In the morning, Dumbledore sat at his desk, picked up a cup of steaming morning tea, took a sip, and felt the strong tea flavor blooming on his tongue, and his facial muscles shrank into a ball.
His eyes fell on the parchment on the table. After taking another sip of strong tea, he put down the tea cup in disgust. His slightly tired eyes finally returned to their usual shrewdness.
"What a weird thing, you actually drink strong tea early in the morning?" A lazy mocking voice came from the portrait on the right.
Dumbledore didn't care at all about Phineas's ridicule and said to himself: "To be honest, for an old man who has lived for a century and often suffers from insomnia, getting up early is not an easy task."
"It seems that there are important guests this morning?" asked the old witch with curly silver hair.
"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 a very exaggerated tone: "Isn't it?
Your precious savior, Harry Potter? Or that greedy brat named Albert Anderson."
"Come on, Phineas." The fat wizard with the red nose yawned and said, "I remember you called him Mr. Anderson with great respect last time."
Dumbledore didn't pay attention to the daily exchanges between the portraits of the past principals. His eyes fell back on the parchment. The sender was Albert Anderson, who wanted to visit at nine o'clock in the morning on the weekend.
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. Now that the other party actually took the initiative to visit him, it was obvious that something important had happened.
Dumbledore didn't have to wait too long before 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, I would like something to drink." Dumbledore asked with a smile, completely gone from the fatigue just now.
"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 event of the Triwizard Tournament is very dangerous."
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not speak, but listened quietly to Albert's continued 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 intuition more on certain things." Albert looked up at Dumbledore and said calmly, "This Triwizard Tournament is very abnormal, it actually happened.
The fourth warrior, although there have been no accidents in the competition so far, it also means that the biggest accident will go wrong during the third event."
"You predicted something bad would happen in the third project?" Dumbledore thought about his words.
"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, so I'm here
Looking for you."
"Honestly, this really surprises me." Dumbledore was a little surprised and asked tentatively: "Have you ever done divination?"
"I didn't dare to try divination." Albert said softly, "Some things will become very bad once the results of divination are revealed."
"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, my great life has just begun," Albert said calmly, not caring about Phineas's sarcasm, "There is absolutely no need to throw away your life for a competition championship."
"When did Gryffindor get involved with caution?" Phineas dodged the wand waved by the witch and continued to mock.
"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 carefully about the meaning of Albert's words. He actually did not suspect that Albert was lying, because Nico Flamel could also detect the crisis in advance, but he did not dare to predict it, and was more worried about divination.
to one's own death.
This can't even be described as bad.
"I need to strengthen my strength." Albert decisively 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 flexibly use magic to fight are two different things." Albert looked at the old man in front of him and faced his shortcomings: "Inexperience due to youth.
This is my biggest problem at the moment, which prevents me from giving full play to my abilities, and going to the battlefield without 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."
"However, I now have a premonition that the third project will pose a threat to my life. It can only be due to other external factors. This matter is actually not difficult to guess. The reason must be the fourth one with Harry Potter.
The Warriors are related, and things related to Potter will definitely involve the mysterious man. I think the threat this time should come from the mysterious man and his minions."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I think Voldemort is not stupid enough to break into Hogwarts by himself." Dumbledore shook his head.
Albert looked at the old man in front of him calmly, feeling a little unhappy. When talking to smart people, sometimes you don't need to beat around the bush, unless you treat others as fools.
Don't you know that it can't be Voldemort?
Dumbledore's intention was already obvious. Although he didn't have any expectations from the beginning, it was still a bit regretful. The headmaster was as big a treasure trove as Voldemort. If he was willing to teach me, he would definitely make rapid progress.
Pity.
"Mysterious Man naturally doesn't dare to go to Hogwarts. As we all know, 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." Albert drank the black tea in the cup, stood up and said, "Excuse me, I wish you a happy weekend."
"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 was about to open the door and 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 wise for you to do this Dumbledore!" Phineas looked at the direction Albert left, then looked at Dumbledore who was drinking strong tea and said, "I dare say that boy will definitely bear a grudge against you.
"
"Mr. Anderson is not as stingy as you think." Dumbledore said calmly.
"Actually, I don't understand why you refuse. That guy believes in getting what you pay for." The expression on Phineas's face became more and more weird. "I know this from my contact with that guy. As long as you are willing
Teach him some fighting skills, and the boy will definitely be willing to 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, "How hypocritical..."
"Shut up Phineas, Dumbledore has his own considerations." The witch raised a very thick wand and hit Phineas on the head suddenly, causing him to cover his head with both hands in pain.
"You actually care so much about Mr. Anderson." The red-nosed wizard thought this was abnormal.
"That guy will soon be able to get a seat in the Wizengamot." Phineas rubbed his head and said: "Anderson is indeed an amazing guy. Even Dumbledore couldn't do it at his age. Moreover,
That guy also helped my unfortunate great-great-grandson."
"It really looks like Slytherin," the witch said sarcastically.
"Do you think that if you reject him, that guy won't find someone else to teach him fighting skills?" Phineas didn't care about the witch's words. He felt that Dumbledore was really old and confused. A genius like Albert
, there is no doubt that you should win over, and the other party gives you a chance, but you don’t even grasp it yourself. Isn’t this just confusing?
"I am not suitable to teach him." Dumbledore shook his head and said.
"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."
"How hypocritical."
Phineas didn't bother to talk anymore and went back to sleep.
This is no excuse. Dumbledore's fighting style is not suitable for Albert. At most, he can only teach some magic that Albert does not understand. As a former Auror, Alastor, who has experienced hundreds of battles, watched Dumbledore
He was more suitable to teach Albert. However, what he finally got from Albert was: I don’t believe him.
In fact, Dumbledore overlooked one thing. How could Albert not have considered Alastor Moody, the old Auror?
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 my 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.
"What's up?"
"Mr. Albert feels that there may be an accident that threatens his life in the third project." Dumbledore said directly to Snape, "He hopes that I can teach him fighting skills, but I am not suitable. You
Know that I am already a..."
"I still have a potion brewing in the cauldron, so you'd better keep your story short." Snape interrupted impatiently.
"I hope you can teach Mr. Anderson fighting skills. You know, he is too young and has little experience in this area." Dumbledore explained to the Potions Professor.
"That guy doesn't need to be taught at all." Although Snape didn't like Albert, he still spoke highly of him.
"He lacks experience in dueling wizards."
"Then you should let him go to that old guy Moody, he is more suitable." Snape was about to go back and continue to brew the medicine.
"He doesn't believe Alastor." Dumbledore said helplessly.
Snape's face trembled slightly and he repeated softly: "Don't believe it?"
"Yes, he doesn't believe Alastor." Dumbledore said helplessly.
"Perhaps, he also thinks that old guy Moody is suspicious." Snape trembled his lips and was in a good mood.
"How is it?" Dumbledore asked, "I think with Anderson's talent, it shouldn't take up too much of your time."
"I can't guarantee that Gryffindor's troll brain will learn much, even if he is the smarter one among the trolls." Snape finally agreed to this.
