Isaac's final destination was the candy shop beside Ollivanders.
What could be more natural than a child sneaking into a candy shop while his parents weren't around?
The sweets of the Wizarding World really were in a class of their own.
Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, Cauldron Cakes, Chocolate Frogs, and, of course, the Cockroach Clusters tucked away in a corner.
Honestly, Isaac had always thought Dumbledore was the only person who bought those things.
The Magic Candy Shop probably kept making them just for him.
He was Dumbledore, after all.
Rows of shelves filled the Magic Candy Shop. Isaac hurried toward the farthest corner as soon as he entered.
There, he found Dumbledore, who looked as though he had been waiting for him for some time.
The greatest wizard of the age, the only man Voldemort feared, the man who had defeated Grindelwald, Nicolas Flamel's friend—he stood quietly in the corner of a candy shop, waiting for Isaac.
When Isaac arrived, Dumbledore took off his glasses and wiped them.
"Isaac, I saw your letter. You said someone was trying to attack you?"
"Yes, Professor Dumbledore." Isaac nodded. That was the main reason he had urgently "summoned" Dumbledore.
Outside the Leaky Cauldron, Isaac had sensed danger and immediately made a prediction for himself.
Then he had gone straight back to Diagon Alley.
The driver sent by his family's old butler had already been placed under a wizard's control. If Isaac had gotten into the car, he would probably have been attacked and abducted.
This attacker clearly didn't know how to deal with a Seer.
Seers had powerful instincts. Isaac had sensed danger approaching, then simply made a prediction.
Unless an attacker could slip past a Seer's instincts, any attempt to ambush one might be seen through, just as this one had been.
Some Seers were bolder: I know you're going to attack me, and I know what you're capable of.
I'm walking into your trap so I can crush you out in the open.
Grindelwald had a bit of that in him.
Unfortunately, Isaac was no Grindelwald. He would have loved to fight, but he simply couldn't.
In other worlds, some young wizards his age could already use the Cruciatus Curse with ease, while others could do all sorts of tricks with the Fiendfyre Curse.
Some had even mastered the Avada Lightning Chain before they started school.
Compared with his counterparts in other worlds, Isaac wasn't just letting fellow transmigrators down.
The problem was that his own cheat simply wasn't that powerful. With no other choice, he had become a human summoning device for the day.
He had summoned Dumbledore straight to him.
I can't cast the Avada Lightning Chain, but surely summoning someone who can counts?
Was I meant to follow the summoning path all along?
As a Seer, Isaac was extraordinarily well suited to "summoning."
Through his predictions, he could even check his chances of successfully summoning various "legendary" and "epic" figures.
Hogwarts had more than Dumbledore as its headmaster. It also had four Heads of House and a whole host of subject teachers.
Once Isaac enrolled and got to know them, the next time this happened, he could assemble a deluxe sightseeing tour.
Wouldn't a group trip to watch the creep who wanted to abduct a young wizard count as sightseeing?
Dumbledore probably had no idea how busy Isaac's mind was. After examining him carefully, he asked,
"Do you know who the attacker is?"
"Oh, one of Voldemort's lackeys." Isaac said Voldemort's name without hesitation.
He genuinely wasn't afraid of Voldemort.
For one thing, Voldemort didn't feel entirely real to Isaac.
Even though he now lived in Harry Potter's magical world, Voldemort still felt more like a character from a story.
At the moment, the thing Isaac associated with him most strongly was probably that the guy had no nose.
Isaac had never experienced Voldemort's brutality or cruelty firsthand. Mere descriptions weren't enough to frighten him much.
Besides, the first person Isaac had met from the Wizarding World was Grindelwald.
If he was going to fear someone, shouldn't Grindelwald be scarier than Voldemort?
If Nicolas Flamel and the others hadn't put out the Fiendfyre Grindelwald unleashed in Paris, who knew how many people it would have burned to death?
In short, a noseless fugitive wasn't worth fearing. Death Eaters who went around bleating about the Dark Lord and their master like obedient lapdogs were even less so.
Isaac believed in looking down on the enemy strategically.
"Tom..." Dumbledore's expression finally changed at the mention of Voldemort.
He didn't look more serious. To Isaac, he looked mostly puzzled and wary.
Perhaps he, too, was wondering why a Death Eater had targeted Isaac.
"Tch! Professor, Tom Riddle's taking advantage of the fact that you're a man of learning!
Why think so hard about it? Just catch the man and interrogate him!
Use Legilimency on him, or give him some Veritaserum if that doesn't work. Professor Snape definitely has some in stock!"
Isaac's outrageous suggestion interrupted Dumbledore's thoughts. He was about to correct the boy's thinking.
But then he remembered that Isaac was a Seer, and thought about Snape's personality...
Oh dear. The boy was right. Snape really did have Veritaserum in stock!
"All right, you're right. We should act first.
Do you know who the Death Eater is?" Dumbledore asked Isaac.
"Uh... I can point him out to you, but as for his identity..." Isaac spread his hands helplessly.
If he had summoned Professor Snape, he might have learned the attacker's identity by predicting Snape's interrogation of the Death Eater.
Unfortunately, he had summoned Dumbledore, the British Wizarding World's foremost speaker of riddles.
The man was a master of them!
"In that case, Isaac, there may be something I need your help with." Dumbledore suddenly looked at Isaac as though a brilliant idea had struck him.
That look made Isaac's heart lurch.
As the saying went, a scheming villain was less frightening than a fool with a sudden bright idea. No one would ever call Dumbledore a fool.
But a great wizard's sudden inspiration could be even more devastating.
Just as Isaac was about to decline politely, Dumbledore asked in a quiet voice,
"Isaac, do you want to become stronger?"
Isaac stared at him, dumbfounded. Oh, come on. Did this Dumbledore crawl out of some trashy browser game?
Why the hell did that sound like a pitch to make me spend money?