"A neighbor's distant relative's descendant?" Dumbledore coughed a few times. Fortunately, Mrs. Figg brought out the tea, concealing The Old Man's embarrassment. "That really is quite a distant connection."
Su Ming smiled and nodded. "Yes, it is rather distant, but it's enough for me to inquire about some news from the British Wizarding World."
Dumbledore took a sip of tea, carefully savoring whether it contained enough sugar. A gleam flashed across his glasses.
"Right, you kept saying you wanted to discuss terms, but I haven't had the chance to hear what they are."
Deathstroke took a drag from his cigarette, and bluish smoke spread through the sitting room. "I'll help you deal with Voldemort. In return, you'll let me enter Hogwarts as a professor."
"So you wish to apply to Hogwarts, perhaps to learn how to run a school? Now that you mention it, Professor Kettleburn of Care of Magical Creatures has been clamoring to retire for the past two years, so he can be with his beloved sheep. If you can prove you have the relevant abilities, I can consider having you replace him."
Though the old Mage spoke of "relevant abilities," he did not truly mean the ability to care for Magical Creatures. He was hinting at the ability to deal with Voldemort.
Yes, when faced with this strange individual, Dumbledore would rather place him in Hogwarts, right under his nose where he could watch him every day, than leave him outside to run around and spread nonsense.
Furthermore, this Self-Respecting Mage's attitude was fairly mild for now. Though it was difficult to tell friend from foe, that did not matter.
Hogwarts was Dumbledore's stronghold. Even at Voldemort's most frenzied, he had not dared attack the Magic Castle while the old Mage was stationed there. If Deathstroke entered