, Vincent." Dumbledore pushed the memory back into his mind. "When I was a first-year student, I didn't have the ability to outwit the Potions Class professor."
"Professor Snape is the one who leaked the information, isn't he?"
Vincent was furious. "He's a big bad guy. That night he chased me like a madman from the dungeon to the Seventh Floor..."
Dumbledore no reaction, and even seemed quite interested.
In Snape's version, he was the little rascal who provoked the professor.
"Later they went to Slytherin's dormitory and found a pot of Polyjuice Potion that was almost ready."
"Severus is not a bad person." Dumbledore smiled as if he had seen through something. "He made a mistake and has regretted it ever since."
Vincent's eyes widened. "Old Bat— Professor Snape really is with Harry's mother..."
"They knew each other before they went to Hogwarts."
Did you meet when you were eleven?
Childhood sweethearts can't compete with domineering CEOs?
If it were Vincent in this situation, he would have immediately grabbed him with a ruthless iron hand.
Then follow up with a left hook, a right hook, and then a Pegasus Meteor Fist.
Finally, he swung a giant Rasengan with one hand and blasted the person into outer space.
"Professor, may I ask another question?"
"No, this involves Severus's privacy."
Vincent curled his lip. "I know even if you don't say it, Professor Snape is definitely the one who will get beaten up."
"Ahem—" A moment of awkwardness flashed across Dumbledore's face. "Although he has a bad character, he is not a truly evil person."
"Professor, I understand."
The targeting is real, and the tension is real too.
Going to Voldemort's side as a double agent, besides atonement, should probably be to better protect Harry.
Vincent's anger subsided, but he suddenly became wary.
He looked at the smiling Dumbledore with the same pitiful expression Little Red Riding Hood had when she saw the Big Bad Wolf.
"Professor, what do you want to do to me?"
That look in his eyes really annoyed Dumbledore.
What bad intentions could an old person have?
"Vincent, what are your thoughts on the Wizarding World?"
We rambled on and on, but eventually got back on track.
"See with your eyes."
Dumbledore nodded nonchalantly. "I thought you would see with your heart."
If Vincent hadn't believed in his own abilities, he would have seriously doubted that Vincent had used Legilimency.
The centenarian in front of me could not possibly be a bad person, but he was not exactly a simple good person either.
Vincent had a very contradictory feeling about him.
Despite having the power to change things, they preferred to stay cooped up in the small Hogwarts.
"Professor, I still don't understand."
"Then take your time and look carefully," Dumbledore paused.
"The world is vast, and what you see is only a small part of it."
Vincent paused for a moment, then said, "Professor, why don't you give it a try?"
"I am not qualified." Dumbledore blue eyes looked somewhat forlorn. "Power is a highly corrosive poison."
Fudge is a good example.
If we take the Sword of Gryffindor back for examination, we will surely find traces of the Killing Curse.
Quirrell's broken Alder Wand had only been used with the Imperius Curse that day.
But he chose to turn a blind eye.
Not for fame, not for profit?
This is a misfortune for the Ministry of Magic, and a misfortune for the entire Wizarding World of Britain.
"Professor, I think this is just the beginning."
"Yes, Cornelius has been getting close to certain people lately."
The prime suspect is definitely Draco's wealthy father.
Dumbledore walked over to him and said, "Nicolas Flamel may teach you far more than just Alchemy. I learned a great deal from him."
Vincent was somewhat taken aback.
According to the usual practice, this is undoubtedly the best opportunity to take on apprentices.
He even came up with a reason to refuse, and that's it?
Do you have any other questions?
"No." He said rather guiltily, pointing his wand at the Orichalcum Bullet. "My teacher did teach me a lot."
"That's good." Dumbledore turned and walked toward the Mithril basin.
With all the right timing, location, and people in place, Trelawney's Prophecy did not come true.
Could it be later?
Before he could even finish Magical Circuit, the Orichalcum Bullet started smoking again.
"Did I disturb you?" Dumbledore pointed his Elder Wand at the large basin and placed it back on the metal shelf.
"No, Professor." Vincent picked up the fourth one. "The big basin from before had a name, didn't it?"
"Pensieve".
It vividly presents memories, faithfully reproducing every detail buried in the subconscious, thus allowing the memory owner or a second party to access the memory.
"Oh." He remembered that there seemed to be a large basin made of a different material in the Bat Cave.
Dumbledore his head and smiled wryly, "I'll talk to Severus after school starts."
"Oh."
"Several of my old friends are very fond of Gwent."
"Oh."
"I have approved the application for the campus tournament, but the timing must be separate from the Quidditch Match."
"Oh."
Dumbledore smiled and stared at him, who was looking distracted.
"Your Order of Merlin have been approved."
"Oh—ah?" Vincent straightened up instantly. "Professor, is it Level One?"
"No." Dumbledore's lips twitched slightly.
"Cornelius and I applied very hard, but unfortunately Wizengamot only agreed to award us a second-class medal because we were too young."
Old Malfoy estimated that he couldn't extend his tentacles into Wizengamot yet.
If it had been Voldemort who was defeated on the surface, not Quirrell, this First Class Medal would probably have been awarded to him without hesitation.
So it's all Fudge's fault!