As the most powerful wizard of his time, Dumbledore had a certain understanding of everything related to magic.
During his school years, he was extremely fascinated by Alchemy and was even a pen pal of the legendary Alchemists Nicolas Flamel.
He personally taught the most mysterious elective course at Hogwarts — Alchemy.
The students qualified to attend the classes are those who achieved top marks in sixth or seventh grade NEWT Potions, Ancient Magical Runes, Magical Theory.
He certainly knew how to make Pensieve and the like.
It is extremely difficult, but it does not necessarily require rare magical materials.
Vincent said this because he was determined not to do anything without a benefit.
Actually, Dumbledore wasn't incapable of creating them, but he had many other things to do and didn't have the extra time to waste.
However, just as he was about to bargain with Vincent, Sirius Black, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up.
"Rare magical materials? What magical materials? I think there are a lot of them in my family vault."
Vincent stiffly turned his neck. "The Black Family's vault... Sirius Black, are you serious?"
Sirius Black nodded nonchalantly, "Those things are just sitting there anyway. If you need them, take them."
That's what it means to be rich and powerful; this is a true tycoon.
Vincent looked down at the fried pork chop on the plate in front of him, then looked up and met everyone's eyes one by one.
The Deputy Headmistress, the slick-haired Old Bat professor, the retired legendary Auror, the newly promoted Metamorphmagus, the spendthrift rich second-generation, and the Werewolf former professor.
These people have different personalities and interests, but they all come together for the same reason: to fight against Voldemort and the Death Eaters.
Amidst this resolute atmosphere, Vincent's resolve wavered slightly.
He rolled his eyes at Dumbledore.
His moral standards are not high, and he is not capable of selfless dedication. "Whether it is useful or not, we have to see first."
Everyone looked at the sumptuous dishes on the table with satisfaction, and even Snape put away his mocking expression.
It must be the first time in a thousand years that so many people have lunch in the Headmaster's Office, even if it's just at the bottom of the stairs.
After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Vincent and Hermione went home first.
But the small gathering of the Order of the Phoenix did not end there.
Dumbledore the last bite of pudding, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and smiled at everyone. "What do you all think of these two children?"
"Ha—" Snape sneered, "His character is too awful."
He was clearly referring to Vincent, but as for Hermione, it was unclear whether he didn't want to mention her or had no objection.
Sirius Black had a different opinion. "I think he's quite easy to get along with, Snape. You just don't like him, don't you?"
"That's right." Snape's eyes were full of sarcasm. "You'd better watch out, Wayne isn't afraid to empty your vault."
Sirius Black retorted, "Why do you always make malicious assumptions about others? I suggest you reflect on your own behavior before you accuse someone of having a bad character next time."
It doesn't cause much harm, but it's extremely insulting.
Snape snorted, Lupin interjected, "Vincent and Hermione are both exceptional talents and deserve to be nurtured."
No matter how much you dislike them, you have to admit that they are both outstanding.
Vincent goes without saying, and Hermione's intelligence and magical abilities far surpass those of her peers.
What she lacks is practical experience; if she were to fully develop, she would be no weaker than anyone else present.
Both McGonagall and Moody agreed with Lupin's view.
Especially McGonagall, who had high hopes for the two children since they were in first grade, and they did not disappoint her, even bringing surprises time and time again.
Tonks didn't have much contact with the two, but she had a fairly good impression of Vincent, who was powerful but never arrogant.
In the words of her teacher, Moody, she is low-key yet capable, possessing the talent to achieve great things. Such a person is extraordinary and should not be underestimated.
Snape remained unchanged, his face dark as he looked at Dumbledore. "Granger is alright, but Wayne isn't the kind of person who shares your views."
To put it nicely, it's called seeking advantage and avoiding harm; to put it bluntly, it's being solely driven by profit.
Dumbledore's lips curled up slightly. "I think we get along quite well, and this kid is very reliable; we don't have to worry about him much."
They said it was for tea, but it turned out to be a job interview.
It's hard to say about Hermione, Vincent has his own things to do and definitely won't join the Order of the Phoenix.
There were no classes this afternoon, so the students started discussing the Second Task from this morning.
The Daily Prophet broke the news at the end of the project, detailing the four Champion's rescue of the hostages. As expected, the ending praised the Ministry of Magic for its thorough preparations and deliberately elevated the significance of the Triwizard Tournament, which is commonly known as "putting it on a pedestal."
The Room of Requirement, a secret base.
After two hours of arduous research and development, Vincent successfully integrated the Pensieve memory playback function into a small Magical Communicator add-on.
Even though it's smaller than a finger, once you put the extracted memories inside and install it on the Magical Communicator, the projection screen can play the entire memory.
Furthermore, it can be sped up and slowed down, and if connected to a large Magical Projection, it can even achieve an immersive Pensieve experience.
Video communication has evolved from Two-Way Mirror to Magical Communicator, and memory replay has gone from the Pensieve to small add-ons. The Alchemy world is undergoing another major transformation without anyone noticing.
But Vincent one who started all this, just wanted to leisurely enjoy campus life.
After dinner,
As usual, he and his friends held a lively celebration party in the Owl Court Club Room.
Harry scored a high score of 45 today. As long as his performance in the Third Task isn't too bad, he'll definitely win the Triwizard Cup.
However, he, who should have been the star of the party, seemed rather sullen, and the smile on his face looked forced.
Ron came over when everyone had stopped surrounding him.
"Harry, what's wrong with you?"
"Sorry, I'm still thinking about what happened during the day."
Although it was called a test, Harry always felt that the Merpeople's attack was not that simple.
He looked at his injured arm.
Madam Pomfrey's skills are exceptional; the wound has now completely healed, and I estimate that it will be painless when I wake up tomorrow.
Looking back, if he hadn't reacted quickly enough, the thrown spear would have pierced his chest instead of his arm.
He had a particularly conflicted feeling about those Merpeople; their attacks were carried out under the leader's orders, but they seemed somewhat reluctant.
"Harry, don't overthink it." Ron turned around and picked up an empty plate from the table behind him, which was full of food. "You were the only one who got a minor injury in the Second Task, which is the best outcome."
He handed the plate to Harry. "Have something to eat. I noticed you didn't eat much at dinner."
Harry nodded with a wry smile. "Maybe I'm just overthinking it."