Nagini kept asking Surya how she had been all these years, but never mentioned anything about her parents.
Surya selectively ignored that and instead talked about the shop's past.
It started as a small stall, then, because of peace, it had to save money to buy a small shop, and finally developed into the largest Dark Magic Item Shop in Chinatown.
"You're not married yet?"
"I once had a beloved person, but sadly he has left me."
Nagini empathized, saying, "We all deserve a new life."
Although she is not as old as her younger sister, she has already taken on the responsibilities of an older sister.
Vincent was listening silently, suddenly remembered Madam Zabini.
Perhaps the deaths of her seven husbands were all accidents, but at least she had used her beauty to her advantage.
Nagini was treated like family by the Dumbledore brothers because she always had a kind heart.
They talked for a long time and about many things.
Around midnight, Dumbledore took Vincent back to Hogwarts.
Seventh Floor corridor.
"Professor, will Nagini stay in Thailand from now on?"
"Maybe."
"I think she will definitely go back to Britain."
Surya was a close relative, but Dumbledore and his brothers were also family.
Vincent waved at him, who was lost in thought, "Professor—Professor—"
Dumbledore snapped out of his reverie. "You're right, Nagini is family."
The only place in Britain I can truly call home is here.
The position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is still vacant.
His abilities are fine, and his personality is even better.
The issues of nationality and identity were resolved after the School Board Member was appeased.
Finally, only the question of Surya remained.
Vincent felt very uncomfortable under his gaze.
"Professor, I think you shouldn't—at least you should respect their opinions."
"You've already guessed the answer, haven't you?"
Dumbledore accepted the disdainful look from him with equanimity.
Highly skilled wizards usually don't care about their wealth.
They have countless ways to get what they want, although most of them are illegal.
"Professor, don't you have any savings?"
"I'm sorry, I disappointed you."
"I still need to buy seven more Board Seats!" Vincent's disdain deepened.
"I've only just started earning a little money, can't you let me have a couple more days to warm up?"
Dumbledore gave a meaningful smile.
"Vincent, you can probably guess why Professor Elphias Doge chose you to be his class assistant, right?"
Of the seven grades, only the second grade received this treatment.
There's no need to think about Gu Gu; there's definitely a deeper meaning behind this.
Considering Vincent's extraordinary talent as a natural master of Occlumency, capable of resisting the influence of Dark Magic, Dumbledore's true purpose is singular.
Perhaps he will officially take up the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor right after graduating from school.
Without the funding provided by Lord Lucius, Hogwarts would have had a very difficult five years.
Just then, Wizard Cards emerged to go against Gwent, and just then, the players were unwilling to engage in a protracted war, and just then, they made some Gold Galleons from the 26 largest card merchants in Europe.
Vincent shivered, a chill running down his spine.
"Professor, was all of this part of your calculations?"
Dumbledore smiled and shook his head. "I haven't even said goodbye to my old friends yet, and you've already almost driven the Wizard Cards to the brink of ruin."
"It's not that exaggerated." Vincent gently patted his heart, which had been pounding wildly.
"So, you're saying I don't actually have to work hard?"
"Of course not." Dumbledore's gaze turned serious.
It's because of your attitude.
If you choose to stand by and watch, then I will not offer any help.
On the contrary, none of us want to see innocent wizards harmed.
Vincent lowered his hands and looked him in the eye honestly.
"Professor, at first I thought they had only themselves to blame, and that they had already decided to stop the Wizard Cards from reaping their wealth before doing so."
Hermione and Daphne influenced me, but I still don't know why.
Dumbledore and pointed to his chest, "Because you have a kind heart."
Vincent lowered his head with a complicated expression.
"Kindness? Kindness can't accomplish what you and your teacher originally wanted to do, can it?"
Faced with this question that was not really a question, Dumbledore simply lowered his hands and waited quietly.
He also has a kind heart, so kind that he dares not break any rules.
You could call him cowardly, but you can't deny his kindness.
"Professor, I will not be gentle with those obstacles in my way."
Even so, can I still be considered kind?
Dumbledore.
Even if it causes a lot of unnecessary sacrifices.
He nodded again.
"To become the real Dark Lord." The confusion in Vincent's eyes disappeared.
Instead, it is an awareness, an awareness that encompasses several qualities.
Courage, wisdom, kindness, ambition.
Although it was well hidden, Dumbledore still saw through it all.
"Without the awareness to shatter one's own mindset, it is impossible to shatter the world."
"You're ready, Vincent."
"Professor, it's just psychological." Vincent rolled his eyes instantly. "I still have a lot to learn."
Dumbledore chuckled. "If you're already so eager, I suggest you take all five elective courses next year."
"Divination, Arithmancy class, Care of Magical Creatures, Ancient Runes study, Muggle Studies?"
"Of course, fifth graders have Apparition, and sixth graders have Alchemy."
However, there's no need for you to retake these two courses.
He winked knowingly. "I believe you can manage your class time effectively, right?"
Vincent knew what this was implying and was intensely curious about the answer.
If I ask, they definitely won't tell me, but if I don't ask, I feel terrible.
"Professor, I'm entrusting the board matters to you."
Dumbledore spread his hands as if he had expected this.
"I'll give it to you right now!"
Seeing Vincent sullenly running towards the common room, he grinned like a child.
A money bag costs 10,000, and a large sack can hold exactly 70 of them.
"Clang, clang—"
"..." Dumbledore was speechless.
It's not like I can't nest the Undetectable Extension Charm.
Vincent casually tossed the large sack of burlap he was carrying in front of him.
"Professor, you're my shield now, so don't hesitate to take action when the time comes."
Who would believe that a 12-year-old could beat up men?
The Ministry of Magic didn't believe it, the card merchants didn't believe it, and the wizards didn't believe it either.
So in the end, he was the one who profited the most from all of this.
Dumbledore tentatively lifted the large sack. "I'll choose a suitable time."