Believe in Magic

Vincent remembered that one of the rooms along that corridor hid Flamel's Philosopher's Stone.

Its many wonders were enough to make the bald, socket-nosed man, whose body had been destroyed, take desperate risks.

Poor Professor Quirrell had probably already been promised several plots of land in the wizarding world, just waiting for the Dark Lord to regain his body and return.

Just as the chatter in the Great Hall was about to grow louder, Dumbledore's face broke into a broad smile again.

"Before we all go to bed, let us sing the school song together!"

The teachers at the staff table all wore rather stiff smiles.

Especially Professor Snape, whose smile did not reach his eyes and whose lips kept twitching.

With that kind of workplace performance, Vincent seriously suspected he had gotten in through the not-so-tightly-closed back door provided by the blond student's school-governor father.

As long as he clung to the headmaster's thigh, that back door would be sealed shut immediately.

As Dumbledore waved his wand and made long golden ribbons float above the tables of the four Houses, Vincent had already come up with countless plans.

The good-student route would undoubtedly have the highest success rate.

That meant the House Cup for the next seven years could only belong to Gryffindor.

"Everyone choose your favorite tune—"

Dumbledore raised his wand with a smile. "Ready, sing!"

All the students and teachers began singing along to the lyrics on the golden ribbons.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts

Please teach us knowledge,

Whether we are balding old men or children with scraped knees,

Our minds can take in some interesting things.

For now our brains are empty, filled with air, dead flies, and trivial nonsense,

Teach us something of value,

Give back what we have forgotten,

You only need to do your