Dumbledore's Open Scheme

Chapter 2 Dumbledore's Grand Scheme (Readers with questions about this chapter, please see chapters 49 and 50. This is just a thread the little author is laying for future plot points.)

The next morning.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

A series of urgent knocks woke Brook from his sleep.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes.

Last night's operation had left him exhausted, and all he wanted now was to sleep a little longer.

"Who is it! Can't a person get any sleep?"

He scratched his butt and casually wrapped the quilt around his waist.

His feet, whiter than 99.9% of young girls', slowly padded towards the door.

As soon as the door opened, an old man wearing a Grey-white Robe and half-moon spectacles stood there.

His Whitebeard, half a meter long and tied with a Pink Bow, was very striking.

The old man was smiling as he looked at Brook, who was yawning.

"Good noon, Mr. Lott."

Brook's heart skipped a beat, his pupils dilated, and some memories surfaced in his mind.

"!!!∑(°Д°ノ)ノ Dumbledore?!"

"You know me?"

A glint flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, and a knowing smile spread across his face.

This is getting more and more interesting.

"Aren't you going to invite me in for a sit-down?"

Brook didn't move, just looked at Dumbledore with confusion.

He shouldn't have done anything to provoke this man.

Suddenly, his body moved uncontrollably, taking two steps back and clearing the doorway.

Dumbledore then walked into the house as if it were natural.

Brook frowned slightly.

This visitor boded no good!

"Headmaster Dumbledore, please sit."

"It seems I've disturbed Mr. Lott's rest."

Dumbledore smiled and picked up a candy from the coffee table, popping it into his mouth.

He acted completely at ease.

"May I ask what you need me for?"

Brook casually pushed the plate full of candies towards Dumbledore.

He didn't like sweets; these candies were all prepared for Hermione.

Hermione's parents were both dentists and absolutely forbade her from eating candy.

So, the little girl often secretly ran to Brook's house to mooch candies.

"Mr. Lott, do you need to change your clothes?"

"￣□￣｜｜"

Brook felt a bit awkward and was about to get up to change when Dumbledore drew his wand.

He flicked his wrist elegantly in the air.

The clothes that had been thrown on the bed instantly appeared on Brook.

Brook's eyes narrowed slightly.

As the owner of the Door-Door Fruit, he clearly felt the spatial fluctuations.

It seemed like he was helping him get dressed, but wasn't it also a form of intimidation?

"Thank you. What exactly did you need me for?"

"I've come to deliver your Hogwarts Acceptance Letter."

Dumbledore spoke as an envelope flew in front of Brook.

"You can take a look first."

He peeled another candy and quickly popped it into his mouth.

Brook flipped it directly to the back.

In the center, the wax seal was a capital H.

Surrounding it were the patterns of four animals: a lion, a snake, an eagle, and a badger.

He took out the letterhead and quickly scanned it.

An acceptance letter, plus a Book and Supply List.

"Headmaster, I don't want to study magic, so I'm very sorry..."

"Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans? What a nostalgic taste."

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, as if enjoying the deliciousness the candy brought him.

"I'm glad you like it."

"Can you give me some?"

"Of course."

"I can't accept your gift for nothing. How about I tell you a story in exchange?"

Brook made a gesture of invitation.

"An interesting robbery happened at Lloyds Bank last night. A teenager in a black cloak used a very peculiar Space Magic to steal a large amount of gold bars, jewelry, and Pound Sterling."

Brook's heart sank.

He had been discovered.

How could something from the Muggle world alarm Dumbledore?

Dumbledore paused, his gaze seemingly sweeping over Brook casually.

"That person's build is similar to yours."

Brook maintained his composure.

"You also meddle in the affairs of the Muggle world?"

"You not only know me, but you also know 'Muggle'."

Dumbledore's sapphire blue eyes fixed on Brook with a sense of pressure.

Brook's expression changed slightly. Just as he was about to make an excuse, Dumbledore continued on his own.

"Oh, you have a distant relative who is a wizard. Perhaps you learned about these things from them. Is that right?"

Brook coughed twice. "Yes."

"That bank happened to have shares owned by a Pure-blood family. The Ministry of Magic has already intervened in the investigation, but that Space Magic was too advanced, and even I couldn't find any trace of it."

Brook subtly leaned back.

His hand was secretly hidden behind his back, ready to activate a Space Gate to escape at any moment.

If they really hadn't found anything, why would this old man come knocking directly?

Although he couldn't remember the plot of Harry Potter very clearly, He also knew that delivering letters was the job of the Scottish Owls.

When did it become Dumbledore's turn to personally handle such a matter?

However, Dumbledore, whether intentionally or unintentionally, Picked up the wand he had placed aside and toyed with it in his hand.

"The consequences of violating the International Statute of Secrecy are very serious. Azkaban, have you heard of it? There are Dementors there, who suck away the prisoners' happiness every day. It's truly terrifying."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he even put on a frightened expression.

Brook was momentarily dazed.

How did this old man look more and more like Kizaru the more he looked at him?

And he was using Azkaban to threaten him.

(╯-＿-)╯╧╧

Was he, Brook, someone who was scared easily?

"I... I am honored to receive Hogwarts' invitation. I will study magic diligently. Today I am proud of Hogwarts, and in the future, Hogwarts will be proud of me."

It wasn't that Brook was a coward.

It was mainly because his speed in opening a Space Gate might not be faster than Dumbledore's magic.

If he went, he'd stay at school for seven years.

If he didn't go, he'd get Azkaban.

Even a fool knew how to choose.

Besides, once the old man left, he would run away.

He didn't believe it.

That this old man could chase him all over the world.

"Then write the reply. Hogwarts looks forward to your arrival."

Dumbledore's deep blue eyes grew even more profound.

"Write what reply?"

"Of course, it's the reply agreeing to attend Hogwarts."

"Don't you already know my decision?"

"But a reply still needs to be written."

Dumbledore's tone was serious.

Brook felt his brain was about to smoke.

No need to save it anymore.

Could this also be a kind of magic?

Writing a reply would sign some kind of contract with Hogwarts.

He had to go?

Then how could he run away?

Dumbledore's lips were harder to suppress than an AK.

The smarter a person, the more they thought.

He had originally intended to have Brook write a reply.

But it was because he was too lazy.

If he didn't receive the reply from the little wizard, the Acceptance Quill would constantly prompt him to send the admission letter.

Although he could handle it, it was still troublesome.

If he used this matter to add a constraint to Brook.

Wouldn't that kill two birds with one stone?

As for the bank robbery.

If it weren't for his interest in that Space Magic, which even he couldn't find any trace of.

Just based on a Pure-blood family, they couldn't have invited him.

(If there are any toxic points, you can directly @ me)