Chapter 935 Unbelievable

  In the morning, Dumbledore sat at his desk, picked up a cup of steaming morning tea, took a sip, and felt the strong tea flavor blooming on the tip of his tongue, his facial muscles shrunk into a ball.

  His gaze fell on the parchment on the table, and after taking another sip of strong tea, he put down the teacup in disgust, his slightly tired eyes finally regained their usual shrewdness.

   "What a strange thing, you actually drink strong tea early in the morning?" A lazy mocking voice came from the portrait on the right.

  Dumbledore didn't care about Phineas' ridicule at all, and said to himself: "To be honest, for an old man who has lived for a century and often suffers from insomnia, getting up early is not an easy task."

   "It seems that there are important guests this morning?" asked the old witch with curly silver hair.

"a student."

"It really surprised me, let me guess which student could be received so solemnly by the famous Albus Dumbledore?" Phineas, who was wearing a nightgown, said in a very exaggerated tone: "Isn't it Your precious savior Harry Potter? Or that greedy brat named Albert Anderson."

   "Come on, Phineas." The big fat wizard with a red nose yawned and said, "I remember you respectfully called him Mr. Anderson last time."

  Dumbledore didn't pay attention to the daily communication between the portraits of the successive principals, and his eyes fell on the parchment again. The sender was Albert Anderson, and the other party wanted to visit at nine o'clock in the morning on weekends.

  In Dumbledore's impression, Mr. Anderson obviously would not come to see him if he had nothing to do. More often, he would invite the other party to come over for tea. Now that the other party actually came to visit him on his own initiative, it was obvious that something important happened.

   Dumbledore didn't have to wait too long, and the oak door of the principal's room was knocked on time.

   "Come in." Dumbledore raised his voice slightly.

   "Good morning, Professor Dumbledore." Albert pushed open the door and walked into the principal's office.

   "Ah, good morning, Mr. Anderson, please sit down, what do you want to drink." Dumbledore asked with a smile, completely gone from the fatigue just now.

   "A cup of black tea, thank you."

  Albert reached out to take the steaming black tea that Dumbledore conjured out of thin air, took a sip, and said straight to the point: "My instinct tells me that the third item of the Triwizard Tournament is very dangerous."

  Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't speak, but listened quietly to Albert's continuation.

  The portraits in the principal's office who were pretending to be asleep also pricked up their ears to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two.

"You know, I can do divination, and I trust my intuition more in certain things." Albert looked up at Dumbledore and said calmly, "This Triwizard Tournament is very abnormal. The fourth warrior, although the game has not had any accidents so far, it also means that the biggest accident will go wrong during the third event."

   "You predicted that something bad would happen to the third project?" Dumbledore thought about his words.

"This is an 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, so I come to Looking for you."

   "Honestly, this really surprised me." Dumbledore was a little surprised, and asked tentatively, "Have you tried divination?"

   "I didn't dare to try divination." Albert said softly, "Some things will become very bad once the results of divination come out."

   "You feel that your life is threatened, so you ran over to ask Dumbledore for help?" Phineas' lazily voice came from the portrait.

   "I don't know when you lost the most basic manners, Phineas." A shrewd-eyed witch raised an extremely thick wand and said.

   "You can think of it this way, after all, my wonderful life has just begun," Albert said calmly, not caring about Phineas' sarcasm, "There is absolutely no need to lose your life for a championship."

   "Since when did Gryffindor get involved with caution?" Phineas evaded the witch's wand and continued to taunt.

   "Being cautious can make me live longer, and this has nothing to do with the academy, it's just a matter of personality." Albert looked at Phineas who was being chased by the witch with great interest.

   "The Triwizard Tournament cannot be cancelled."

Dumbledore thought carefully about the meaning of Albert's words. He actually didn't suspect that Albert was lying, because Nicole Flamel could also detect the crisis before it came, and he didn't dare to predict it, he was more worried about divination to his own death.

   This can't even be described as bad.

   "I need to strengthen my own strength." Albert showed his cards decisively, "I want to learn from you combat skills, experience and combat skills in dealing with dark wizards."

   "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 for this matter.

"I have indeed mastered a lot of magic, and I think my strength is not bad, but knowing magic and being able to use magic flexibly to fight are two different things." Albert looked at the old man in front of him, and faced up to his own shortcomings: "Inexperienced due to youth It is my biggest problem at present, which prevents me from fully displaying my ability, and going to the battlefield without experience is irresponsible for my own life.”

   "The battlefield? I think you are taking this matter too seriously, Mr. Anderson." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Is it serious? I don't think so." Albert said while drinking black tea, "I never thought that the third event of the Triwizard Tournament could pose a threat to me. Competition items, even if it is dangerous, otherwise the other warriors would have died long ago."

"However, I now have a premonition that the third project will bring me life-threatening. It may only be due to other external factors. This matter is actually not difficult to guess. The reason must be related to Harry Potter becoming the fourth. The matter related to the Warriors and Potter will definitely involve the Mysterious Man, I think the threat this time should come from the Mysterious Man and his minions."

   "I don't think Voldemort is so stupid as to break into Hogwarts by himself." Dumbledore shook his head.

   Albert looked at the old man in front of him calmly, feeling a little unhappy in his heart. When talking to smart people, sometimes you don't need to beat around the bush, unless you treat others as fools.

   Don't you know that it can't be Voldemort?

  Dumbledore's meaning is already obvious. Although he didn't report any expectations from the beginning, he still feels a little regretful. Mr. Principal is as big a treasure trove as Voldemort. If he is willing to teach himself, he will definitely make rapid progress.

Pity.

   "Mysterious man naturally dare not go to Hogwarts. As we all know, mysterious man is afraid of you."

   "You flatter me too much." Dumbledore said calmly.

   "No, this is not flattery. As the most powerful wizard in the magic world, your strength is beyond doubt." Albert finished drinking the black tea in his cup, got up and said, "Excuse me, I wish you a happy weekend."

"Why don't you go to Professor Moody? I think he is more suitable to teach you fighting skills. That's Auror's job." Dumbledore asked when Albert was about to open the door and leave, "I miss you Should be clear about Professor Moody."

   "Professor Moody is indeed a good choice, but... I don't trust him." Albert closed the door of the principal's office with his backhand.

"It's not very wise of you Dumbledore to do this!" Phineas stared at the direction where Albert was leaving, then looked at Dumbledore who was drinking strong tea and said, "I dare say that kid will definitely hate you. "

   "Mr. Anderson is not as stingy as you think." Dumbledore said calmly.

"Actually, I don't understand why you refused. That guy insists on giving as much as he gets." The expression on Phineas' face became more and more strange, "I know this from the boy, as long as you are willing Teach him some fighting skills, and that kid will definitely be willing to repay you."

   Dumbledore didn't speak, and didn't know what he was thinking.

   "I just don't want to hurt him."

   "Kill him?" Phineas deliberately elongated his tone, "It's really hypocritical..."

   "Shut up Phineas, Dumbledore has his own considerations." The witch raised an extremely thick wand and slammed it on Phineas's head, causing him to stretch out his hands to cover his head in pain.

   "You are so interested in Mr. Anderson." The red-nosed wizard felt that this was abnormal.

"That guy will get a seat in the Wizengamot soon." Phineas rubbed his head and said, "Anderson is indeed an amazing guy, even Dumbledore couldn't do it at his age, and, That guy even helped my unlucky great-great-grandson."

   "It really looks like Slytherin." The witch sneered.

"Don't you think that if you rejected him, that guy won't find someone else to teach him fighting skills?" Phineas didn't care about what the witch said, he felt that Dumbledore was really stupid, a genius like Albert , there is no doubt that you should win over, and the other party gives you a chance, but you yourself are not sure, is this not being confused?

   "I'm not suitable to teach him." Dumbledore said shaking his head.

   "You are not suitable, who is suitable, that Moody who likes to catch dark wizards?" Phineas asked with raised eyebrows.

   "Yes, Alastor is more suitable."

   "True hypocrisy."

  Phineas didn't bother to say any more, and went back to sleep by himself.

   This is not an excuse, Dumbledore's fighting style is not suitable for Albert, at most he can only teach some magic that Albert does not understand. As a former Auror, Alastor, who had experienced many battles, seemed more suitable for Dumbledore to teach Albert. However, what he got from Albert in the end was: I don't believe him.

  Actually, Dumbledore overlooked one thing. How could Albert not have considered Alastor Moody, the old Auror?

  Dumbledore got up and walked to the fireplace, sprinkled a pinch of floo powder, and said to the rising flames, "Severus, please come to my office."

   A few minutes later, the Potions professor walked into the headmaster's office from the green flame rising from the fireplace, with a troubled brow.

"What's up?"

"Mr. Albert feels that the third project may have an accident that threatens his life." Dumbledore said directly to Snape, "He hopes that I can teach him fighting skills, but I am not suitable, you know I'm already a..."

   "There's still potion boiling in my cauldron, so you'd better make a long story short." Snape interrupted impatiently.

   "I hope you can teach Mr. Anderson fighting skills. You know, he is too young and has little experience in this area." Dumbledore explained to the Potions Professor.

   "That guy doesn't need to be taught at all." Although Snape didn't like Albert, he still had a high opinion of Albert.

   "He lacks experience in dueling wizards."

   "Then you should let him go to that old fellow Moody, he is more suitable." Snape was about to go back and continue brewing the medicine.

   "He doesn't believe in Alastor." Dumbledore said helplessly.

  Snape's face trembled slightly, and he repeated softly: "Don't believe it?"

   "Yes, he doesn't believe in Alastor." Dumbledore said helplessly.

   "Perhaps, he also thinks the old fellow Moody is suspicious." Snape twitched his lips, in a good mood.

   "How is it?" Dumbledore asked, "I think with Anderson's talent, it shouldn't take up too much of your time."

   "I can't guarantee how much Gryffindor's troll head can learn, even if he's the smarter of the trolls." Snape finally agreed to the matter.

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