In the corridor of Hogwarts.
Professor McGonagall walked towards Headmaster's Office in a hurry.
There is a gargoyle at the entrance of Headmaster's Office. In Hogwarts Castle, there are many such gargoyles, among which the gargoyle at the entrance of Headmaster's Office is particularly eye-catching.
"Acid Pops."
This is a strange password that will only appear when Dumbledore is in office. When the gargoyle jumped away, Professor McGonagall quickly walked into the stairs leading to Headmaster's Office.
"Minerva, the new generation of little wizards shouldn't cause you any trouble, right?" Dumbledore buried his head in an ancient book related to Deathly Hallows.
"It's not bothering me, but I'm clearly a little timid now." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, her expression serious, and her voice was very complicated as she stood in front of the principal's desk.
"Oh? What happened?"
Dumbledore raised his head, curiosity appearing in his eyes behind the glasses.
"The child from Snape's family was in Transfiguration's class today..." Professor McGonagall told Dumbledore what happened during class with Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff today.
"I have never seen such an exaggerated progress. It seems that he has spanned several years of learning and has accomplished things that many senior wizards have not been able to do."
There was still a strong sense of incredulity in her voice, as if Ian's previous performance was still vivid in her mind.
"This incident proves that your teaching is very effective. Isn't it something to be happy about? I am a little envious that you can quickly get an extremely outstanding teaching assistant for Transfiguration."
"Professor Snape will definitely be jealous of you." Dumbledore had a calm smile on his face, which was in sharp contrast to the worry on Professor McGonagall's face.
"I have always hoped that a young wizard with outstanding talent could become my assistant, but his talent is no longer outstanding, but rather scary."
Professor McGonagall sighed.
"It is undeniable that Mr. Prince's performance is indeed unusual. I have seen many amazing and talented people, but I never thought that I would meet a junior that makes me a little jealous in my lifetime."
"Amazingly talented, confident and calm... unstoppable."
Dumbledore closed the book he was reading and looked at Professor McGonagall with calm eyes, "In history, there have actually been such wizards."
In the face of Dumbledore's remarks.
Professor McGonagall frowned.
"Who?"
She asked herself that A History of Magic studied pretty well. Although she often felt sleepy when she was in school, she had been a professor for so many years and she had reviewed and revisited all aspects of knowledge.
"Merlin·Ambrosius."
Dumbledore smiles as before.
"..."
Professor McGonagall's eyes widened, feeling both ridiculous and a little scary. Many figures appeared in her mind, but she never thought that such a name would come out of Dumbledore's mouth!
Merlin ah!
When wizards in the wizarding world pray, they all say that Merlin is above!
This shows the gold content!
"You compare Snape's children with Merlin?" Professor McGonagall's face was full of disbelief. She even felt that she might have encountered the onset of Alzheimer's disease in Dumbledore.
"After Sorting Hat made that decision, I read a lot of books and documents, which made me understand some things." Dumbledore put his hand on the desk.
"There are a handful of wizards who are indeed different from us."
"They can see the magical world that we cannot see, and can experience the wonderful magical senses that we have no chance to explore. This is why they can rise like comets."
"Minerva, we have to admit that geniuses exist. This is not their fault." Dumbledore whispered softly, as if he was giving another class to Professor Maomao who had graduated many years ago.
"Aren't you also one of the geniuses?"
Professor McGonagall frowned in confusion.
"Without boasting, of course I am a genius." Dumbledore readily accepted the title, but he still changed the subject in a calm tone.
"However, compared with the four giants of Hogwarts, there are still some gaps between me and them. As for Ian, this child is the successor chosen by Sorting Hat personally for Lady Ravenclaw."
"We have to trust Sorting Hat's judgment that the successor of Ravenclaw will not be a bad person." Dumbledore took out the name Hogwarts Founders.
Professor McGonagall was unmoved.
"This is not the same thing, we are talking about Merlin now!"
If wizards have faith.
That must be Merlin.
Professor McGonagall is obviously one of them.
"This is a fact. Minerva and Ian may not reach the height of Merlin, but they definitely have the same talent as Merlin. I also believe in my judgment."
Some recent events came to Dumbledore's mind.
His tone was firm.
Professor McGonagall doesn't know how to refute it at all.
"Anyway, Mr. Albus, Prince was standing next to Young Grindelwald when school started." Professor McGonagall could only change the topic.
She didn't understand why Dumbledore wasn't worried at all.
Since Dumbledore thinks that Ian is as talented as Merlin, shouldn't he be more vigilant and cautious? Others can realize the profound Transfiguration skills in the first grade!
How many more years will you Dumbledore be able to hold on?
Voldemort Post-traumatic syndrome suddenly healed?
Then wouldn't it mean that those of us who have been led by you over the years are like clowns?
"Of course I saw it."
Dumbledore didn't know that Professor McGonagall was secretly complaining, so he continued to enlighten Professor McGonagall, "Isn't this what we want to see? The little wizard gained friendship in Hogwarts."
Hear the words.
Professor McGonagall nodded.
"I know we shouldn't treat them with prejudice, and I'm trying to do the same, but I have to know that your old friend didn't instill some crazy ideas into them."
"We all know that person's abilities and skills. If he has changed both of their minds, even Four Founders's resurrection may not be able to bring them back to the right path."
Professor McGonagall's words were unceremonious, which fully demonstrated her inner uneasiness. Dumbledore waited quietly for her to finish speaking, and pondered for a moment before speaking slowly.
"I can't confirm this to you, but I can assure you that the ideas of Gellert·Grindelwald can never be imposed on those who are already firmly minded."
"I think Mr. Prince will not let us down at this point." Dumbledore's tone was still gentle, not as serious as Professor McGonagall imagined before he came.
"What about Young Grindelwald?"
Professor McGonagall's heart is full of doubts and confusion.
"Talent aside, I actually think that the child Ian. Prince is very similar to me in some ways, so you don't have to worry about Miss Grindelwald affecting Ian."
Faced with Professor McGonagall shaking his head.
"Minerva, you have always seen one thing wrong."
Dumbledore suddenly called out softly.
He raised his head.
Looking at the confused Professor McGonagall at the desk.
Those deep eyes seemed to have seen through the fog with brightness.
"That day, it was Ms. Grindelwald who stood next to Ian. Prince... It is important to realize this." A soft voice sounded in the office.
It subsided quickly.
Dumbledore's eyes have the firelight of the fireplace dancing in them.
In a quiet environment.
The portraits on the wall looked very noisy, just like Professor McGonagall, whose eyes were shrinking, was constantly surging in his heart.
(End of chapter)