That Old Bastard Dumbledore Must Have Some Hidden Meaning

Divination was the last exam of the morning; the afternoon exams included herbal spells and the History of Magic.

Tomorrow there are several elective courses, including protecting Fantastic Beasts, and the two students who have chosen all the courses will take all the exams without missing a single one.

Before heading to the Great Hall for lunch, Vincent felt it necessary to tell Dumbledore about the Prophecy.

Hermione, do you want to come along?

She shook her head. "I'll wait for you in the Great Hall."

She has really changed a lot by being able to suppress her intense curiosity.

They didn't even inquire about the content of the Prophecy. If it were "last year" when they were in second grade, they would at least have tried to find out more, if not dig deep.

As people grow up, they become more mature.

Vincent came down from the North Tower alone and walked quickly to the corridor on the Seventh Floor leading to the gargoyle stone beast.

No password required, the access control opens automatically.

Go up the spiral staircase, and knock on the door before entering the office.

"Come in."

Vincent walked into the Headmaster's Office.

Dumbledore actually had a guest—Old Man Newt Scamander, whom he had just met yesterday.

"Hello, Mr. Scamander."

Newt Scamander nodded to him. "Looks like I need to excuse myself."

Dumbledore noticed Vincent's serious expression and knew that something important must have happened.

"Newt Scamander, let's talk another day."

As soon as Newt Scamander left the Headmaster's Office, Vincent immediately drew his wand, closed the door, and completely shut out the surrounding space.

"Oh—that's quite advanced magic." Dumbledore smiled at him. "It seems you've had a very fruitful year."

Vincent sat opposite him and went straight to the point without responding. "Professor Trelawney has a new Prophecy."

Dumbledore's smile vanished instantly. "About whose?"

"Voldemort and his two servants."

The most loyal servant will receive help from another servant to break free of the chains that bind him.

Voldemort, with the help of his two servants, will return stronger and more terrifying than before.

Vincent did not reveal the second half of the Prophecy.

This is his own business, and he doesn't want anyone to interfere.

Dumbledore. "Does anyone else know?"

Hermione guessed it, but she didn't know the content of the Prophecy.

Another servant was clueless, while the most loyal servant was still bound in chains...

What are the top figures in Azkaban?

Dumbledore's expression grew increasingly serious. "Thank you for the news. I think I'll probably be quite busy lately."

Not only do they need to find clues about the Horcrux, but they also need to keep an eye on Harry's condition, and now they must be wary of Voldemort's two servants.

Compared to these, the Ministry of Magic's previous interference in Hogwarts is simply insignificant.

Having delivered the message, Vincent felt it was time to leave.

But just as he stood up, Dumbledore called him back.

"Vincent, you're an adult now, aren't you?"

"Hmm?" Vincent looked down at his watch, puzzled.

June 7, 1998.

The time added by the Time-Turner is exactly four years.

Vincent looked wary. "Professor, I'm still a little over a month away from turning 18."

Dumbledore smiled without saying a word, made him feel uneasy.

That old bastard Deng is definitely plotting against him again!

"Professor, I'll be going now if there's nothing else."

After saying that, he disappeared like a gust of wind.

Dumbledore shook his head. "This is wonderful news."

Great Hall,

Vincent, looking displeased, sat down at the Gryffindor table.

First came Trelawney's Prophecy, then Dumbledore's scheming; my good mood for the whole day was completely ruined.

No matter how delicious the lunch was, he couldn't taste anything.

Even though the dessert was a scones that were cloyingly sweet in just a small bite, he couldn't taste anything special about them, even after eating them one after another.

Neville, who was standing next to him, thought that there wasn't enough sugar in the scones today. After taking a big sip, he was so sweet that he quickly drank half a bowl of clam and bacon soup.

James and Alfred finally noticed something was wrong.

"Old Wen, what's wrong? Is it because of that old liar?"

I guess so.

The entire dorm told the truth during the Divination exam, so Vincent must be feeling down because he didn't get a good grade.

James shook his head and sighed in a wise and old-fashioned manner, "I really don't understand the world of you academic elites. It's just that you failed a Divination. Neville and I both failed two courses."

If it weren't for Lupin's kindness in giving everyone an "O", I probably would have only passed one of the four exams in the morning Transfiguration.

"Sigh..." Vincent also sighed.

Sometimes he really envied his academically challenged roommate.

Live a carefree life, do whatever you want, and only worry about grades at the end of the semester.

"Why are you sighing like that?" Hermione walked over.

James and Alfred kept winking at Neville.

Seeing that he was in a daze, the two of them simply pulled him up.

"Old Wen, let's go to the greenhouse first."

As Neville was being dragged away, he stared longingly at the scones he had only taken a bite of, saying, "Old James, Alfred, I'm not full yet."

"If you stay any longer, you won't be able to eat anything."

Even without any PDA, the gazes from those girls alone were enough to send chills down your spine.

Hermione sat down. "Didn't you already tell Professor Dumbledore about the Prophecy? What's there to worry about?"

"Actually..." Vincent paused.

It wasn't that I didn't trust her, but the latter part of the Prophecy was just too terrifying.

Even Voldemort was just a fake Dark Lord, so what will the real Dark Lord face?

If the Prophecy comes true, all his relatives and friends will definitely be kept under close surveillance.

"Actually, I wasn't worried about the Prophecy. I was annoyed that Professor Dumbledore specifically asked me if I was an adult."

"Hmm..." Hermione lowered her head and pondered.

What things in the Wizarding World require adulthood?

She suddenly blushed and shook her head vigorously.

"Uh... Could it be that he noticed you've been too relaxed lately, so he deliberately asked that question to make you worry?"

"Huh?" Vincent instinctively shivered.

Even though Dumbledore was a jerk in his mind, he wasn't that bored.

Just like last semester when I suggested he take all courses, since I asked this question specifically, there must be a deeper meaning behind it.

Vincent let out a sigh of relief. "Whatever, I'll find out sooner or later anyway."

The same applies to Prophecy.

He doesn't belong in a position to trap himself in his own web.

Instead of scratching your head here alone, you should take action and make thorough preparations.

Hermione's lips curled up slightly.

This is the Vincent she knows.

No matter what difficulties or predicaments he encounters, he always maintains an optimistic and positive attitude and comes up with solutions.

It gives you a strong sense of security, making you want to rely on it.

"The herbalism exam is about to begin." Vincent looked away from his watch. "Let's go."

Hermione ignored the hostile stares from the girls and walked quickly out of the Great Hall alongside him.