Dumbledore Summoner

What did he mean, her bill would be sent to the Hogwarts Headmaster's Office?

And what did he mean, Dumbledore would pay her bill at Flourish and Blotts?

Miss Granger recognized every single word Isaac had said, but when those words came together into those two sentences, she truly wished her comprehension skills were not quite so strong.

What he was actually trying to say was that Dumbledore was a powerful wizard with a compassionate heart.

The reason he was willing to pay the bill was because he was kind...

"That's right. Professor Dumbledore is a very kind person." Isaac smiled and nodded at Hermione.

His eyes were full of approval and encouragement.

Little girl, not only am I happy for Dumbledore that you think so highly of him, I'm also willing to cross your name off a certain little list.

The name of that little list was Who Is Dumbledore's Favorite Student?.

Isaac's words made Hermione's face change drastically. She instinctively covered her mouth, only to realize that she definitely had not spoken her thoughts aloud just now.

Had she been hit by mind-reading magic?!

"In the Wizarding World, we don't call it mind-reading. We call it Legilimency. In truth, I haven't progressed far enough in my studies to learn Legilimency yet."

Isaac explained to Hermione with an innocent expression.

"Besides, any wizard who can cast Legilimency so casually, wandlessly and silently, is undoubtedly a master-level wizard.

Do I look like a magical master to you?"

Oh no! The skin-wearing monster was asking for a title!

Hermione shuddered all over, instinctively feeling that she had better not answer that question.

And besides... she admitted that Isaac had a point, but why could this guy read her thoughts anyway?!

Chang Wei! And you said you couldn't read minds?

Isaac gave an awkward yet polite smile. It was not that he could read minds; Hermione at this age simply had expressions that were far too vivid and easy to understand.

Even both of Isaac's lives put together had not lasted as long as Dumbledore's one life.

But the two lives combined had still given him some insight.

Besides, he had passively gotten plenty of practice with observation through prophecies. Wasn't it perfectly reasonable that he could now read the thoughts of an eleven-year-old girl?

It was entirely reasonable.

Beside them, Mr. Granger applauded enthusiastically like a seal and told Isaac that the performance just now had truly been wonderful.

Growing more animated as he spoke, the old fellow even planned to pull out his wallet and reward Isaac handsomely in British Pounds.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Granger stopped that impulsive act in time.

Isaac immediately let out a regretful sigh.

A big spender who got emotional after drinking was truly too rare.

In the end, with Isaac's help, Mrs. Granger took her dazed daughter and her thoroughly muddled husband back home.

"Thank you so much, Isaac." Mrs. Granger warmly took Isaac's hand.

Her gaze kept darting toward her husband, who was half-slumped in the passenger seat, and her molars itched.

If Mr. Granger failed to wake up tonight, Hermione might find her beloved father on the living room sofa, by the hallway entrance, or perhaps beside the toilet tomorrow.

"If you have time, please do come visit us at our home. Oh, and this is our address."

Mrs. Granger took out a business card, hurriedly wrote their address on the back with a pen, then got into the driver's seat.

After watching the Granger family leave, Isaac finally lowered his waving hand.

Hopefully, little witch Hermione would sleep well tonight. Once she woke up, she would learn that the Wizarding World was not actually so dark.

Not everyone could be like Isaac—not only resembling the son of an old friend, but also possessing the bearing of that old friend.

After seeing off the Granger family, Isaac prepared to head home as well.

His purpose for coming out today had been to find some advanced books on Transfiguration.

The bookstore manager's recommendations had been very practical.

Two textbooks, two journals, and one compiled collection of journals.

Those books would be enough to last Isaac until Hogwarts started.

As for after school began, Hogwarts Library would welcome its strictest father!

Just as Isaac was about to get into the car his old butler had arranged to pick him up by the roadside, his steps suddenly halted.

The next second, Isaac turned around decisively and walked into the Leaky Cauldron.

He first asked old Tom to inform the driver waiting outside to return home first, telling him that Isaac would make his own way back later.

Then he headed straight for the Owl Emporium in Diagon Alley.

The Owl Emporium's owner still remembered Isaac—indeed, Isaac ought to have been a celebrity in Diagon Alley these days.

At this point in time, even Harry Potter was less famous than Isaac.

After all, how many years had Harry Potter been the Boy Who Lived?

Dumbledore's illegitimate son, on the other hand, was a once-in-decades phenomenon.

Yes, that was right. In just one short month, the relationship between Isaac and Dumbledore had gone from distant relatives to illegitimate father and son.

It could not be helped. In terms of gossip-spreading efficiency, Dumbledore's illegitimate son was indeed far more sensational than a distant relative of the Dumbledore family.

"Oh~ it's Mr. Dun... Waldore. It's a pleasure to see you. You came in such a hurry—did something happen to your owl?"

Seeing Isaac arrive in such a rush, the Owl Emporium owner grew somewhat nervous.

Come on, even if this young man was not Professor Dumbledore's illegitimate son, he was still clearly closely connected to Dumbledore.

If the owl he had sold Isaac developed a problem after just one month, that would be truly awful.

Although the Wizarding World had neither the Three Guarantees Law nor seven-day no-questions-asked returns, a wizard's strength was the best guarantee.

And Dumbledore's strength... if he wanted, he could probably get refunds without returning anything forever.

"No, sir. Cuckoo is doing well. I came this time hoping to borrow one of the shop's owls.

There's a letter I need to send to Dumbledore immediately."

Upon hearing Isaac say this, the Owl Emporium owner immediately offered up one of his own owls.

Isaac quickly wrote a letter and handed it to the shop owner's owl.

Nor did Isaac make the owner's owl run errands for nothing.

He bought Cuckoo plenty of little treats in the shop, then happily left the Owl Emporium carrying a small package.

Only then did Isaac truly act like a young wizard who had just entered the Wizarding World, displaying curiosity about everything.

From the Ice Cream Parlor all the way to the Broomstick Shop, he spent the longest time in the Broomstick Shop.

The shop's featured broom model was the Nimbus 2000, which was also the first flying broom Harry Potter would receive later.

Isaac carefully compared the differences between the Nimbus 2000 and the other broom models in the shop.

He ultimately concluded that he was not particularly interested in traveling by riding a broom through the air.

He did not reject flying; he simply preferred to pass on the broom-riding part.

Although he was not particularly interested in flying brooms, he still remained in the shop for a long enough time.

That fit the behavioral logic of a young wizard perfectly.

Young wizards Isaac's age were always looking forward to riding something.