Hogwarts: Dumbledore reigned over the wizarding world

Chapter 40 Newt Scamander (Part 1)

After eating the chocolate, Blake in the painting and his teacher, who should be a principal, are still wrestling and fighting.

A group of old men and women were watching around.

The huge principal's office was instantly transformed into an activity center for the elderly.

"Child, don't believe old Black's lies. He's gone crazy ever since he learned that the last male of the Black family was imprisoned in Azkaban."

A kind voice came from beside me.

Vaughn looked over and saw that a red-haired old lady had appeared on a blank portrait hanging near his desk.

In the wizarding world, seeing that red hair almost doesn't require much thought.

Vaughan saluted: "Hello, Headmaster Weasley, I'm sorry, I don't know what to call you."

She was undoubtedly the ancestor of the Weasley family, but Arthur and Molly eloped and were expelled from the family long ago. They did not bring any family genealogy documents, and the younger generation, including Vaughn, knew nothing about the history of the Weasleys.

The old lady is plump and looks kind:

"Don't worry about that. I'm dead. The Weasley family's generational status is no longer important."

Vaughan readily accepted the advice.

The dead didn't care, so there was no need for him to ask for clarification. He changed the subject: "When you said the last male in the Black family, did you mean Sirius Black?"

"Yes, that was 10 years ago. I still remember old Black's crazy roar when Dumbledore told him the news."

"One of the 28 sacred pure bloods passed down for thousands of years is about to become the dust of history. We can understand his pain, but since then, he has always wanted to seduce Slytherin students to help him rescue Sirius from Azkaban..."

Headmaster Weasley sighed:

"That was too much, and Dumbledore was forced to confine him to his office."

She looked at Vaughan lovingly and warned him, "You are still young and may yearn for power, but you must be vigilant and restrained in your study of the dark arts."

"Some ignorant dark wizards always say that power is neither good nor evil, and that it is the wizard who decides what is good and what is evil. However, dark magic requires extreme, negative emotions as nourishment. If you are constantly in such intense emotions, who can guarantee that you won't go crazy?"

Vaughan nodded.

This is also his opinion.

That's why he was curious about how Dumbledore and Snape solved this problem.

After chatting with the old ancestor for a while and watching the fun, Vaughn, who was a little bored, wandered around Dumbledore's office seeing the two old men fighting endlessly.

He found the Pensieve in a cabinet near the fireplace.

Vaughan vaguely remembered that Dumbledore had preserved many memories about Tom in order to find out why Tom didn't die.

But he didn't see it, it must have been hidden by Dumbledore's magic.

Then, near the door, in a corner blocked by a shelf, he found a full-length mirror covered with black satin.

Vaughan did not lift the silk; he knew what it was.

"That's the Mirror of Erised."

The Apparition disturbed the silence in the office, and Fawkes returned with Dumbledore.

After going out for a while and confirming something, the old man seemed to be in a good mood and said to Vaughan with a smile:

"Legend has it that it can reflect a person's desires, Mr. Weasley, aren't you ready to take a look?"

Vaughn smiled and shook his head. "I saw an introduction to it in an alchemy book. It can only reflect desires, but cannot fulfill them. No matter how you look at it, it's still fake."

"But I think it helps you identify what's going on in your heart."

“I know very well what I desire, Headmaster. Self-awareness should begin with oneself, not with a mirror,” Vaughn replied, growing impatient, and couldn’t help but stab Dumbledore in the back: “And what do you see in the mirror this time?”

"..."

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment.

He couldn't help but think back to the past period of time when he stood in front of the mirror every day, and the reflection of four young children in the mirror looked and sounded the same as they did more than ninety years ago.

Unlike reality, they have no conflicts, no tragedies, and are smiling happily, close and happy.

But the great wizard quickly suppressed his surging emotions and winked at Vaughan: "I see a lot of wool socks. You have to understand, child, an old man over a hundred years old would really like someone to give him a pair of warm wool socks for Christmas."

"Ha ha……"

Vaughn only responded with an ambiguous laugh.

He didn't want to play this crazy game with Dumbledore anymore, so he asked directly, "Did you find anything?"

Dumbledore shook his head regretfully, but still replied, "Yes, Mr. Weasley, your guess is correct. A powerful dark wizard is plotting to obtain unicorn blood in order to brew an elixir of immortality in order to maintain his... ugly, humble, life, like a candle in the wind!"

When he said this, a complicated look flashed across his blue eyes.

But soon, his tone became lighter:
"Although I didn't find him, fortunately, I found the herd of unicorns. So far, no unicorn has died. Your discovery was very timely, Mr. Weasley. I would like to thank you on behalf of the unicorns. You are such a good person -"

Dumbledore wiped his eyes with emotion.

Dramatic!

The corners of Vaughan's mouth twitched a few times. In comparison, he still preferred playing with Ron, Harry and the others. Those old guys who were so cunning were so abominable!

What a pity! It seems that Tom didn’t go to the Forbidden Forest tonight. It would be interesting if the two of them met.

Vaughan sighed regretfully, then suggested, "Headmaster, I suggest that the unicorns be moved somewhere else. The Forbidden Forest is no longer suitable for them to survive, and Hogwarts doesn't have enough people to guard against thieves all day long."

"That's a very good suggestion, Weasley... Oh, can I call you Vaughn? That would be more friendly."

Vaughn chuckled: "Then I'll call you Albus?"

Unexpectedly, Old Deng didn't care at all. He smiled and said, "Of course. Isn't a name meant to be called by others?"

Then, without waiting for Vaughn to continue, he said:

"I also feel that unicorns are not suitable for the Forbidden Forest, so I decided to ask an old friend for help. Come on, Vaughn, come with me. He is also a good man, you will definitely like him."

Vaughan didn't refuse.

Walking up to Dumbledore and grabbing his wrist, Fawkes chirped and landed on Dumbledore's shoulder.

"Have you ever experienced a follower apparition? Relax, it's just a slight discomfort."

"Okay Albus!"

"Don't struggle. Separation is scary. If your head flies off, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to get it back, kid."

"Okay Albus!"

"...I don't think you need to keep calling my name."

"Okay Albus!"

call out--

The two men disappeared in a twisted state, leaving only the portraits in the office still arguing.

(End of this chapter)