In the morning, Dumbledore sat at his desk, picked up the steaming morning tea, took a sip, felt the strong tea flavor blooming on his tongue, and the muscles on his cheeks trembled slightly. His eyes fell on the sheepskin on the table.
On the paper, I took another sip of strong tea, and my eyes that were slightly tired finally regained their former shrewdness.
"What a weird thing, you actually drink strong tea early in the morning?" A lazy taunt came from the right, "A cup of milk tea with enough honey would be more suitable for you!
"I need to keep my brain awake." Dumbledore didn't care at all about Phineas's ridicule, "To be honest, for an old man who has lived for a century and often suffers from insomnia, it is not easy to get up early."
"It seems that you have guests this morning." The old witch with curly silver hair said gently.
"a student."
"It really surprises me. Let me guess which student can be received so solemnly by the famous Albus Dumbledore?" Phineas, wearing a nightgown, said in an exaggerated tone: "I guess not.
Your precious savior, Harry Potter, is that greedy brat named Albert Anderson."
"Come on, Phineas." The fat wizard with a red nose yawned and said, "I remember you respected Mr. Anderson very much last time."
Dumbledore didn't pay attention to the daily exchanges between the portraits of the past principals, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on the parchment. The sender's name was Albert Anderson, and the content was probably that the other party wanted to visit him on weekend mornings.
In Dumbledore's impression, Mr. Anderson obviously would not come to him for nothing, and more often than not he would invite him over for tea. But now that the other party actually came to visit him, it was obvious that something had happened.
Dumbledore didn't wait too long when the oak door of the principal's office was knocked on time.
"Come in." Dumbledore raised his voice slightly.
"Good morning, Professor Dumbledore." Albert opened the door and walked into the principal's office.
"Ah, good morning, Mr. Anderson, please sit down, would you like something to drink." Dumbledore asked with a smile.
"A cup of black tea, thank you."
Albert reached out and took the steaming black tea conjured by Dumbledore out of thin air. After taking a sip, he said straight to the point: "My intuition tells me that the third project will be very dangerous."
Dumbledore said nothing and listened quietly to Albert's words. The portraits pretending to be asleep in the principal's office also pricked up their ears to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two.
"You know, I can do divination, and I trust my own feelings more on some things." Albert looked up at Dumbledore and continued, "This Triwizard Tournament is very unusual. There is actually a fourth place.
Warriors, although there have been no surprises in the game so far, it also means that the biggest surprise lies in the third event."
"Do you think something bad will happen in the third project?" Dumbledore asked tentatively.
"This is an inevitable result. You should be able to guess it." Albert looked at the old man in front of him and said calmly: "And this matter may affect me and even endanger my life."
"Honestly, this surprises me." Dumbledore was a little surprised.
"You felt that your life was threatened and ran to Dumbledore for help?" Phineas' lazily voice came from the portrait.
"I don't know when you lost your most basic courtesy, Phineas." A shrewd-eyed witch raised a very thick wand and said.
"You can think so, after all, a great life has just begun," Albert said calmly, not caring about Phineas's ridicule, "There is no need to throw away your life for a competition championship."
"When did Gryffindor get involved with caution?" Phineas said, dodging the wand swung at him.
"Being cautious can help me live longer, and this has nothing to do with the academy. It's just a matter of character." Albert looked at Phineas who was being chased by the witch with interest and was running around.
"The Triwizard Tournament cannot be cancelled."
Dumbledore thought about what Albert had just said. He actually did not suspect that Albert was lying, because Nico Flamel could also detect the crisis in advance.
"I need to strengthen my strength." Albert showed off his cards, "I want to learn combat skills from you, experience and combat skills in dealing with dark wizards."
"As far as I know, you are quite good at this." Dumbledore did not refuse immediately, but was surprised that Albert would come to him for this matter.
"I have indeed mastered a lot of magic, and I think I am pretty good at it, but knowing magic and being able to use combat flexibly are two different things." Albert looked at the old man in front of him and said calmly: "My inexperience due to my youth is my fault.
The biggest problem now is that I am actually unable to fully utilize my abilities, and going to the battlefield with no experience is irresponsible for my own life."
"Battlefield? I think you are taking this matter too seriously, Mr. Anderson." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Is it serious? I don't think so." Albert drank his black tea and said neither salty nor lightly, "I never thought that the third event of the Triwizard Tournament could pose a threat to me. After all, the competition event is just
The competition events should be like this even if they are dangerous, otherwise all the other warriors would have died long ago."
"And I actually had a premonition that the third project would bring a threat to my life. It could only be due to other factors. This matter is actually not difficult to guess. It must be related to Porter becoming a warrior, and things related to Porter,
The mysterious man will definitely be implicated, and I think the threat this time should come from the mysterious man and his minions."
"I think Voldemort is not stupid enough to break into Hogwarts by himself." Dumbledore shook his head.
Albert looked at the old man calmly, feeling a little unhappy, because when talking to smart people, sometimes you don't need to beat around the bush, unless you think of others as fools.
Don’t you know that it’s impossible to be Voldemort?
Dumbledore's meaning was already obvious. Although he did not express any expectations from the beginning, he still echoed: "The mysterious man naturally does not dare to go to Hogwarts. As we all know, the mysterious man is afraid of you."
"You flatter me too much." Dumbledore said calmly.
"No, this is not a compliment. As the most powerful wizard in the magic world, there is no doubt about your strength and experience." Albert picked up the teacup and drank the black tea in the cup, stood up and said, "Excuse me, I wish you a happy weekend.
,professor."
"Why don't you go find Professor Moody? I think he is more suitable to teach you combat skills. That is the Auror's job." Dumbledore asked when Albert opened the door and was about to leave, "I miss you.
You should be very clear about Professor Moody."
"Professor Moody is indeed a good choice, but...I don't believe him." Albert closed the door of the principal's office with his backhand.
"It's not very wise of you to do this Dumbledore!" Phineas looked at Albert's leaving back, then looked at Dumbledore who was drinking tea and said, "I dare say that boy will definitely bear a grudge against you."
"He is not as stingy as you think." Dumbledore said calmly.
"Actually, I'm confused as to why you refused. That guy believes in getting what you pay for." The expression on Phineas's face became increasingly weird, "I know this from my contact with that guy. As long as
If you are willing to teach him some fighting skills, that boy will definitely repay you."
Dumbledore said nothing and didn't know what he was thinking about.
"I just don't want to hurt him."
"Harm him?" Phineas deliberately lengthened his tone, "Hypocritical..."
"Shut up Phineas, Dumbledore has his own considerations." The witch raised a very thick wand and hit Phineas on the head suddenly, causing Phineas to cover his head with both hands in pain.
"You are actually so interested in a Muggle-born wizard." The red-nosed wizard thought this was abnormal.
"Muggle wizard, hell, do you really believe that guy is a Muggle wizard?" Phineas rubbed his head and said sarcastically: "Do you really think that a Muggle wizard can get a Wizengamot position at that age?
?Even Dumbledore couldn't do it at his age."
The portraits all realized that something was wrong. This kind of thing was indeed abnormal. There must be some reason that they didn't know.
"You say it yourself, or I let you say it." The witch threatened, waving her wand.
"That guy should be a descendant of the Smith family, and he is a direct descendant, so to hell with Muggle wizards, this kind of thing is just a fool who knows nothing. I dare say Dumbledore must know him.
's true identity."
After being hit hard, Phineas naturally didn't do nothing. He used his network and finally got some clues.
"Although I don't want to admit it, that Anderson is indeed a great guy. He is more like Gryffindor than those arrogant Gryffindor students who have big muscles in their brains. That guy is very aware of his shortcomings and has nothing to do with it.
He shyly admitted his shortcomings and worked hard to make up for them, rather than being complacent and arrogant because of his current reputation and achievements."
"Do you think that if you reject him, that guy won't find someone else to teach him fighting skills?"
In Phineas's opinion, Dumbledore was confused. There is no doubt that a genius like Albert should be roped in. The other party gave him a chance, but you didn't even grasp it. Isn't this a mistake?
Dumbledore looked at Phineas with some surprise, not understanding why the other party spoke for Albert.
"Is there any problem?" Phineas asked.
"No, I just didn't expect you to think so highly of him." Dumbledore said differently.
"Don't you think highly of him?"
"I actually like him very much, but I'm not suitable to teach him." Dumbledore shook his head.
"You are not suitable. Who is suitable, that Moody who likes to capture dark wizards?" Phineas asked with raised eyebrows.
"Yes, Alastor is more suitable."
"Excuse." After Phineas finished speaking, he didn't bother to say any more and went to sleep.
This is no excuse. As a former Auror, Alastor has experienced hundreds of battles. In Dumbledore's opinion, he is more suitable to teach Albert than himself. However, what he finally got from Albert was: I don't believe him.
Dumbledore overlooked one thing. How could Albert not have considered Alastor Moody?
Dumbledore stood up and walked to the fireplace, sprinkled a small amount of Floo powder, and said to the rising flames: "Severus, please come to the office."
A few minutes later, the Potions Professor walked into the headmaster's office amidst the green flames rising from the fireplace, with annoyance on his brows.
"Mr. Albert feels that there may be an accident that threatens his life in the third project." Dumbledore said to Snape, "He hopes that I can teach him fighting skills, but I am not very suitable, you know.
I am already a..."
"I still have a potion brewing in the cauldron, so you'd better keep your story short."
"I want you to teach Anderson fighting skills. You know, he is too young and has no experience in this area."
"That guy doesn't need anyone to teach him at all. He is so powerful. I doubt even the Aurors in the Ministry of Magic may be his opponent." Although Snape didn't like Albert, he still had a high opinion of him.
.
"He lacks experience in fighting wizards." Dumbledore reminded kindly.
"Then you should ask Anderson to find that old guy Moody, he is more suitable." Snape said impatiently.
"He doesn't believe Moody," Dumbledore said helplessly.
Snape's face moved and he said softly: "Don't believe it?"
"Yes, he doesn't believe it." Dumbledore said helplessly.
"Maybe, he thinks that guy is suspicious." Snape trembled his lips and was in a good mood.
"How's it going?" Dumbledore asked, "I think with Mr. Anderson's talent, it shouldn't take up too much of your time."