Chapter 1005: Vincent Takes the Initiative

The principal's office is still the principal's office, and the layout inside is the same as before, except that there are more strange little decorations.

When Vincent came in, he greeted the portraits of former principals who were pretending to be asleep in a very polite manner.

He failed to wake up the headmasters who were pretending to be asleep, so he went to the Sorting Hat on the shelf.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Hat."

The Sorting Hat split open a big crack in the middle, forming a big mouth that looked like it was smiling. "Child, long time no see. I created a few new melodies based on the Muggle records you gave me. Do you want to listen to them?"

"Okay."

"Ah—oh—hmm—" The Sorting Hat opened its throat and sang a school song with a particularly brisk and lively rhythm, but the tone was so strange that it sounded like it was sung with a mouthful of thick phlegm.

When it was finished, Vincent gave a round of applause.

Hermione, who was standing aside, clapped awkwardly, while Dumbledore clapped with appreciation.

"Mr. Hat, your melody borrowed from the 'sweet dresms' of the Dance Rhythm Choir? I think your singing skills need to be improved. Their lead singer, Annie Lennox, once studied at the Royal Academy of Music in London. She is known for her breathtaking semi-operatic singing style. Her androgynous voice is quite unique. Her ethereal, deep, and heavenly beautiful voice touches the soul directly. She is known as one of the most beautiful female voices in modern times."

The Sorting Hat leaned forward slightly from the large crack in the middle. "I was wondering why my singing sounded weird. Turns out it's a problem with my singing skills."

Vincent talked to it a lot, and Dumbledore listened with great interest the whole time. After Hermione got used to it, she was no longer reserved and would occasionally interject.

As it was getting dark, the Sorting Hat's singing skills improved significantly.

Although it still sounds a bit like holding a mouthful of spit, it doesn't sound bad at all. It's a bit like Marilyn Manson who just formed a band on the other side of the Atlantic.

The topic of the Sorting Hat creating a new melody passed, and after getting its consent, Vincent drew out the Sword of Gryffindor and looked at it carefully.

I have to admit that the goblins' craftsmanship is indeed superb.

Vincent compared the sword with the Flamel ring worn on the index finger of his left hand, and finally concluded that although both were made of silver and iron, their craftsmanship and magical properties were completely different.

After all, the manufacturing years are different and the most basic functions are also different, so it is normal to have differences.

Vincent returned the sword of Gryffindor, then turned to the gilded perch beside him with a smile and teased Fawkes on it.

I haven't seen it for a while and it seems to have lost weight.

Vincent habitually took out a bag of biscuits and said, "Here, eat more. I also have potato chips and dried fish."

Hermione noticed that the corner of Dumbledore's mouth twitched violently.

He has been talking about this and that since he came in. It seems that he wants to firmly grasp the initiative.

But after all, the old ones are still the wisest, and Dumbledore soon returned to his smiling state.

Until Vincent slowly took out a grill from Flamel's ring.

"Professor, it's already dinner time. Hermione and I are still in our developmental stages. You don't mind, do you?"

Dumbledore looked defeated and shook his head helplessly, "You win, kid."

Vincent, triumphant, put the grill away tactfully. "What's the point of winning or not, Professor? Do I look like such a petty person?"

Hermione quickly covered her mouth, trying hard to suppress the urge to laugh.

She remembered that three years ago, in her first year, at the same place and almost at the same time, Dumbledore had tested Vincent several times.

Now the situation between the two has completely reversed, and Dumbledore, who had questions to ask, has been taken control of by Vincent.

It really fits the old Eastern saying that Cedric learned from Qiu recently: Things change over time, so don't despise the young and poor.

It was rare to see Dumbledore wearing a mask of pain. Hermione straightened her back slightly while trying to hold back her laughter, and even looked a little proud.

The joyous atmosphere did not last long.

Vincent, who was in control, suddenly said, "Professor, I'm really hungry. If you have any questions, just ask."

Dumbledore walked slowly to the huge round table with claw-shaped legs and sat down.

He waved his hand gently and moved all the small objects on the table to a nearby small table with thin legs.

Then he snapped his fingers, and three steaming dinners appeared on the huge round table in front of him.

"Mr. Wayne, Miss Granger, let's talk after we finish eating."

Dinner was a traditional English stew, probably because Dumbledore was old and his teeth and stomach were not in good condition.

After the meal, the empty plates on the table were replaced with black tea and colorful candies.

Dumbledore picked a red one and put it in his mouth. His face immediately twisted into a ball. "Oh - Merlin! My luck is so bad. I actually picked the Dragon's Breath Chili flavor."

Vincent and Hermione quickly withdrew their hands.

After all these years, Dumbledore still likes these weird new candies.

"Would you like one?"

Vincent's little head shook like a rattle. "No, professor, you know me. I won't try something that I know is bad."

Dumbledore smiled and took a sip of his tea, "Well, we should get down to business."

His expression turned serious. "Mr. Wayne, Miss Granger, do you think that Headmaster Karkaroff was the one who cast the curse on the dragon?"

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After thinking for a while, they both shook their heads.

"why?"

Vincent nodded to Hermione, who gave her reasons.

"Professor, although Headmaster Karkaroff is a former Death Eater, if he volunteered or was forced by Voldemort - by that man, then his performance this afternoon was too exaggerated."

Hermione analyzed Karkaroff's character from the perspective of Muggle psychology, especially his exaggerated rage and hysteria after Moody pointed out that he had secretly been to the Forbidden Forest.

A normal person will definitely feel wronged if he is wronged. He will be angry, become hysterical, and even argue with reason and lose his mind.

Karkaroff's reaction was like a cat whose tail was stepped on and its fur suddenly stood up. It was much more exaggerated than a normal person's behavior. He was like a madman who actively provoked Moody.

Needless to say, he must have hated Moody to the core, but at the same time, he also had a deep fear of Moody.

Therefore, all of Karkaroff's exaggerated rage and hysteria on the surface are just paper dragons breathing fire. In his heart, he is actually a frightened bird who has been tortured by the Cruciatus Curse countless times. Once his pain points are touched, he will lose all reason and become a complete madman.

"In summary, I don't think that Headmaster Karkaroff is acting. People with sinister intentions are often good at disguising themselves. Any words he says and any actions he makes will have a certain degree of purpose."

Hermione took the tea that Vincent handed over and moistened her throat. "And his performance was really terrible. Not only did he insult Professor Moody, he also showed strong dissatisfaction with the British Ministry of Magic. This will only irritate the other party and increase others' suspicion of him."

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