Are All Young Wizards This Brave Nowadays!

This was truly a statement meant to shock the world.

Kraft was so startled that his eyes widened.

"W-what did you say!?"

He felt as though his ears were suffering from some absurd auditory hallucination, perhaps due to his advanced age.

"He said he wants to be the Dark Lord."

Aurora recalled her conversation with Ian, looking thoughtful.

Then, she added another sentence.

"Oh, right, he also wants to go to Nurmengard to seek further instruction from Grandfather, saying it would be helpful for his graduation." Aurora felt her summary was quite precise.

Concise and clear.

After finishing, she resumed her note-taking.

From beginning to end, the German girl's tone remained remarkably calm.

It was as if she were discussing mundane household matters.

However, Kraft's emotional state was clearly not as stable as hers.

"?????"

Kraft was completely stunned.

He did not actually know much about Hogwarts, but even so, he did not believe the difficulty of graduating from Hogwarts was so great that it required seeking out Grindelwald at Nurmengard.

And furthermore!

What did he mean by wanting to be the Dark Lord!?

Were the young wizards of this generation really this bold?

"In Dumbledore's school, another ambitious soul has emerged! Hahahaha! The world's greatest white wizard? This is truly ridiculous and ironic!"

Having moved past his initial shock, Kraft began to laugh maniacally.

He did not doubt the truthfulness of Aurora's words.

After all, this was exactly the kind of situation he and many Acolytes wanted to see—Dumbledore had cultivated one Voldemort, and now, another boy who aspired to be a Dark Lord had appeared in his school.

Could there be anything that pleased the Acolytes more than this?

Nothing!

To the Acolytes, this was the best proof of Dumbledore's extreme hypocrisy. If not, why would Dumbledore's school produce such anomalies one after another?

"Very good, very good. I underestimated that little fellow's overestimation of himself, but this is not a bad thing for us. You can certainly try to win him over with some small favors."

"I have observed him; his magical talent is quite good."

Kraft laughed so hard that he was gasping for air. As he sat down on an old rocking chair to rest, he offered his advice earnestly.

His cloudy eyes were now filled with excitement... and anticipation. Any matter that could smear Dumbledore's reputation was something the Acolytes would absolutely be willing to fan the flames for.

"Winning hearts? Grandfather taught me that, so I gave him a book."

Aurora paused, then added.

"My own book."

The girl emphasized this point, likely not wanting Kraft to think she had given him a book from a bookstore.

However, Kraft did not actually care about that.

He was only focused on the fact that Aurora had already attempted to win someone over.

"Excellent! Being able to apply what you have learned is a sign of growth!"

Kraft clapped his hands, clearly pleased.

"For children of your age, winning their hearts is not difficult. I believe you have already gained your first follower."

Kraft had great confidence in Aurora.

It was not only because Aurora had inherited that great talent.

At the same time.

It was also because he knew that Aurora's outstanding beauty and appearance possessed an attraction akin to a "white moonlight" for most young boys her age.

This was also an advantage that could be utilized.

Kraft looked at the little girl before him, full of expectation and praise.

However.

Aurora shook her head at him.

"I don't think a single book is enough to make others pledge their loyalty to me." Aurora appeared very clear-headed as she closed the notebook in her hands and placed it into the drawer.

"Of course, of course, this can just be a beginning."

Kraft remained all smiles.

"Perhaps the methods of buying people's hearts might work on many other young wizards, but Ian Prince is likely an exception. He is very different from those other boys."

Aurora spoke calmly.

Her delicate, exceptionally refined face was filled with seriousness.

"He is your first friend; perhaps in that regard, he is quite special to you?" Kraft narrowed his eyes, his gaze turning vigilant once more.

He had been so focused on the lethal impact of Aurora's beauty on young boys.

He had almost forgotten.

That young wizard was also outstanding in terms of appearance.

"I know what you are thinking, but it is not as you imagine."

Aurora shook her head helplessly.

"It is true that as the first person to dare to befriend me, I have some curiosity and interest in him, but that is by no means the reason why I consider Ian Prince special."

Her heterochromatic eyes held a calmness that seemed not to belong to her age.

"Oh?"

Kraft's face showed confusion.

"You have taught me many things, so even though it was only a simple contact, I am still able to make a judgment. He is not the type of person who would have faith..."

"He cannot become like you."

Aurora stated concisely.

Kraft, however, did not agree.

"That is because you have not yet established faith within his heart... My Lady, do not overestimate the character of others. Things like wanting to become the Dark Lord or learning from Grindelwald are merely the ignorant arrogance and conceited delusions of a child his age."

"As he grows older, as he discovers his own frailty and realizes his own mediocrity... if he is smart enough, he will understand how to lean toward the strong around him."

Kraft instructed with profound meaning.

However.

Aurora still shook her head firmly.

"You are wrong."

She closed her eyes first.

"He will not understand mediocrity, nor will he understand how to lean toward the strong, because... he might truly become the Dark Lord."

Aurora opened her eyes again.

She turned her head to look toward the entrance, as if she had returned to the daytime, back to when that little boy walked in and looked around, only to be discovered by her.

"I have seen him."

This time.

She was not speaking to Ian.

She was explaining to Kraft.

"Ah?"

Kraft was somewhat bewildered.

"Not during this day, but back in Diagon Alley, before I had even entered that shop... in truth, I had already seen some things."

Aurora spoke softly.

Kraft realized it instantly.

"You mean to say, what you saw was...!?"

Kraft's voice became filled with suspicion and uncertainty.

He stared fixedly at Aurora.

And saw.

Aurora nodded slowly.

"My talent is not as powerful as my grandfather's, but I can occasionally catch a glimpse of the future... I saw him, and I saw fragments of what is to come for him."

Aurora spoke in a low, heavy voice.

"You saw him become the Dark Lord?"

Kraft's voice trembled. He sounded shocked, as if he had heard something unbelievable—something he did not want to accept, yet felt compelled to believe.

"No."

Aurora shook her head.

This left Kraft looking puzzled.

"Being a riddle-monger is a bad habit. Don't learn that from your grandfather, or that damned Dumbledore..."

Kraft sighed helplessly.

In truth, Aurora had no intention of beating around the bush.

Her thoughts seemed to be tracing back through time.

She whispered softly.

"I saw him standing before a tower, his wand raised high, casting a spell."

The German girl looked at the deeply confused Kraft with her legendary heterochromatic eyes. As the old man and the young girl locked gazes, the words Aurora exhaled were like a crashing wave.

"Mist obscured my vision, but there was one thing I saw very clearly, and that is..."

"Dumbledore was kneeling at his feet, weeping."