The physical pain is okay, but you go to class with a pair of big panda eyes?
Decisively ask for three days off.
During Thursday's Potions class, Snape stared at Vincent with gritted teeth.
I hate it so much, but I can't just deduct points casually.
The little lions of Gryffindor understood that Vincent could now walk sideways in school.
James went to the auditorium as soon as get out of class was over to spread the rumor.
After crossing the mountain of Snape, there is only one obstacle left on the road to dominate Hogwarts.
"That is……"
"That is?"
"Dumbledore!"
Vincent put down his knife and fork with a strange look on his face.
After three days of struggling, Dumbledore was still smiling.
He glanced at Snape, who was still staring at him at the staff table, and the sympathy in his heart disappeared instantly.
But coincidentally, Dumbledore was not in the principal's office that night.
You shouldn't be avoiding him, after all, he's gone for seven days, a whole week.
In the early morning of September 19th,
After debugging the alchemy mechanical arm, Vincent jumped to the principal's office.
"Oh no!" Principal Black's vision went dark and he fell directly onto the chair in the portrait.
In line with the principle that a trip cannot be in vain, he has been put through a lot recently.
If you win the quarrel, Vincent will either get into the soundproof tent or have him painted into a big painted face.
"Hello principals!"
"Okay!" Principal Dippet clapped,
"We were making a bet with the stubborn old man just now. If we lose, we have to stay silent for a whole day."
"Woooooooooo..." Principal Black immediately straightened up and gestured excitedly with his hands.
Principal Derwent shook his head helplessly, "Vincent, he said he didn't believe you would come every day from now on."
With a mysterious smile on his face, Vincent sat opposite Dumbledore, who was also smiling.
"Professor, what have you been busy with recently?"
Dumbledore waved the Elder Wand and asked for a plate of sweets and a pot of tea, "Two things."
His fingertips crossed the table and wrote a dark magic rune.
Vincent remembered that it belonged to Sirius, "Fudge is finally willing to put down his arrogance and ask you for help?"
"No." Dumbledore picked up a small candy, "Connelly decided to reduce the search scope and focus the main force on the Scottish Highlands."
Not even a hair was found in three months. It seems that the Ministry of Magic and Fudge were influenced by international public opinion and planned to stabilize the country first.
Hogwarts is located in the Scottish Highlands. If Sirius's target is really Harry, waiting and waiting is indeed a good choice.
It's already good that we didn't let down our guard and didn't show off. It's unrealistic to ask for more.
"What about the second thing?" Vincent felt uncomfortable when Dumbledore looked at him.
Based on past experience, this is a precursor to setting a trap for him.
"Professor, I just built an alchemy robot arm with automatic repair function. I need to start a lot of tests immediately..."
Dumbledore held the small candy in his mouth and looked at him with a smile.
"I still have human body transformation to practice, and Professor McGonagall checks my progress every day..."
As he spoke, Vincent suddenly stopped.
Something is wrong, very wrong.
Dumbledore's confident look suggested that this was a pit he would jump into willingly.
Vincent tentatively reached for a candy, "About Tom?"
"Yes." Dumbledore waved the Elder Wand gently, "I went to Great Hangleton to attend the funeral of Morfin Gaunt."
His tone was full of regret: "I didn't expect that in just over 20 years, that place would have been turned into ruins."
The Gaunt family began with pure-blood supremacy and ended with extremism.
The only survivor is now nothing more than a mutilated soul.
Vincent suppressed the emotion that suddenly rose,
"Professor, since you are willing to tell me the matter, have you found any clues in Gunter's ancestral house? And you still need my help?"
Dumbledore nodded slightly, "Although Gaunt's ancestral home seems to have been abandoned for many years, there are many powerful magics protecting the entire house."
"Is it the magic that was installed recently?"
"No, it's been a while."
Who is protecting Gaunt's ancestral home? And why is it protected with multiple powerful magics?
There is only one answer.
Vincent put the small candy into his mouth safely.
It's so sweet, it's like sizzling honey candy.
Horcruxes are items that house soul fragments and are evil black magic items that can affect the mind.
Dumbledore's expression became serious,
"I know Tom's character very well. His daring to use magic to protect Gaunt's ancestral home proves that he has full confidence.
If this is a trap, it must be specifically aimed at me."
Vincent was a little disapproving at first, until he recalled what happened last year.
Compared with Voldemort who later almost conquered the British Isles, Tom as a student was particularly good at exploiting the weaknesses of human nature.
Taking advantage of Lockhart, who wanted to prove himself, he tried to make people in Hogwarts panic.
He used words to seduce Principal Black in order to get the Sword of Gryffindor.
Promise him a way to eternal life in order to escape safely.
Vincent's expression became a little strange, "Professor, do you want me to accompany you to Gaunt's ancestral home?"
"No, no, no." Dumbledore's expression softened and he looked into his eyes with a smile.
"It's not that you go with me, but that we go with you."
"We?" Vincent curled his lips,
"Is it you and Harry?"
Dumbledore nodded with a smile.
Vincent did not agree immediately,
"If it's a trap that even you, Professor, can't solve, how can I solve it?"
Dumbledore shook his head, "No, it's precisely because of you that I didn't choose to enter rashly."
A natural Occlumency master can be passively immune to influences from the soul and spirit. Voldemort's trap obviously does not only target the physical body.
Of course, you must be fully prepared to deal with such a thoughtful villain.
Vincent picked up the cup and took a sip of tea, "Professor, do you think that even if you find a Horcrux in the future, you still need me to determine its danger?"
"I think so." Dumbledore's smile was honest, "You are special, Vincent, not just because of your talent."
If any other little boy had been praised to the heavens at this moment, he would be so excited that he would be incoherent.
But Vincent didn't.
He was thinking about Trelawney's prophecy, the prophecy that Voldemort believed deeply.
With such a good opportunity, how could we not start the Savior Development Plan 4.0.
Then, there is no need to rush to reply, just drink tea and eat some candies first.
Dumbledore waited patiently.
Time passed little by little, and all the principals dozed off.
"Aha..." Vincent yawned when it was almost dawn.
"Professor, this matter is very important. I think I need to take a nap to regain my energy and then seriously consider what kind of reply I should give you."
Dumbledore twitched his lips unnaturally, "As you said, this is indeed a decision that requires careful consideration."