It doesn't matter whether it's a person or not, the key is who that person is.
Xenophilius carefully navigated through the labyrinthine books and crouched down in front of Luna.
"There are many wonderful things in this world, but our lifespan is limited."
"Dad, shouldn't we make the most of every precious day?"
"Yes."
A look of understanding appeared on her little face. "Daddy, I'm sure I can find that person!"
Xenophilius smiled and took her small hand. "I think you'll definitely need it."
He rummaged through a pile of small boxes and found a pair of oddly shaped glasses.
The frame is covered with tiny patterns and designs, making it look very much like an owl with its wings spread.
The lenses on both sides are different colors; the left one is light pink, and the right one is light blue.
It also seemed to have used some kind of decorative magic, as the entire pair of glasses was still emitting a faint glow.
"Dad, what is this?"
"A pair of glasses that allows you to see the real world."
After Luna put it on, the world before her eyes was reduced to only two colors.
Every now and then, you can see some tiny white dots floating around.
Her previously disappointed face instantly brightened with excitement.
"Daddy, Daddy, what are those little things?"
Xenophilius mysteriously pulled out a small booklet.
"They are invisible creatures that can float into people's ears and mess with their minds. I call them Nargles."
"How amazing!" Luna exclaimed, looking around the room with her glasses on.
Her gaze settled on the spot where the Nargles were most numerous.
There was a roll of parchment there with many strange patterns drawn on it.
"This is Magical Runes, and I'm using it to write a report."
Luna tilted her head and stared at it for a long time, then stared even longer after taking off her glasses.
She seemed interested in Magical Runes, but even more interested in the report that attracted the Nargles.
"Dad, is it about the Sorcerer's Stone?"
Xenophilius nodded without any surprise.
"Gringotts was mysteriously invaded, and afterwards the Sorcerer's Stone was placed inside Hogwarts Castle..."
His account largely matched that of The Daily Prophet.
But the real culprit in the end was not Quirrell.
"Quirinus is just a scapegoat put forward by the Ministry of Magic. The Sorcerer's Stone must have been targeted by dark forces."
Luna blinked her big eyes. "Daddy, so who exactly was it that appeared that day?"
"Gellert Grindelwald Grindelwald can't leave Nurmengard, so there's only one possibility left."
"Then drive him away..."
"Yes, Quirinus only has an upper body and one hand now. If he's with that guy, Fudge has done another stupid thing."
Xenophilius's face was filled with disgust. "This most foolish minister in history even hired six children to act in the play."
"Dad, we have to uncover the truth."
"Yes, we need to wake up more people."
The father and daughter, with their wildly imaginative minds, sat down and chatted for a long time.
The Magical Runes on the parchment were gradually filled in.
January 30th is the last day of the Christmas holiday.
Perenelle also prepared a sumptuous lunch.
This time, the macarons were divided into four portions.
Dumbledore wholeheartedly supported her decision.
Aside from occasionally making a funny face at him, Vincent was quite quiet throughout the meal.
After the meal.
Nicolas Flamel asked Big White to bring over a small silver-white box.
"It has multiple camouflage modes, and you can put your oversized—your Gunblade —inside."
Judging from its color and weight, it also appears to be made of Mithril.
"Albus Dumbledore will handle the formalities." He looked at Dumbledore. "The Undetectable Extension Charm, however, will need to be applied by you personally."
Vincent knew that the spell was strictly controlled.
If wizards were to abuse their power indiscriminately, Muggle might find that any toilet they randomly enter could hold hundreds of people.
Therefore, the Undetectable Extension Charm cannot be used for personal purposes and can only be used on individual items approved by the relevant Ministry of Magic.
For example, school suitcases, tents, and small cloth bags provided by merchants.
Dumbledore nodded slightly to Vincent, as if agreeing to teach him the spell.
"Teacher, is there any more?"
Nicolas Flamel's eyelids twitched slightly. "You have my manuscript. You just need to familiarize yourself with the first six steps of Alchemy."
"But I don't have the ingredients."
Following the principle of taking whatever he could, Vincent started waving his right hand around.
"You wouldn't want me, a mere apprentice, to only be able to do the final assembly, would you?"
"I can offer something that is scarce."
Dumbledore turned his head away, unable to bear looking at him.
No one is perfect, not even the legendary Alchemists who lived for 666 years.
"Teacher, how can I contact you in the future?"
"It's very simple, all you need is a Two-Way Mirror."
"Cough cough—" He tried to get their attention.
Vincent completely ignored him. "Great, now I can come to you with any questions I don't understand."
"Cough cough—"
Compared to Dumbledore's resentful look, Nicolas Flamel is now more concerned about his apprentice.
"I still have a lot of things stored in Gringotts' vault, and I will change the heir when the time comes."
"Thank you, teacher!"
Dumbledore stepped into the alchemy elevator with a wry smile.
He came outside the building, turned around, and quietly looked at the building that stood out so much from its surroundings.
It may be a long time before we meet again.
Nicolas Flamel's "funeral" date has been set for the summer vacation.
Once the Sorcerer's Stone is destroyed, he will take Vincent back to Hogwarts.
With Snape temporarily taking over the Defense Against the Dark Arts, the students' skills should improve significantly.
But this is not a long-term solution.
The one who cursed this position was Tom, who had previously failed in his job search.
Since then, no professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts has been able to last a year.
For decades, he had to struggle with the selection of new professors every year.
Last year, Quirrell, who taught Muggle Studies, volunteered to go to Albania and then came back where Tom took a liking to him.
This year's new professors, let alone applying, probably wouldn't have many people daring to come even if he personally invited them.
"Professor, what are you thinking about?"
Dumbledore shifted his gaze from the top floor downwards and saw Vincent's ambiguous smile.
"Thinking about a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."
"Are you finally going to fire Professor Snape?"
"No." He seemed used to it and didn't find the guess out of the ordinary.
He had considered lifting the curse, but had been without success for decades.
What do you think of Alastor?
Vincent was almost scared to the ground by that smiling face.
He took a step back warily. "Professor, do you have a grudge against Mr. Moody?"
Dumbledore shook his head helplessly. "No."
"Well, it seems you're struggling to find someone to be the unlucky one."
Vincent gently patted his heart.
"I think Professor Snape is quite good. Why don't we let him be the unfortunate new professor?"
"Alas—" Dumbledore sighed.
He sincerely hoped that Snape could make it through the next semester.
Otherwise, we'll end up with two unlucky people—two new professors.