Chapter 933: distrust
In the morning, Dumbledore sat at his desk, took 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 tremble slightly. His eyes fell on the parchment paper on the table, and he took another sip of strong tea, so that his tired eyes finally returned to their previous shrewdness.
"What a weird thing, you actually drink strong tea early in the morning?" A lazy mockery came from the right, "A cup of milk tea with plenty of honey is more suitable for you!"
"I need to keep my brain awake." Dumbledore paid no attention to Phineas' mockery. "To be honest, it is not easy to wake up early for an old man who has lived for a century and often suffers from insomnia."
"It seems that you have a guest this morning." The old curly witch said gently.
"a student."
"It really surprised me, let me guess which student was able to receive the famous Albus Dumbledore so solemnly?" Phineas in his nightgown said in an exaggerated tone: "I guess not. Harry Potter, your precious savior, is that greedy kid named Albert Anderson."
"Come on, Phineas." The big red-nosed wizard yawned and said, "I remember you respected Mr. Anderson last time."
Dumbledore did not pay attention to the daily communication between the portraits of the principals of the past generations, and couldn't help but fall on the parchment. The sender was Albert Anderson, and the content was probably that the other party wanted to visit him in the morning on the weekend.
In Dumbledore’s impression, this Mr. Anderson would obviously not come to him without problems, more often he invited the other party over for tea, and now the other party actually voluntarily came to visit him. Obviously something happened.
Dumbledore didn't wait long when the oak door of the principal's office was knocked on time.
"Please come in." Dumbledore raised his voice slightly.
"Good morning, Professor Dumbledore." Albert opened 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 out and took the steaming black tea that Dumbledore had turned out of thin air. After taking a sip, he said straightforwardly: "My instinct tells me that the third item will be dangerous."
Dumbledore did not speak, and listened quietly to Albert. The portraits in the principal's office pretending to be asleep also pricked their ears to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two.
"You know, I know how to fortune telling. In certain things, I believe my feelings more." Albert looked up at Dumbledore and continued, "This Triwizard Tournament is very abnormal, and I actually appeared in fourth place. Warriors, although there have been no accidents in the game so far, it also means that the biggest accident is in the third event."
"Do you think something bad will happen in the third project?" Dumbledore asked tentatively
"This is the inevitable result, I think 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, and even endanger my life."
"To be honest, this surprised me." Dumbledore was a little surprised.
"You feel that your life is threatened, run over to Dumbledore for help?" Phineas lazily voice came from the portrait.
"I don't know when you lost the most basic courtesy, Phineas." A savvy witch raised a very thick wand.
"You can think that, after all, a great life has just begun," Albert didn't care about Phineas' sarcasm, and said calmly, "There is no need to lose his life just to be a champion."
"When did Gryffindor get involved with Caution?" Phineas said, avoiding the wand that was waved.
"Prudence can make me live longer, and it has nothing to do with the academy. It has nothing to do with personality." Albert looked at Phineas who was chased by the witch and fled around.
"The Triwizard Tournament cannot be cancelled."
Dumbledore thought about what Albert had just said. He didn't actually suspect that Albert was lying, because Nicol LeMay could also detect before the crisis came.
"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 the dark wizard."
"As far as I know, you are already quite good at this." Dumbledore did not immediately refuse, but was surprised that Albert would find himself because of this.
"I do have a lot of magic, and I think my strength is pretty good, but knowing magic and knowing how to use combat flexibly are two different things." Albert looked at the old man in front of him and said calmly, "I am the one who has insufficient experience due to my youth. The biggest problem now is that I can't actually fully display my abilities. Moreover, going to the battlefield without experience is irresponsible for my life."
"Battlefield? I think you took this too seriously, Mr. Anderson." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Is it serious? I don't think it." Albert drank black tea and said indifferently, "I never thought that the third event of the Triwizard Tournament could pose a threat to me. The event is just The competition, even if it is in danger, is the same, otherwise the other warriors would have died early."
"And I actually had a foreboding that the third project would threaten my life. It was only due to other factors. It's not hard to guess, it must have something to do with Potter becoming a warrior, and something about Potter. The mysterious person will definitely be implicated. I think this time the threat should come from the mysterious person and his minions."
"I don't think Voldemort would be so stupid that he broke into Hogwarts." Dumbledore shook his head.
Albert looked at the old man calmly, feeling a little unhappy, because when talking to smart people, sometimes you don’t need to turn around, unless you treat others as fools.
Don’t you know that it’s impossible to be Voldemort?
Dumbledore’s meaning is already obvious. Although he did not report any expectations from the beginning, he still agreed: "The mysterious man naturally dare not run to Hogwarts. As we all know, the mysterious man is afraid of you."
"You exalt me too much." Dumbledore said calmly.
"No, this is not an exaltation. As the most powerful wizard in the magical world, your strength and experience are beyond doubt." Albert picked up his teacup and drank the black tea in the cup, stood up and said, "Excuse me, I wish you a happy weekend. ,professor."
"Why not go to Professor Moody? I think he is more suitable for teaching you fighting skills. That is the job of Auror." Dumbledore asked when Albert opened the door and was about to leave, "I miss you It should be clear about Professor Moody's."
"Professor Moody is indeed a good choice, but...I don't believe him." Albert backhanded and closed the principal's office door.
"You are not wise to do this Dumbledore!" Phineas looked at Albert's leaving back, then looked at Dumbledore who was drinking tea and said, "I dare you to say that kid will hate you."
"He is not as stingy as you think." Dumbledore said calmly.
"Actually, I don't understand why you refused. What that guy pursues is how much you give and how much you get." The expression on Phineas's face became more and more weird, "It's clear from my contact with that kid, as long as If you are willing to teach him some fighting skills, that kid will definitely return you."
Dumbledore didn't speak, and didn't know what he was thinking about.
"I just don't want to hurt him."
"Hurt him?" Phineas deliberately stretched his tone, "hypocritical..."
"Shut up Phineas, Dumbledore has his own consideration." The witch raised a very thick wand and slammed Phineas' head, so pain Phineas stretched out her hands to cover her head.
"You are so concerned about a Muggle-born wizard." The red-nosed wizard thought this was abnormal.
"Muggle wizard, hell, do you really believe that guy is a Muggle wizard?" Phineas rubbed his head and sneered: "You really think that a Muggle wizard can get a Wisengamadi position at that age. ? Even Dumbledore couldn't do it at his age."
The portraits have all noticed something is wrong, this kind of thing is indeed very abnormal, there must be some reason why they don't know.
"You say it yourself, or I let you say it." The witch threatened with waving her wand.
"That guy should be a descendant of the Smith family, and he's still a direct one, so let the Muggle wizard go to hell. This kind of thing will deceive a fool who doesn't know anything. I dare say that Dumbledore must know him. True identity."
After being hit hard, Phineas naturally didn't do nothing. He used his network and finally got some clues.
"Although he doesn't want to admit it, that Anderson is indeed a great guy. Compared to the group of arrogant and arrogant Gryffindor students, he is more like Gryffindor. That guy is very aware of his shortcomings. He evasively admitted his shortcomings, and tried to make up for his shortcomings, instead of being complacent and arrogant because of the current reputation and achievements."
"Do you think you rejected him, that guy wouldn't find someone else to teach him fighting skills?"
From Phineas’s point of view, Dumbledore was confused. A genius like Albert should undoubtedly be wooed. The other party gave the opportunity back. You are not sure of it yourself. What is this not being confused?
Dumbledore looked at Phineas in surprise, wondering why the other party helped Albert speak.
"Is there any problem?" Phineas asked rhetorically.
"No, I just didn't expect you to be so optimistic about him." Dumbledore said differently.
"Don't you think you are optimistic about him?"
"I am actually very optimistic about him, but I am not suitable for teaching him." Dumbledore shook his head.
"You are not suitable, who is suitable, that Moody who likes to catch the dark wizard?" Phineas asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, Alastor is more suitable."
"Excuse." After Phineas finished speaking, he didn't bother to say it again, and went to sleep by himself.
This is not an excuse. As the former Auror, Aristo has experienced a lot of battles, and Dumbledore seems to be more suitable to teach Albert than himself. However, what I got from Albert in the end is: I don't believe him.
Dumbledore overlooked one thing, how could Albert not consider Aristo Moody?
Dumbledore got up and walked to the fireplace, sprinkled a handful 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, his brows filled with irritability.
"Mr. Albert thinks that the third project may have an accident that threatens his life." Dumbledore said to Snape. "He wants me to teach him fighting skills, but I It’s not very suitable, you know I’m already..."
"I still have potions in my cauldron. You'd better make a long story short."
"I hope you teach Anderson fighting skills, you know, he is too young to have much experience in this area."
"That guy himself doesn't need to be taught by anyone. He is very powerful. I suspect that the Auror of the Ministry of Magic is not necessarily his opponent." Although Snape didn't like Albert, he still had a high opinion of Albert. .
"He lacks experience in fighting wizards." Dumbledore reminded him kindly.
"Then you should ask Anderson to find the old Moody guy, he is more suitable." Snape said impatiently.
"He doesn't believe in Moody." Dumbledore said helplessly.
Snape moved his face and said softly, "Don't believe it?"
"Yes, he doesn't believe it." Dumbledore said helplessly.
"Perhaps, he thinks that guy is suspicious." Snape jerked his lips, feeling good.
"How is it?" Dumbledore asked, "I think with Mr. Anderson's talent, it shouldn't take up much of your time."
"Okay." Snape finally agreed.
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