Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 933: Do not believe

In the morning, Dumbledore sat in front of his desk, picked up the steaming morning tea, took a sip, felt the strong tea smell blooming on the tip of his tongue, and the muscles on his cheeks trembled slightly. His eyes fell on the parchment on the table, and he took another sip of strong tea, so that his slightly tired eyes finally returned to their former shrewdness.

"It's really weird, you actually drink strong tea early in the morning?" A lazy taunt came from the right, "A cup of milk tea with enough honey is more suitable for you!

"I need to keep my brain awake." Dumbledore paid no heed to Phineas' sarcasm. "To be honest, waking up early is not easy for an old man who has lived for a century and often suffers from insomnia."

"Looks like you have a guest this morning," said the silver-haired old witch gently.

"A student."

"It really amazes me, let me guess which student can get the famous Albus Dumbledore to receive such a solemn reception?" Phineas, wearing a nightgown, said in an exaggerated tone: " I guess it's either Harry Potter, your precious savior, or that greedy kid named Albert Anderson."

"Come on, Phineas." The fat red-nosed wizard yawned, "I remember you respected that Mr. Anderson last time."

Dumbledore didn't pay attention to the daily communication between the portraits of the principals, and his eyes could not help falling on the parchment. The sender was Albert Anderson, and the content was probably that the other party wanted to visit him on weekend mornings.

In Dumbledore's impression, this Mr. Anderson would obviously not come to him for nothing, and more often he invited the other party to come over for tea, but the other party actually came to visit him now, obviously something happened.

Before Dumbledore waited long, the oak door of the headmaster's room was knocked on time.

"Come in." Dumbledore raised his voice slightly.

"Good morning, Professor Dumbledore." Albert pushed open the door and walked into the principal's office.

"Ah, good morning, Mr. Anderson, please sit down and have something to drink." Dumbledore asked with a smile.

"A cup of black tea, thank you."

Albert reached for the steaming black tea Dumbledore conjured out of thin air, took a sip, and said straight to the point: "My gut tells me that the third item will be very dangerous."

Dumbledore did not speak, and listened to Albert quietly. The portraits in the headmaster's office who were pretending to be asleep also raised their ears to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two.

"You know, I can divination, and I trust my own feelings more in some things." Albert looked up at Dumbledore and continued, "This Triwizard Tournament is very abnormal, and it actually happened. The fourth-place Warriors, although there have been no surprises in the game so far, it also means that the biggest surprise is in the third event."

"Do you think something bad will happen to the third project?" Dumbledore asked tentatively

"This is an inevitable result, you should be able to guess." Albert looked at the old man in front of him and said calmly: "And this matter may affect me, or even endanger my life. "

"Honestly, that surprised me." Dumbledore was a little surprised.

"You feel your life is threatened, and you came to Dumbledore to ask for help?" Phineas' voice came lazily from the portrait.

"I don't know when you lost the most basic of manners, Phineas," said a shrewd-eyed witch holding up a very thick wand.

"You can think so, after all, a great life has just begun," Albert didn't care about Phineas' ridicule, and said calmly, "There's no need to lose your own life for a championship."

"When did Gryffindor get involved with prudence?" Phineas said, dodging the waving wand.

"Prudence can make 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 chased by the witch with great interest.

"The Triwizard Tournament cannot be cancelled."

Dumbledore pondered what Albert had just said. He didn't actually suspect that Albert was lying, because Nicole LeMay could also detect the crisis in advance.

"I need to strengthen my strength." Albert had a showdown, "I want to learn combat skills from you, the experience and combat skills of dealing with dark wizards."

"As far as I know, you are quite good at this." Dumbledore did not immediately refuse, but was surprised that Albert would find himself because of this.

"I do have mastered a lot of magic, and I think my strength is pretty good, but knowing magic and being able to use it flexibly in combat are two different things." Albert looked at the old man in front of him and said calmly, "experience due to youth. Inadequacy is my biggest problem right now, which makes me unable to fully exert my abilities, and it is irresponsible for my own life to go to the battlefield without experience."

"Battlefield? I think you're taking this too seriously, Mr. Anderson." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Is it serious? I don't think so." Albert said with a drink of black tea, "I never thought that the third event of the Triwizard Tournament could pose a threat to me. After all, the event is just a competition event, even in danger, otherwise the other warriors would have died long ago.”

"And I actually had a premonition that the third project would bring my life-threatening, it could only be other factors, this matter is actually not difficult to guess, it must be related to Potter becoming a warrior, and it is related to Potter. The mysterious man will definitely be involved, and I think the threat this time should come from the mysterious man and his minions.”

"I don't think Voldemort would be stupid enough to break into Hogwarts himself." Dumbledore shook his head.

Albert looked at the old man calmly, a little unhappy in his heart, because when talking to a smart person, sometimes you don't need to beat around the bush, unless you think others are fools.

Don't you know it's impossible to be Voldemort?

Dumbledore's meaning was obvious. Although he didn't report any expectations from the beginning, he still echoed: "You-Know-Who naturally doesn't dare to go to Hogwarts. As we all know, You-Know-Who 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, your strength and experience are beyond doubt." Albert picked up the tea cup and drank the black tea in the cup, stood up and said, "Excuse me, I wish you good luck. Have a great weekend, Professor."

"Why don't you go to Professor Moody? I think he is more suitable for teaching you combat skills. That is the job of the Auror." Dumbledore asked when Albert opened the door to leave, " I think you should be well aware of Professor Moody's business."

"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 for you to do this, Dumbledore!" Phineas looked at Albert's back, and then looked at Dumbledore who was drinking tea, "I dare say that kid will definitely hold grudges. you."

"He's not as stingy as you think," Dumbledore said quietly.

"Actually, I really don't understand why you refused. That guy pursues how much he gives and how much he gets." The expression on Phineas's face became more and more strange, "I know this from my contact with that kid. One point, as long as you are willing to teach him some fighting skills, that kid will definitely repay you."

Dumbledore did not speak, nor did he know what he was thinking.

"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 slammed it on Phineas's head, causing Phineas to stretch out his hands to cover it in pain. Hold your head.

"You're so obsessed with a Muggle-born wizard." The red-nosed wizard thought this was unusual.

"Muggle wizard, hell, do you really believe that guy is a Muggle wizard?" Phineas rubbed his head and sarcastically said, "You really think a Muggle wizard can get a Wizengar at that age. The Morty position? Not even Dumbledore at his age."

The portraits are aware that something is wrong. This kind of thing is really abnormal. There must be some reason they don'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 it's the direct line, so let the Muggle wizards go to hell, this kind of thing is just fooling a fool who doesn't know anything, I dare to say Dumbledore Must know his true identity."

Phineas naturally didn't do anything since he was hit hard. He used his network and finally got some clues.

"Although I don't want to admit it, that Anderson is a really amazing guy, more like a Gryffindor than a bunch of muscle-brained, arrogant Gryffindor students, who knows his own shortcomings. , admitted his own shortcomings without hesitation, and worked hard to make up for them, instead of being complacent and indomitable because of his existing reputation and achievements.”

"Don't you think that if you rejected him, that guy wouldn't find someone else to teach him fighting skills?"

In Phineas' view, Dumbledore was confused. A genius like Albert should undoubtedly be attracted. The other party gave him a chance, but you didn't grasp it yourself. This is not a confusion. ?

Dumbledore looked at Phineas in surprise, not understanding why he was speaking for Albert.

"Is there a problem?" Phineas asked rhetorically.

"No, I just didn't expect you to think so highly of him," Dumbledore said differently.

"Don't you like him?"

"I'm actually very optimistic about him, but I'm not suitable for teaching 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.

"Yeah, Alastor is better."

"Excuse." After Phineas finished speaking, he didn't bother to say any more, and went back to sleep by himself.

This is not an excuse. As a former Auror, Alastor has experienced many battles. In Dumbledore's opinion, he is more suitable to teach Albert than himself, but what he finally got from Albert is: I don't believe him.

Dumbledore overlooked one thing, how could Albert not have considered Alastor Moody?

Dumbledore got up and walked to the fireplace, sprinkled a pinch of Floo powder, and said to the rising flame, "Severus, please come to the office."

A few minutes later, the potions professor walked into the principal's room from the green flames rising from the fireplace, with a frown on his face.

"Mr Albert felt that the third project might have a life-threatening accident ~IndoMTL.com~ Dumbledore said to Snape, "He wants me to teach him fighting skills, but I don't Not quite right, you know I'm already a..."

"I still have potions in my cauldron, you'd better keep it short."

"I want you to teach Anderson combat skills, you know, he's too young to have much experience in this area."

"That guy doesn't need to be taught by anyone at all. He is very powerful. I suspect that the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic are not necessarily his opponents." Although Snape did not like Albert, his evaluation of Albert still high.

"He lacks experience fighting wizards," Dumbledore reminded kindly.

"Then you should have Anderson go to that old Moody guy, he's a better fit," Snape said impatiently.

"He doesn't trust Moody," said Dumbledore helplessly.

Snape's face moved, and he said softly, "Don't believe it?"

"Yes, he doesn't believe it," said Dumbledore helplessly.

"Maybe, he thinks the guy is suspicious." Snape twitched his lips, in a good mood.

"How is it?" Dumbledore asked, "I think with Mr. Anderson's talent, it shouldn't take up too much of your time."

"Okay." Snape finally agreed.

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