Chapter 274 Dumbledore Gets a Kickback!
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Qing Mo Da Xian
The 33rd floor of the Woolworth Building has always been the exclusive hospital for senior ministers.
The hospital that ordinary members or ordinary wizards go to is the Antispa Hospital located in the suburbs of Manhattan.
After arriving at the 33rd floor, Dumbledore accepted a simple inspection by the Aurors, and then walked to Ward 7 where Vincent was.
"Knock Knock-"
"come in."
The moment he appeared, Vincent knew his current weight.
"Professor? When did you come?"
"This morning." Dumbledore glanced at him casually, his eyes pausing on his chest.
"Mom and Dad, I'm hungry."
The Waynes both knew they had something to say.
Cuckoo blinked his eyes wide.
"Little guy, are you hungry too?" Evelyn picked it up, "Professor Dumbledore, do I need to prepare lunch for you?"
"Thank you, Mrs. Wayne." Dumbledore declined the offer.
When both she and Eric had left the ward, he first took out the Elder Wand and waved it around.
"How is he doing?"
"Better than expected."
Vincent's description was spot on.
The daily life of the retired Dark Lord is realistically depicted.
"His taste has always been good." Dumbledore chuckled, "but I still have a hard time imagining him in white robes."
After chatting for a while, he put his gaze on the chest that emitted the black magic aura.
"Although it's very weak, I know it's his curse, and it's an unforgivable curse."
"Professor, it's the Killing Curse."
Vincent looked very calm, "I am a little wizard who can survive under the killing curse of two Dark Lords, although the price is a bit high."
Dumbledore came to the bed and sat down, "It turns out that his research on the dark arts has reached this level.
Just let the soul leave the body, just the limit you can bear. "
He just glanced briefly, as if he had guessed the intention of the Killing Curse.
Vincent, who used magic in a soul state, not only realized the feeling of casting spells without a staff, but also had a slight change in the breath of mana.
"Professor, I suddenly thought of a question!"
Vincent recalls a near-death experience.
The will of the universe in the dark space seems to be easy to speak, but it is impossible to come back in the same way.
So why is Voldemort still alive in a spirit-like state?
Dumbledore's face was a little stunned.
It may have been the first time 12 years ago, but He can take souls by force.
No matter how strong the magic power is, wandering outside will eventually return to the place where it should go.
"He reminded me," said Dumbledore to himself. "Of course, it may be a coincidence—but it is very likely."
Vincent was a little confused, "Professor, what are you talking about?"
"The secret that Tom is still alive."
He wanted to continue asking, but Dumbledore didn't reveal anything.
"Stinger—" After muttering, he turned his face to the window.
Dumbledore couldn't help but smile, "It's just a possibility now, and I will satisfy your curiosity after I confirm it."
Vincent turned his face back, "Professor, can I learn to Apparate now?"
"Oh—this is a sixth grade class."
"I have basically mastered the silent spell in the fifth grade, and I just need more practice to cast spells without a wand that graduates may not know."
"Wait until you fully recover." Dumbledore gave a blank check.
What is recovery and what is perfection?
The translation means that you don't want to think, but the smiling principal across the way.
The flat-mouthed Vincent simply picked up the letter he received some time ago.
The first is the Hogwarts book list.
[Standard Spells, Level [-] by Miranda Gosack
Breaking with the Ghost by Gilderoy Lockhart
Walking with Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart
Holidays with Hags by Gilderoy Lockhart
Walking with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart
Sailing With the Vampire by Gilderoy Lockhart
Wandering with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart
A Year with the Snowman by Gilderoy Lockhart]
Vincent rolled his eyes at Dumbledore, "Professor, how much kickback did you get?"
"Oh—can I say I forgot about it?"
He doesn't believe in a single punctuation mark.
Lockhart obviously wanted to sell these books to Hogwarts students in his capacity as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
He has already thought up the new book for next year, it is called "A Year with Hogwarts Students".
The following year, Living with the Curse in Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Feeling inexplicably chilled, Vincent opened the second letter.
This is a letter from Fred and George the day before yesterday, inviting him to go shopping for school supplies in Diagon Alley next Wednesday.
The third was from Harry, and in addition to thanking him for the birthday present, mentioned recent events with the Dursleys.
The first half was fine, but the second half was a bit weird.
The homework is missing, and the wand always floats on its own.
The next letter was still Harry's.
He said he went back to the Burrow because he found out it was a house-elf.
He ruined the business of Vernon and the Masons, and always played tricks on the Dursleys for no apparent reason.
To avoid further misunderstandings, he decided to spend the rest of his vacation at the Burrow.
"Professor, do you know about this?"
Dumbledore shook his head, "House-elves will not take the initiative to do things that hurt wizards, this is a mark engraved deep in their souls."
"That's what someone ordered." Vincent folded the two letters neatly.
No matter what Weasley said, he was one of the 28 sacred families.
They don't even have house elves, so the immoral thing of having a son without an asshole is probably not done by some extreme pure-blooded men.
The next letter was from Hermione.
She said that she had completed the second grade courses by herself, and also promised to go to Diagon Alley with Fred and the others.
"Hmm—" Vincent was silent for a moment, and then stuffed the letter back into the envelope.
Of course he knew that this was a low-level hint.
I guess I saw the reports from North America, and I can't wait to know the inside story.
When the letter was almost finished, Eric and Evelyn just returned.
The most common food in America besides hamburgers is fried chicken.
But this is New York, Manhattan where the rich live.
This lunch is just one word, expensive!
Fortunately, the Magic Congress reimbursed him.
When Vincent was enjoying the food, he deliberately expressed various surprises.
Dumbledore almost lost his grip.
When the last bite of pudding was eaten by Gu Gu, his expression was despair.
"Professor, I will feel embarrassed if you look at me like that."
"I'm pretty sure there's nothing wrong with my eyesight."
Dumbledore, who had a half-smile, looked at Vincent with horror.
If he could do it all over again, he would definitely eat that pudding himself.
……
……
The hospital that ordinary members or ordinary wizards go to is the Antispa Hospital located in the suburbs of Manhattan.
After arriving at the 33rd floor, Dumbledore accepted a simple inspection by the Aurors, and then walked to Ward 7 where Vincent was.
"Knock Knock-"
"come in."
The moment he appeared, Vincent knew his current weight.
"Professor? When did you come?"
"This morning." Dumbledore glanced at him casually, his eyes pausing on his chest.
"Mom and Dad, I'm hungry."
The Waynes both knew they had something to say.
Cuckoo blinked his eyes wide.
"Little guy, are you hungry too?" Evelyn picked it up, "Professor Dumbledore, do I need to prepare lunch for you?"
"Thank you, Mrs. Wayne." Dumbledore declined the offer.
When both she and Eric had left the ward, he first took out the Elder Wand and waved it around.
"How is he doing?"
"Better than expected."
Vincent's description was spot on.
The daily life of the retired Dark Lord is realistically depicted.
"His taste has always been good." Dumbledore chuckled, "but I still have a hard time imagining him in white robes."
After chatting for a while, he put his gaze on the chest that emitted the black magic aura.
"Although it's very weak, I know it's his curse, and it's an unforgivable curse."
"Professor, it's the Killing Curse."
Vincent looked very calm, "I am a little wizard who can survive under the killing curse of two Dark Lords, although the price is a bit high."
Dumbledore came to the bed and sat down, "It turns out that his research on the dark arts has reached this level.
Just let the soul leave the body, just the limit you can bear. "
He just glanced briefly, as if he had guessed the intention of the Killing Curse.
Vincent, who used magic in a soul state, not only realized the feeling of casting spells without a staff, but also had a slight change in the breath of mana.
"Professor, I suddenly thought of a question!"
Vincent recalls a near-death experience.
The will of the universe in the dark space seems to be easy to speak, but it is impossible to come back in the same way.
So why is Voldemort still alive in a spirit-like state?
Dumbledore's face was a little stunned.
It may have been the first time 12 years ago, but He can take souls by force.
No matter how strong the magic power is, wandering outside will eventually return to the place where it should go.
"He reminded me," said Dumbledore to himself. "Of course, it may be a coincidence—but it is very likely."
Vincent was a little confused, "Professor, what are you talking about?"
"The secret that Tom is still alive."
He wanted to continue asking, but Dumbledore didn't reveal anything.
"Stinger—" After muttering, he turned his face to the window.
Dumbledore couldn't help but smile, "It's just a possibility now, and I will satisfy your curiosity after I confirm it."
Vincent turned his face back, "Professor, can I learn to Apparate now?"
"Oh—this is a sixth grade class."
"I have basically mastered the silent spell in the fifth grade, and I just need more practice to cast spells without a wand that graduates may not know."
"Wait until you fully recover." Dumbledore gave a blank check.
What is recovery and what is perfection?
The translation means that you don't want to think, but the smiling principal across the way.
The flat-mouthed Vincent simply picked up the letter he received some time ago.
The first is the Hogwarts book list.
[Standard Spells, Level [-] by Miranda Gosack
Breaking with the Ghost by Gilderoy Lockhart
Walking with Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart
Holidays with Hags by Gilderoy Lockhart
Walking with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart
Sailing With the Vampire by Gilderoy Lockhart
Wandering with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart
A Year with the Snowman by Gilderoy Lockhart]
Vincent rolled his eyes at Dumbledore, "Professor, how much kickback did you get?"
"Oh—can I say I forgot about it?"
He doesn't believe in a single punctuation mark.
Lockhart obviously wanted to sell these books to Hogwarts students in his capacity as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
He has already thought up the new book for next year, it is called "A Year with Hogwarts Students".
The following year, Living with the Curse in Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Feeling inexplicably chilled, Vincent opened the second letter.
This is a letter from Fred and George the day before yesterday, inviting him to go shopping for school supplies in Diagon Alley next Wednesday.
The third was from Harry, and in addition to thanking him for the birthday present, mentioned recent events with the Dursleys.
The first half was fine, but the second half was a bit weird.
The homework is missing, and the wand always floats on its own.
The next letter was still Harry's.
He said he went back to the Burrow because he found out it was a house-elf.
He ruined the business of Vernon and the Masons, and always played tricks on the Dursleys for no apparent reason.
To avoid further misunderstandings, he decided to spend the rest of his vacation at the Burrow.
"Professor, do you know about this?"
Dumbledore shook his head, "House-elves will not take the initiative to do things that hurt wizards, this is a mark engraved deep in their souls."
"That's what someone ordered." Vincent folded the two letters neatly.
No matter what Weasley said, he was one of the 28 sacred families.
They don't even have house elves, so the immoral thing of having a son without an asshole is probably not done by some extreme pure-blooded men.
The next letter was from Hermione.
She said that she had completed the second grade courses by herself, and also promised to go to Diagon Alley with Fred and the others.
"Hmm—" Vincent was silent for a moment, and then stuffed the letter back into the envelope.
Of course he knew that this was a low-level hint.
I guess I saw the reports from North America, and I can't wait to know the inside story.
When the letter was almost finished, Eric and Evelyn just returned.
The most common food in America besides hamburgers is fried chicken.
But this is New York, Manhattan where the rich live.
This lunch is just one word, expensive!
Fortunately, the Magic Congress reimbursed him.
When Vincent was enjoying the food, he deliberately expressed various surprises.
Dumbledore almost lost his grip.
When the last bite of pudding was eaten by Gu Gu, his expression was despair.
"Professor, I will feel embarrassed if you look at me like that."
"I'm pretty sure there's nothing wrong with my eyesight."
Dumbledore, who had a half-smile, looked at Vincent with horror.
If he could do it all over again, he would definitely eat that pudding himself.
……
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