This Hogwarts is not normal

Dorje suddenly wanted to have another glass of whiskey.

"Albus, it's getting late." He straightened his woolen coat, "Let's go back to Hogwarts."

Dumbledore looked at his watch.

According to those weird pointers, it is already past 10 o'clock in the morning.

"Aberforth, let's talk again when we have a chance." Duoji stood up, opened the door and walked out of the Pig's Head Bar first.

"Wait for my signal."

"it is good."

After a simple sentence, Dumbledore also left.

Aberforth put his glass away and sat down.

The elder brother's eyes are difficult to read, but the younger brother's are almost recognizable.

It seems to be regretting, and it seems to be reflecting.

Maybe it's because he's used to loneliness, he doesn't seem to want to show his vulnerable side to the outside world.

Even if it is the only family member left in the world.

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Hogsmeade on the carriage to Hogwarts.

"Ephias, you haven't been back to Hogwarts for almost 20 years, have you?"

"About 19 and a half years." Duoji looked at the scenery outside, "Do you really only need me to substitute for the class?

If it is a formal professor, in fact, I will not refuse. "

Dumbledore on the opposite side shook his head slightly, "If there is no ban from the Ministry of Magic, I would like to experience this curse myself."

As long as Grindelwald is alive, he can no longer teach Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Duoji looked back at the scenery along the way, "Why don't you change the name of this course."

"You know I won't."

Changing even one letter is tantamount to admitting defeat to Voldemort.

"It's not the way to go on like this."

"Actually, I have a very suitable candidate." The corners of Dumbledore's mouth rose slightly,

"He is naturally immune to soul attacks, and it is estimated that even the side effects of black magic will not take effect."

Dorji was a little surprised, "There is such a talent?"

"Yeah, the world of magic is too big. Just because we haven't discovered it doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

Dumbledore's blue eyes looked at the castle, "Five years—or seven years.

After seven years, he should be qualified for the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. "

"That child?" The surprise on Duoji's face disappeared.

He is a consultant, not a simple consultant.

Although Fudge is not very good, he is still very efficient in some aspects.

For example, finding a suitable scapegoat, or turning a bad thing into a good thing.

Next year's list of UK Wizengamot Juniors is out and there is only one name on it.

"Seven years——" Duoji was struggling to suppress a smile, "Albus, where are you going to find seven new professors?"

The smile froze on Dumbledore's face.

"Alastor, Newt, Tina, Queenie..." He counted four on his fingers.

"Even if you can find it, you just graduated and don't have the experience to become a professor?" Duoji seemed to be reminding something.

Since there is a high probability that the curse will not take effect, why not be a little assistant to run errands first?

"Ephias, your idea is great!"

"Albus, are you serious?"

Dumbledore gave a meaningful smile.

Dorje knew that there were at least two people to be counted, and one of them was sure to be himself.

"No, I'm just here to substitute."

"Ephias, when I was in school, I was very aware of your abilities..."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

"Think about it, you're sure to like that kid very much."

It was to play the emotional card, and to ensure the little assistant's peace of mind. After Dumbledore got off the carriage, he was still trying to persuade Dorje.

"Albus, I only met him once."

"Ephias, it's just over a semester, please help."

Playing and running errands, coupled with the study of alchemy and some magic, there should be no time for night travel.

Kill two birds with one stone~

The smile on Dumbledore's face disappeared instantly as he walked up the last step.

At first, Dorje thought he was angry with himself, until he strode towards the castle together and walked into the principal's office.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, all have their own complex expressions.

He glanced at the Pensieve on the table, and he already got the answer in his heart.

They had read Slughorn's memory and knew the secret of Voldemort's immortality.

Dumbledore also didn't blame them, but carefully put the memory back into the original vial.

Seven people can't squeeze in together, so I can be sure that only one person has seen it.

"Vincent, do you have something important to do?"

"Yes, Professor." Vincent didn't hide the sadness in his eyes, "Harry wasn't born with Parseltongue."

Dorje's pupils shrank instantly.

Dumbledore looked at Hagrid who was wiping tears.

There was a killing 12 years ago, in Godric's Hollow, in the Potters' cabin.

Under normal circumstances, a living person cannot become a Horcrux.

But Harry had a scar on his forehead, a scar caused by the Killing Curse.

"Professor, Jormgund—that is, if the basilisk is not lying, Harry may actually be..."

Dumbledore took a deep breath, "Thank you very much for your information."

Vincent was obviously hesitant to speak, but he still didn't say anything in the end.

"I know what you want to say." Dumbledore nodded slightly, opened his hands and introduced Dorje,

"He is Ephias Dorji, an old friend of mine."

Dorje greeted Hagrid first, and then came to the six little ones one by one.

"See you again, children."

He was actually present at the honor ceremony of the Order of Merlin during the summer vacation.

"Albus always mentions your names in front of me."

Fred and George were all like sweet babies.

Because their parents are both members of the Order of the Phoenix, they have met Dorje quite a lot.

"Mr. Duoji, long time no see~"

"Haha—you two naughty little fellows!"

Vincent secretly winked at Dumbledore.

Although the introduction was a basic courtesy, he just felt that Dorji would not be a simple guest.

The legal advisor to the Ministry of Magic and the special advisor to the Wizengamot, there is no way the reason for coming to Hogwarts is to reminisce about the old days.

Dumbledore nodded slightly again.

The new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?

The work of the consultant is still there, and it should only be a substitute.

Vincent ignored the resentful little eyes he cast next.

Blame him for not keeping Horace's memories safe.

In the empty principal's room, there was a Pensieve and a small bottle on the table.

If he could suppress the curiosity in his heart, he wouldn't be counted so many times.

Dumbledore lost his mind, and turned his attention to the portraits of the headmaster pretending to be asleep.

He was sure they all had their eyes open before he and Dorje came.

Maybe some of them even encouraged it.

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