Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

The image of myself sticking my butt up and holding a magic wand to catch bees and candies all over the world cannot be...

All in all, this jar of candy looks and tastes good.

very energetic.

"I knocked."

Severus Snape spoke in short, slow sentences.

The man gathered up the large sleeves of his black robe and walked to the desk - after removing some unimportant documents, he saw that the bottles and jars were filled with sugar and biscuits that were sweeter than sugar.

Sometimes he really didn't know what the old principal did in his office every day.

"I think I have some serious business to attend to." The old man winked playfully and motioned for Snape to sit opposite him. "Would you like something to drink? The little Gryffindor guys haven't had an easy time lately. They're all saying privately that you've been defrauded of your family fortune."

Severus Snape listened expressionlessly, his chiseled face as pale and cold as ever.

"Well... milk?" The old man teased, not wanting an answer: "Maybe some sparkling water, the kind that bubbles in your mouth?"

"I recently asked someone to buy a few barrels of Lava Hot Strip Whiskey, would you like to--"

The man who could no longer bear it moved his mouth and said, "Tea."

Oh, thanks for your answer.

The old man smiled and snapped his fingers. The next second, a set of tea sets and a pot of steaming tea appeared on the table.

"Try it. You have to drink it slowly to experience the oriental pleasure... Yes, let it swirl around on your tongue and in your mouth for a few more times."

Before Severus Snape came, he had expected to listen to his endless ramblings, the only thing he didn't expect was that he was so interested today.

"It seems that you have a deep misunderstanding of me."

Snape glanced at the teacup grimly: "The premise of misunderstanding...is to understand Dumbledore."

The old man still had that smiling face. He poured two cups of tea himself, picked up his own cup, and sniffed the tea with his big nose - very untasteful.

"I just like the steps before drinking, the smell of hot strong tea..."

Snape didn't move, staring gloomily at the white mist rising before his eyes.

"Don't you want to try it?"

Severus Snape stretched his thin hand out from his black robe and placed it on the table, but he still did not touch the cup of tea.

"You should find someone who enjoys your hobby. I think... Professor McGonagall is a good choice, Dumbledore."

"You called her Minerva the day before yesterday. How sad..." Dumbledore's eyes wrinkled with laughter: "Let me guess... because of the rumors about Gryffindor, right? Minerva was unable to stop it in time-"

"If Ms. Minerva McGonagall's 'please don't say that' can be considered as 'stopping'." Snape sneered and knocked on the table: "You don't seem to understand the character of those solid-headed children in Gryffindor, Dumbledore."

They just screw everything up and then brag to everyone about how exciting the adventure they just had was.

"I guess you included me in this on purpose." Dumbledore smiled bitterly. He was from Gryffindor, so he certainly knew what those kids were like in private - not to mention Severus.

"Let's talk about something pleasant." The old principal put down his teacup, took out a tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth carefully: "Something that makes people happy."

"For example, cancel...Gryffindor...house." Snape said slowly: "Or, expel all those lovely children who are full of energy but never use their brains to study... Although, I personally think that their brains are not much bigger than the teacup in front of you."

Dumbledore had long been accustomed to the style of the man in front of him. He looked around his office thoughtfully - in addition to the large table that had been with him for a long time, some silverware, a pensive basin, and paintings on the wall that were muttering, there were also bookshelves that surrounded and fitted the circular building.

Full of books.

Time flies by so fast…

"A big deal, Professor."

Dumbledore looked at the pets perched on the shelf behind the door and said softly, "It's something very important. I need your help."

Snape moved his fingers to indicate that he was listening.

"I think you should know about the creature that called itself 'Tomie Kawakami' that was recorded in the Ministry of Magic files."

"I know more, for example: you have informed Cyclops and the others to deal with this matter." Snape tapped the table impatiently, "If you are worried, you should go and see for yourself. I don't think those three idiots who only know how to wave wands can deal with the creature in the record - if she is really as terrible and highly evolved as recorded, you should take it seriously, Dumbledore."

The old man turned his gaze back to Snape's face.

"I take it very seriously, but now, there is something more important." Dumbledore pinched the frame of his glasses and lifted them up, recalling his experience many years ago: "Let me think... I remember, it should be Cairo, a ship sailing from near Cairo..."

He thought of the girl in his memory who was so graceful and beautiful.

Snape had a strange expression on his face, as if to say, 'Has this old guy finally gone crazy?'

"Can't I use my personal time to travel around the world?"

Dumbledore smacked his lips. He felt that talking about the past while just drinking tea was a bit dry.

"I don't mind if you eat something." Snape glanced at the beeswax flying around in the glass jar, and stared at Dumbledore's hand that was about to reach out: "...at least before I leave, please. Don't... open it."

The old principal's eyebrows drooped and he reluctantly put his hands back into his sleeves.

"Sweet foods make you happy, Severus, you should try it."

No need.

What would make him happy was simple: just put those troublemakers from Gryffindor into this glass jar.

Chapter 68 Memories of the Great Ones and Wizards

"Their principal doesn't eat people."

Dumbledore flicked the jar, and the yellow candy inside screamed and flew even more happily. "Let's talk about business."

Severus Snape straightened his robes. "It will look as if I have been interrupting."

"Find me someone."

Dumbledore's deep blue eyes finally showed seriousness: "Find a girl, her name is -"

"Mori Tsukisa."

Snape gestured for him to proceed.

"Speaking of which, this is related to you as well. I heard that she has been hanging out with that kid recently." As he spoke, Dumbledore noticed that the man's sitting posture had changed - his expression became more tense, and a deep vertical crack appeared on his forehead.

"Harry… Potter."

He uttered a name with difficulty.

"Well... don't worry. We are acquaintances now. Besides, you have to believe in the charm of that child. After all..." Dumbledore asked tentatively: "Well, is it still the same as before?"

Without explaining, Snape pulled out his wand from his robes and waved it over the two men's heads.

Silver mist gushed out from the tip of the staff and condensed into a doe in mid-air. It circled around the two ignorant men who were staring at it eagerly, jumped happily for a few times, and acted cute enough before slowly returning to the form of silver mist and disappearing in mid-air.

Dumbledore bowed his head and remained silent for a moment.

"Still..." he said, "Nothing has changed."

Never.

“It has never changed.”

A punning word.

No matter how many years have passed, the shadow of the little red-haired witch will always live in the memory of the pale and gloomy boy.

She was the only reason he could cast the Expecto Patronum.

Dumbledore didn't want to further provoke this poor and hateful man.

He put on his glasses and continued the previous topic: "... after finding Mori Yuesha, bring my regards. Most importantly, ask about the solution to "Kawakami Tomie". Our methods are not enough to seal it permanently - if there is any mistake, the magic world will have no chance to make up for it. "

"If we really wait for those 'wise' gentlemen in the Ministry of Magic to react, it will be too late."

Surprise flashed across Snape's stiff face.

It was the first time he had ever heard such words from Dumbledore's mouth - and he was Albus Dumbledore.

"To be precise, it's Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore." The old man blinked, "Believe me, Severus, you will understand when you see her. He is worth my greatest price to seek help - assuming she is willing, and can even solve the most troublesome problem we have been having."

That good student of mine who is not completely dead.

"You mean, there is a witch in this world... who is more powerful than you and younger than you."

Snape seemed to be listening to a fairy tale, with a mocking look on his face unconsciously: "Then, this great witch actually hid herself very well in the previous battle and was not famous at all - she neither joined the black nor paid attention to the white. Next, you won't tell me that she is from another world?"

Ok…

That's right.

"I'll ask Pomona if there's a hyssop plant missing from her herb shop."

Belladonna, the leaves are poisonous and can cause palpitations, hallucinations, and even mental confusion.

Snape, are you calling me crazy?

"I hope not."

Dumbledore smiled indifferently: "I met her in Cairo decades ago. Before she disappeared... she was about fifteen or sixteen years old." The old man tapped the blue porcelain plate with his nails, and the teapot began to bubble and smoke: "I like to drink hot... now, just a few days ago."

"The people I arranged found her trace."

"She still looks fifteen or sixteen."

"Severus, can you explain how a person can achieve immortality without the Philosopher's Stone?" Dumbledore stroked the rim of the cup in a trance: "What's more, she once defeated me head-on when I was young..."

Albus Dumbledore in his prime.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you."

"You heard me, Severus." The old man pulled his ears up and down in a childish manner. "It took her less than twenty seconds to defeat me. I'm not sure she can shorten this time."

Dumbledore wouldn't joke about this sort of thing. Even if it sounded like a joke.

Snape held his breath and said in a very light voice: "From another world..."

"She calls herself a 'traveler,'" the old man thought for a moment. "If she hadn't suddenly appeared in Little Whinging, approached Harley, and set off the 'alarm,' I wouldn't have discovered her until now."

That wasn't what Snape was thinking about.

An extremely powerful wizard would most likely make the choice of most pure-bloods.

Back then, a large number of wizards, including him, were like this.

"...Wizard? No, of course not." Dumbledore laughed: "I didn't say she was a wizard. Leaning towards that person...? As far as I know...well, it shouldn't happen."

From what he could judge, Mori Yuesa seemed to only like interesting things and didn't like trouble.

An overambitious organization is trouble.

"You are abnormally optimistic, Dumbledore." Snape replied nonchalantly: "It is best for you to go."

"Yes, but you will have to postpone meeting certain people - Severus, are you sure?"

The old man's teasing look made the man feel even colder.

Harry… Potter.

He likes first names, he hates last names.

In Severus Snape's view, leaving this child in a place made up of pigs and Muggles that even slugs disliked was a betrayal of talent and sacrifice.

"You know, only there can protect her." Dumbledore pushed the half-moon frame, wisdom flashing in his lake blue eyes: "We rely on... Lily's... magic. As long as she still regards it as her home."

Snape retorted: "If I'm not deaf, you just said that she hasn't been back to the pigsty for a long time. Are you sure that a ten-year-old child would have such a deep obsession with 'home' as you do?"

No, Snape, I'm not sure.

Dumbledore didn't want to use such abstruse and confusing nonsense to deceive the man, but that was the fact.

"Believe me, Severus, staying with Mori Yuesha is much safer than that spell - as long as you are with Mori Yuesha, nothing in this world can hurt Harry..."

Except for Mori Yuesa herself.

"I really want to meet the great man you mentioned." Of course Snape didn't believe what the old guy said.

Wizards, the world's top power.

Dumbledore is currently the most powerful white magician in the wizarding world.

After so many years, apart from the four founders of Hogwarts, there have been only two guys who can burn down cities and destroy lands by themselves.