Chapter 352 The Godfather of Fashion
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Dumbledore seemed to know something, but he didn't mean to say it.
"Professor—professor—"
"Ah—I'm a little distracted."
He smiled apologetically at Vincent, "It's not good to be old. You're either remembering the past or thinking about the future."
"Professor, isn't it now?"
"It's too hard now. When all the problems are solved, I think I can think about now."
"Such as changing your hairstyle?"
Vincent's example made Dumbledore laugh.
Transfiguration has reached his level, and his height and appearance can be changed at will.
The same goes for Tom, who magically transforms his body, allowing his nose and hair to grow back at any time.
"You did a good job this time, kid."
"Hmm." Vincent blinked his big eyes.
Dumbledore got up and went to the shelf, bent down and picked up the Pensieve from underneath.
"Want to see the scene where Tom and I first meet?"
Anyway, I'm free, so let's watch the magic version of the virtual reality movie.
This time Dumbledore appeared on a milk wagon.
He was much older than the last time Nagini had been, with auburn hair and beard.
Vincent sat opposite, pouted at Dumbledore next to him, "Professor, your taste is getting better and better."
"Thank you for your compliment."
Maybe it was because of loneliness, Dumbledore in this period was wearing a very elegant fuchsia velvet suit.
Just looking at the [-]% rate of turning heads of pedestrians, he is really a man who walks on the prostate of fashion.
Following behind this fashion mogul, the two walked through a small alley for a few days, walked through a huge iron gate, and came to a bare yard.
A boxy, gloomy and old-fashioned building attracted Vincent's attention.
"Professor, is Tom an orphan?"
"Yes, in fact, his life experience——" Dumbledore paused, "Actually, he could have gone on another path, as long as I can teach him carefully."
According to the style of the building and the dress of passers-by, this period should be around the 40s.
While dealing with Grindelwald, while taking care of Tom, Vincent found it difficult even for himself.
"Professor, you are not a saint, there is no need to take all the blame on yourself."
Dumbledore froze for a moment, then raised a grateful smile.
"Thanks, maybe when I start thinking about the present, this shadow will completely dissipate."
"There will be such a day, Professor."
The two followed young Dumbledore towards the square building just now.
A moment after knocking, a girl in a scruffy apron opened the door.
"Good afternoon, I have an appointment with Mrs. Cole, is she the manager here?"
"Oh." The girl said with a puzzled face, and looked at his fashionable outfit with sharp eyes.
"Well, please wait a moment—" After making sure it wasn't some bad person, she turned her head and shouted into the room: "Mrs. Cole!"
"Let him in, Sarah!"
Inside is a foyer with black and white tiles.
Although it looks very shabby, it is clean and spotless.
As soon as the young Dumbledore walked in, a skinny woman with a tired and anxious look walked quickly.
She gave some instructions to the other girl, and then her eyes fell on him.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Cole."
Mrs. Cole stared at him dumbfounded.
Facing the fashion atmosphere rushing towards her face, she froze in place.
"I'm Albus Dumbledore." He held out his hand kindly,
"I wrote you a letter asking you to accept my appointment, and you kindly invited me to come today."
Mrs. Cole blinked, as if to make sure that Dumbledore in front of her was not a hallucination.
She braced herself. "Oh—yes, you'd better come to my room."
Vincent held back his laughter the whole time, "Professor, if you go to the Muggle fashion world, you will definitely become a godfather-level figure."
"Very good suggestion." Dumbledore looked down at his sky blue robe, "I am looking forward to this future very much."
After walking into a small room that seemed to be a living room and an office, Vincent stopped boasting.
It was as shabby here as the hall, with outdated furniture that didn't match.
Young Dumbledore sat in a rickety chair, while Mrs Cole sat behind a cluttered desk.
"I have already told you in the letter that I am here to discuss with you about Tom Riddle and arrange a promising future for him."
"Are you his relative?"
"No, I'm a professor." Dumbledore glanced at the foot of the chair, "I'm here to invite him to study at our school."
"What kind of school is this?" Mrs. Cole breathed a sigh of relief.
"The name of the school is Hogwarts."
"Why are you interested in Tom?"
"We think he has some of the traits we're looking for."
"You mean he won a scholarship? How? He never applied."
Dumbledore said slowly: "Oh——from the moment he was born, our school has written his name into the register."
"Who registered for him?" Mrs. Cole looked at him defensively, "His parents?"
There is no doubt that she is a very shrewd, headache-inducing woman.
Dumbledore didn't reject her defenses.
This just shows that she is conscientious and a qualified manager.
From the pocket of his fuchsia velvet suit, he took out a wand that was obviously not made of elderberry, and picked up a blank piece of paper from the table.
"Here, take a look at this and you'll understand everything."
Mrs. Cole's eyes wandered for a moment after the wand was waved.
She immediately focused and looked at the blank paper carefully.
"It's completely in line with the procedure." She returned the blank paper to Dumbledore, her eyes fell on a bottle of gin and two glasses that appeared suddenly,
"May I buy you a gin?" Her voice was especially gentle now.
"thank you very much."
Vincent narrowed his eyes and looked at the two Dumbledores.
Although he has not acted maliciously until now, he still has a feeling of being fooled.
In front of powerful wizards, even fully armed Muggles can only be obedient.
"Professor, the Muggle Protection Act drafted by Mr. Weasley is about to pass?"
"It turned out that there was still some resistance, and the process should be accelerated starting today."
Dumbledore knew what he was thinking.
This law in the name of protection is actually arrogant at its core.
Muggles also have Animal Protection Acts, but never Race Protection Acts.
It's fine if you don't reject suppression, and the "Muggle Protection Act", which is also harmless, may become the fuse to intensify the relationship between the two parties in the future.
……
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"Professor—professor—"
"Ah—I'm a little distracted."
He smiled apologetically at Vincent, "It's not good to be old. You're either remembering the past or thinking about the future."
"Professor, isn't it now?"
"It's too hard now. When all the problems are solved, I think I can think about now."
"Such as changing your hairstyle?"
Vincent's example made Dumbledore laugh.
Transfiguration has reached his level, and his height and appearance can be changed at will.
The same goes for Tom, who magically transforms his body, allowing his nose and hair to grow back at any time.
"You did a good job this time, kid."
"Hmm." Vincent blinked his big eyes.
Dumbledore got up and went to the shelf, bent down and picked up the Pensieve from underneath.
"Want to see the scene where Tom and I first meet?"
Anyway, I'm free, so let's watch the magic version of the virtual reality movie.
This time Dumbledore appeared on a milk wagon.
He was much older than the last time Nagini had been, with auburn hair and beard.
Vincent sat opposite, pouted at Dumbledore next to him, "Professor, your taste is getting better and better."
"Thank you for your compliment."
Maybe it was because of loneliness, Dumbledore in this period was wearing a very elegant fuchsia velvet suit.
Just looking at the [-]% rate of turning heads of pedestrians, he is really a man who walks on the prostate of fashion.
Following behind this fashion mogul, the two walked through a small alley for a few days, walked through a huge iron gate, and came to a bare yard.
A boxy, gloomy and old-fashioned building attracted Vincent's attention.
"Professor, is Tom an orphan?"
"Yes, in fact, his life experience——" Dumbledore paused, "Actually, he could have gone on another path, as long as I can teach him carefully."
According to the style of the building and the dress of passers-by, this period should be around the 40s.
While dealing with Grindelwald, while taking care of Tom, Vincent found it difficult even for himself.
"Professor, you are not a saint, there is no need to take all the blame on yourself."
Dumbledore froze for a moment, then raised a grateful smile.
"Thanks, maybe when I start thinking about the present, this shadow will completely dissipate."
"There will be such a day, Professor."
The two followed young Dumbledore towards the square building just now.
A moment after knocking, a girl in a scruffy apron opened the door.
"Good afternoon, I have an appointment with Mrs. Cole, is she the manager here?"
"Oh." The girl said with a puzzled face, and looked at his fashionable outfit with sharp eyes.
"Well, please wait a moment—" After making sure it wasn't some bad person, she turned her head and shouted into the room: "Mrs. Cole!"
"Let him in, Sarah!"
Inside is a foyer with black and white tiles.
Although it looks very shabby, it is clean and spotless.
As soon as the young Dumbledore walked in, a skinny woman with a tired and anxious look walked quickly.
She gave some instructions to the other girl, and then her eyes fell on him.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Cole."
Mrs. Cole stared at him dumbfounded.
Facing the fashion atmosphere rushing towards her face, she froze in place.
"I'm Albus Dumbledore." He held out his hand kindly,
"I wrote you a letter asking you to accept my appointment, and you kindly invited me to come today."
Mrs. Cole blinked, as if to make sure that Dumbledore in front of her was not a hallucination.
She braced herself. "Oh—yes, you'd better come to my room."
Vincent held back his laughter the whole time, "Professor, if you go to the Muggle fashion world, you will definitely become a godfather-level figure."
"Very good suggestion." Dumbledore looked down at his sky blue robe, "I am looking forward to this future very much."
After walking into a small room that seemed to be a living room and an office, Vincent stopped boasting.
It was as shabby here as the hall, with outdated furniture that didn't match.
Young Dumbledore sat in a rickety chair, while Mrs Cole sat behind a cluttered desk.
"I have already told you in the letter that I am here to discuss with you about Tom Riddle and arrange a promising future for him."
"Are you his relative?"
"No, I'm a professor." Dumbledore glanced at the foot of the chair, "I'm here to invite him to study at our school."
"What kind of school is this?" Mrs. Cole breathed a sigh of relief.
"The name of the school is Hogwarts."
"Why are you interested in Tom?"
"We think he has some of the traits we're looking for."
"You mean he won a scholarship? How? He never applied."
Dumbledore said slowly: "Oh——from the moment he was born, our school has written his name into the register."
"Who registered for him?" Mrs. Cole looked at him defensively, "His parents?"
There is no doubt that she is a very shrewd, headache-inducing woman.
Dumbledore didn't reject her defenses.
This just shows that she is conscientious and a qualified manager.
From the pocket of his fuchsia velvet suit, he took out a wand that was obviously not made of elderberry, and picked up a blank piece of paper from the table.
"Here, take a look at this and you'll understand everything."
Mrs. Cole's eyes wandered for a moment after the wand was waved.
She immediately focused and looked at the blank paper carefully.
"It's completely in line with the procedure." She returned the blank paper to Dumbledore, her eyes fell on a bottle of gin and two glasses that appeared suddenly,
"May I buy you a gin?" Her voice was especially gentle now.
"thank you very much."
Vincent narrowed his eyes and looked at the two Dumbledores.
Although he has not acted maliciously until now, he still has a feeling of being fooled.
In front of powerful wizards, even fully armed Muggles can only be obedient.
"Professor, the Muggle Protection Act drafted by Mr. Weasley is about to pass?"
"It turned out that there was still some resistance, and the process should be accelerated starting today."
Dumbledore knew what he was thinking.
This law in the name of protection is actually arrogant at its core.
Muggles also have Animal Protection Acts, but never Race Protection Acts.
It's fine if you don't reject suppression, and the "Muggle Protection Act", which is also harmless, may become the fuse to intensify the relationship between the two parties in the future.
……
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