Chapter 1219: Two Years of Longevity

Vincent's arrival filled the originally lifeless headmaster's office with joy. Principal Black certainly wanted to report him to the Ministry of Magic, but unfortunately he couldn't do it.

"I'm so angry!" Principal Black's nostrils flared, his neck tilted, and he fainted from anger.

Principal Dippet raised his hands high, easily winning the thrilling match.

The remaining principals stopped pretending to be asleep and gave the winner their warmest applause.

Dumbledore shook his head and sat down at the small round table. "Boy, you are really capable of making trouble."

Vincent spread his hands innocently and said, "It's all Principal Black's fault. He was the one who messed with me first."

Dumbledore laughed silently and looked at the unconscious Headmaster Black in the portrait with sympathy.

If Vincent had been born a century earlier, this most unpopular headmaster in history would probably have been furious.

Dumbledore waved his hand, and a wisp of tea fragrance rose up. The originally empty teapot was suddenly filled with light brown black tea.

"Would you like some more snacks?"

Just as Vincent was about to refuse, an exquisite plate filled with candies and desserts appeared on the small round table.

"Professor, long-term excessive sugar intake can lead to a slowed metabolism and blood acidification, which can cause a decline in immunity and accelerate aging."

Dumbledore smiled disapprovingly, reached for the plate, picked up a classic fizzing honey candy, and put it into his mouth with a look of enjoyment on his face.

"Sugar can stimulate the brain to release dopamine, which has a certain effect in helping to improve mood."

Vincent curled his lips and looked at the black dragon-skin glove on his left hand.

This glove was cast with various spells that could continuously heal, relieve pain, and resist erosion... Several months passed, and the damage Voldemort had done to his left hand was still there.

Vincent picked up a small silver ornament on the table and started playing with it. "Professor, you have a sweet tooth. You need treatment."

Dumbledore gently pushed up his half-moon glasses and said, "My child, this is the only hobby I have left. Without sweets, my life would lose a lot of fun."

The look behind his glasses was no longer kind, but rather stern. "Besides, this disease allows me to stay awake at all times, which I think is good."

Vincent paused, then played with the silver ornament in his hand. "Okay, but Professor, you must live a hundred years—no, two hundred years."

Dumbledore laughed again.

The natural lifespan of wizards can indeed reach 200 years, but this is the most ideal situation. In reality, they are more likely to encounter deadly dangers than Muggles. If they deal with dark magic for a long time, it will be difficult for them to live to 200 years old even if they give up sweets.

"Alright." Dumbledore put away the smile on his face, "son, let's get down to business."

Vincent twitched his lips, "Professor, can't I just come back to school because I missed you?"

Dumbledore leaned back slightly, adopting a frightened expression.

"Okay." Vincent put the silver trinket back where it belonged. "Professor, I'm here to ask for your help."

Only the top wizards can successfully cast the weather spell that can gather countless lightning bolts into a column of light. With the successful completion of the deuterium-tritium experiment that combines magic and technology, even if the Muggle governments outside Europe still do not join, they will not be as opposed to magic as they are now.

However, after careful consideration, Dumbledore chose to refuse.

"Why? Professor, this experiment is very important to us."

"I know." Dumbledore leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on Vincent's anxious face. "I'm glad you asked me for help, but I can't violate the Statute of Secrecy."

Vincent gave him a look full of disdain. "Professor, you are too principled."

Dumbledore winked mischievously. "So, my boy, you'll have to figure it out for yourself."

As the most powerful wizard in the world, he must abide by the principles and must abide by the principles.

Vincent sighed softly.

In addition to Dumbledore, there is actually Grindelwald.

But this old man also sticks to principles. He said he would not leave Nurmengard and he would not leave. Even if he agreed to help, I am afraid he would have to move the entire laboratory into Nurmengard.

"Oh..." Vincent sighed again.

He picked up the teacup and took a sip of the red tea. "Professor, can't you make an exception for once?"

"No." Dumbledore reached out to the plate full of desserts, picked up a sweet scone and tasted it happily.

Vincent cast another look of disdain.

Dumbledore continued to enjoy his dessert as if nothing had happened, but his eyes became meaningful.

Suddenly, he turned to look at the shelf behind him.

Vincent looked puzzled and followed his gaze at the Sorting Hat, which was motionless, as if pretending to be asleep, but also seemed to be really asleep.

"professor?"

"I didn't see anything."

Vincent took a deep breath. Inside the Sorting Hat were two legendary magical equipment: the Sword of Gryffindor and the Locket of Slytherin.

The former is extremely sharp and can render most spells ineffective.

The latter cannot be used alone and must be used in conjunction with the twin snake staff that has a mysterious connection with it to amplify the power of magic. It can even omit the negative emotions and subjective consciousness required for black magic, reaching the level of being able to cast black magic at will.

With the secondary amplification of the locket, Vincent couldn't guarantee that he could cast a weather spell of the same power, but he was confident that it wouldn't be too bad.

In other words, he actually doesn't need help, he can complete the deuterium-tritium experiment that combines magic and technology by himself.

But a new question arises: Dumbledore actually hinted that he could secretly take Slytherin's locket? This is completely inconsistent with Dumbledore's character.

"Ahem—" Vincent coughed lightly, stood up in front of Dumbledore, walked to the shelf and took off the Sorting Hat.

"Oh—it's you, child. We haven't seen each other for a long time."

"Yeah, long time no see, Mr. Hat."

It seemed that the Sorting Hat was pretending to be asleep, so Vincent didn't hesitate and reached out to take out the locket.

"Good night, Mr. Hat."

"Good night, child."

Dumbledore saw the whole process, but he said nothing and just savored the dessert on the plate.

Vincent deliberately waved the locket in front of him and said, "Professor, it's getting late. I won't disturb your rest."

Dumbledore smiled wryly and nodded, "Go."

Vincent put away the locket, went to the window, and jumped onto the invisible Voice of the Night.

A strong whirlwind blew by, and Dumbledore quickly reached out to hold down the small hat on his head that was about to be blown off.

"This kid..." He shook his head helplessly and lowered his head to continue savoring the dessert.

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