Harry Potter: This senior is pretty strong

After leaving Hogwarts, Lucius Malfoy did not immediately return to his home in Wiltshire, but instead went alone to a dilapidated manor.

"Failed again? Didn't you say you'd definitely find something on Dumbledore this time?" A masked man, shrouded in a black cloak, stood beside the crumbling gate of the manor and said in a deep voice.

“I guarantee that there’s something wrong with that child!” Lucius’s voice was still filled with anger, and he was also wearing a mask at this moment.

"And then?" the cloaked, masked man said sarcastically.

“I don’t know what went wrong. Maybe the truth serum failed, or maybe Dumbledore did something to make the boy’s answer sound normal…” After saying this, Lucius said angrily, “Damn normal!”

"Hmph, I think it's your own fault for not doing your job well!" the cloaked and masked man said coldly.

"What right do you have to criticize me? What have you been doing all this time?!" Lucius said angrily.

"Of course I'm doing my best to prepare for my master's return!" the cloaked masked man said devoutly.

"Heh, your loyalty will surely be rewarded when your master returns!" Lucius said sarcastically.

Lucius had always been skeptical about the return of the "master," but he was happy to have the power of those believers at his disposal.

"But you, you keep saying you've found an opportunity to bring down Dumbledore, and you fail time and time again! Do you know how much Dumbledore's ambition has swelled recently? He's contacted his students in Europe and North America, secretly plotting something, and our great cause is under unprecedented threat!" the cloaked and masked man said indignantly and venomously.

“Of course I understand Dumbledore’s ambition, but what can I do? He is the headmaster of Hogwarts, and over the decades, his students have spread to every corner of the world,” Lucius said helplessly and resentfully.

"No matter what, we can't let him ruin the master's return plan... We shouldn't have just handed over the last deal on the blood of the Witch God to that kid. Now we've had a misunderstanding with GA (Grindelwald's Army), and it'll be hard to have another chance to cooperate in the short term," the cloaked masked man said with great frustration.

"Heh, isn't it because you guys are cowardly and worried about being tricked by GA that you arranged for a nobody to make the deal..." Lucius finally got a chance to mock the other party.

"What's the use of saying all this now? Since we can't get the blood of the witch god over there, we can only try to find that thing." The cloaked and masked man said helplessly.

“That’s something belonging to Lemaître. Have you considered how difficult it would be to obtain it?” Lucius said quietly.

"So what about Lemaître? He's just an old man whose bones have all crumbled." The cloaked and masked man said with a disdainful tone.

"Well, good luck!" Lucius said, then reluctantly added, "If you need my help, remember to call me."

"We'll come to you whenever we need your help," the cloaked and masked man said calmly.

"That's all for now, I should head back," Lucius said.

"Okay, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Having finished their conversation, the two of them vanished from their spots using Apparition.

After they left, the biting wind blew, making the dilapidated manor appear even more desolate and lonely.

……

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Headmaster's Office.

Headmaster Albus Dumbledore stood in the round room, his aged face revealing undisguised weariness.

He looked at the Phoenix Fox squatting there, and for some reason, an ancient poem he had recently seen in the East came to mind. The poem meant: Those who know me will think that I am full of worries, while those who do not know me will think that I am doing things for ulterior motives.

Yes, ever since that messenger from the Brazilian Ministry of Magic came to London and informed them that a force calling itself GA was active on the American continent, Dumbledore has been secretly busy.

He investigated all information and intelligence about this group through his students and friends.

His actions are probably seen by many as having ulterior motives.

After all, the reputation of "Dumbledore," coupled with his students and friends in various positions around the world, is indeed a force to be reckoned with.

He was well aware of the allure of this power, which is why he always maintained his self-control.

When an individual or a group of people becomes too powerful, they can easily lose themselves.

This is a lesson he learned when he was still young.

And the person who taught him this lesson was none other than his closest relative.

—Her death taught him this lesson.

However, there were things he had to do to save more people from a tragic fate.

He just hoped that what he had done would have a good outcome. Dumbledore thought to himself.

……

When Qin Yu woke up from a bizarre dream, his mind was still a bit confused. Then, he saw Professor Swinton sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at a book with great interest.

The book was titled: "Some Strange Ideas on Alchemy".

Upon seeing the book title, Qin Yu's thoughts gradually began to focus...

He remembered that he had once browsed through this book on the second floor of Flourish and Blotts in Diagon Alley. At the time, he thought some parts of the book were far-fetched. Later, Hermione bought it along with a few other books, and then, when he returned to school, the girl thoughtfully packed it into his suitcase.

Later, when he got to school, he would occasionally take out the book to pass the time, and not long ago, Professor Swinton saw it and borrowed it.

"Hmm? You're awake!" Professor Swinton only noticed Qin Yu after he had been awake for a while.

"Um, Professor Swinton, what's wrong with me?" Qin Yu asked, still somewhat bewildered.

“You drank the truth serum that Lucius brought, and the side effect was drowsiness. You’ve been sleeping here for over eight hours now,” Professor Swinton explained.

"...Um, it seems that's indeed the case."

Qin Yu remembered this incident. It seemed that although the system had protected his memory to some extent, the side effects of the truth serum could not be offset. Fortunately, it was just drowsiness and there were no serious consequences.

“Actually, Professor Snape was here the whole time, and he's the one who brought you here,” Professor Swinton said, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, I will find an opportunity to thank Professor Snape," Qin Yu said solemnly.

“Alright, if you feel you’ve recovered enough, you can leave now. We haven’t told your friends about this so they won’t worry. —You know, some things are better left unsaid to as few people as possible,” Professor Swinton said as he stood up.

Qin Yu had indeed slept enough. With Professor Swinton's help, he got out of bed, and when his feet touched the ground, he felt completely awake.

The side effects of truth serum are now mostly over.

……

So the two of them left together.

It was already evening. Walking down the brightly lit corridor, Qin Yu and Professor Swinton chatted casually, just like many times before.

Then, they naturally started talking about alchemy.

"...This book is good. Although the ideas are a bit far-fetched, they are very insightful. I'd like to find an opportunity to have a good chat with the author," Professor Swinton said, holding up the book in his hand.

"Really? I thought you were going to say this author is crazy and ridiculous," Qin Yu said with a shrug.

“Haha, in history, which great alchemist wasn’t crazy and ridiculous?” Professor Swinton said with a laugh.

"It seems...there's some truth to it...like that Eastern proverb: 'No madness, no success.'" Qin Yu translated the phrase "No madness, no life."

"Hmm, it seems that human intelligence does have similarities." Swinton pondered Qin Yu's words, finding them quite interesting.

Then, he abruptly changed the subject, saying to Qin Yu, "I heard that you used the alchemical materials from last time to make a sword that's pretty but useless?"

"Huh? Do you have to be so harsh... Otherwise I would have thought you were Professor Snape in disguise!" Qin Yu was a little embarrassed.

"Haha, I never thought that Qin, who is fearless, would have moments of embarrassment," Professor Swinton teased with a laugh.

"Alright, it's true that my abilities are limited, and I've wasted such precious alchemical materials. How about this, I'll give you the materials, and you can make something more useful." Qin Yu simply refused.

To everyone's surprise, Professor Swinton nodded and said, "I was just thinking of getting it from you."

"..." Qin Yu pouted.

You really want it?

However, Professor Swinton immediately added, "This book has given me a lot of inspiration. I'll help you forge that beautiful sword into a useful one. What do you think?"

"Really?" Qin Yu's eyes lit up upon hearing this.

“Of course!” Professor Swinton nodded.

"Can it fly?" Qin Yu asked impatiently.

“It’s not impossible… It seems Lady Hodge was right, you’ve always dreamed of flying in the sky on a sword.” Swinton couldn’t help but chuckle.

"Professor Swinton, I must correct you, it's not flying on a sword, it's flying on a leash! Flying on a sword, aren't you afraid of cutting your butt? Madam Hooch's imagination is a bit too wild..." Qin Yu rolled his eyes and couldn't help but complain.

"Hmm, flying on foot, that satisfies... are there any other requirements?" Professor Swinton asked.

"I want that sword to be able to change size, something like... um, a space-expanding spell, like your bag," Qin Yu said, revealing another idea of ​​his.

“Hmm, changing size…that’s a bit tricky. I’ll have to discuss it with Professor Snape and the others.” After saying that, Professor Swinton continued, “Anything else?”

"Make it sharper!" Qin Yu said.

If a sword can simply fly, he doesn't think it's anything special; at most, it's just a bare flying broom handle.

"Hmm, this is fine..."

"Also, could we add some special effects, like..."

Then, Qin Yu launched into a long explanation of his various ideas, and as he made his 28th request, Professor Swinton looked up at the night sky and said to Qin Yu slowly:

"Qin, I've suddenly lost interest in forging this sword for you. Why don't you just pretend I didn't say anything and we take our leave? I'm going to admire the moon; I feel that its bright light can bring me peace of mind."

"No, Professor, I was wrong! Just make it fly, grow bigger and smaller, cut people, and... uh, just those three things are fine!" Qin Yu quickly lowered his requirements.

"Hmm, that's more like it... One should know how to be content!" Professor Swinton admonished.

"You're right, I'm very satisfied with these benefits!" Qin Yu said seriously.

Then, Professor Swinton followed Qin Yu to the Gryffindor dormitory area and took away Qin Yu's sword, which was made of alchemical materials and was useless except for its beauty.

……

When the night was deep and quiet, Qin Yu lay in bed unable to sleep, probably because he had slept too much during the day.

Then, she thought about what she had once told Hermione: "If you dream about someone, that person will have insomnia."

So, is the reason I'm having insomnia right now because someone is dreaming about me?

Thinking about all sorts of things, Qin Yu wasn't sleepy anyway, so he simply got out of bed, grabbed a candlestick and some paper and pen, and went to the common rest area.

There was no one here at the moment—according to regulations, it's not allowed to go out too late.

Well, it's just breaking the schedule, nothing serious.

Thinking of this, Qin Yu found a table, sat down, put down the candlestick, spread out the letter paper, and began to write with a quill pen.

Hermione had already written something on that letter.

I don't know if this girl figured it out on her own or learned it from somewhere, but recently she has started writing similar replies in Qin Yu's original letters, in almost every paragraph.

This subtly increases the interactivity and fun of the letter writing, making it seem as if the two people are communicating through the letter.

Qin Yu was no stranger to this format. After all, when he read novels in his previous life, there were various paragraph comments. Seeing the number of comments displayed after each paragraph made him feel compelled to click on them.

In short, Qin Yu was happy to accept Hermione's new form of correspondence.

Then, as she wrote in her letters about her life, about Crookshanks getting fatter, about spring in her eyes, about how she would suddenly miss him at night, about the scene of them sitting together on the small bed in the attic chatting until late.

Every time Qin Yu saw these, he couldn't help but smile, and then he would write down what he wanted to say next to them.

After writing a reply to every paragraph in Hermione's letter, Qin Yu unfolded a blank sheet of paper and began writing down the things he wanted to share with the girl far away.

Amidst the flickering lights, no matter how dark or chaotic the night may be outside, there are always places and people where one can find peace and quiet.

——Dimensional wall——

It's over four thousand words, so it's basically a combined chapter.

Thank you to every lovely person who sent gifts, urged me to update, and commented. Your support gives me tremendous motivation! Due to space limitations, I won't list everyone's IDs here.

Then, let me clarify that the gift list in the author's notes is scraped by the system. I don't know exactly how it's done, and it's not that the author missed it. Please understand.