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Professor Snape nodded slightly, without saying a word.

In terms of who understands the Dark Lord better, none of those present can rival him.

"Minerva, he's coming back."

Dumbledore and Minerva looked at each other, his aged face serious.

"Who did you say? Wait, you're not talking about...the mysterious person, are you?"

Professor McGonagall was a little confused at first, but she realized what was going on as she spoke, and Dean Cat's eyes widened.

If it's him, then everything makes sense.

The principal's office fell silent.

"But isn't he already dead?"

Professor McGonagall's mouth was dry.

The other two deans were also incredulous.

“Minerva, you know, we all know, he didn’t really die. It was just a rumor spread by the Ministry of Magic.”

"He will come back sooner or later, even though he has been missing for eleven years."

"Dumbledore exclaimed."

Professor McGonagall understood, and she quickly regained her composure.

"Do you need me to do anything?"

Professor McGonagall asked.

"Just like before, we'll protect Hogwarts and our students."

"We've always done it this way, haven't we?"

Dumbledore looked very confident.

"Besides, Luke has already given us the best help; he can't escape this time!"

"Little Luke?"

"I have awakened the power of prophecy."

Faced with the professor's curiosity, Luke calmly explained.

That's right, I am the prophet!

Is there a problem?

If there's a problem, there's no need to wait until tonight is over; we'll immediately determine that you're Voldemort's lackey!

Get ready to enjoy the legendary wizards Grindelwald and Dumbledore's mixed doubles match!

"I see, I see. But, Luke, has our future become so dire that we need to cooperate with him to face the Mystic?"

Professor Flitwick asked.

Does Voldemort really have that much power? That he could get two legendary wizards to join forces against him?

Luke glanced at Old Deng, "You're the one who wanted to find your old flame, don't blame it on me."

Although Luke was indeed envious of the magic in Grindelwald's mind.

But if you want Luke to take the blame, you're just dreaming.

Dumbledore stroked his white beard.

"The future situation is indeed grim. Too many outstanding young people have fallen on the road to fighting Voldemort. My friends, it's not worth it!"

"They should have been pursuing their own dreams and exploring the mysteries of magic on their own paths, instead of falling on the battlefield and becoming cold corpses."

Dumbledore looked serious.

He is not kind.

Some say that Harry and Snape were his pawns, "tools" cultivated to eliminate Voldemort.

But in fact, this great white wizard loved everyone selflessly forever.

Even though he had been abandoned by his family and loved ones, he could still arrange his own death for the sake of the world.

He cares about Harry, but he cares about everyone else too. That's Albus Dumbledore.

The greatest wizard in the world, bar none.

"So, are there professors in our school who have already been bewitched by this mysterious person?"

"Sprout asked."

Hufflepuff people are always able to notice certain details.

"Yes, I think you all know who it is."

The professors looked somber.

When Dumbledore left, he specifically told them to keep an eye on Professor Quirrell.

Now that you mention it, is it really him?

Professor Flitwick's eyes welled up with tears. He had watched Quirrell leave Ravenclaw, but now he witnessed his student's downfall.

Being naturally emotional, he found it hard to accept that his student had become an accomplice of a mysterious man.

"Dumbledore, can you save that child, if there is any hope for him?"

Professor Flitwick pleaded.

"Of course I will, Greenwald. Thank you for your help tomorrow."

Dumbledore still refused to give up on having his best friend as a teacher, believing him to be the most suitable professor for Defense Against the Dark Arts!

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Chapter 74 Poor Professor Quirrell

The other deans also stopped objecting; to be precise, they never intended to oppose it to the end.

Although Dumbledore may seem senile, when faced with truly important matters, this greatest white wizard is often able to make the most accurate and correct judgments.

Even if he's prepared to bring a dark wizard, even more terrifying than Voldemort, to Hogwarts as a teacher!

But the deans felt that this was still within an acceptable range.

At the very least, Dumbledore isn't so crazy as to find a dark magical creature to replace him.

After all, it has become increasingly difficult to find teachers of Defense Against the Dark Arts in recent years.

Let Grindelwald fill in; maybe then we won't need to find a new teacher anymore.

"So, will we need to provide covert support tomorrow?"

Professor Flitwick asked.

"No, it's not necessary. I'm not so old that I can't handle a young person."

"Moreover, he can't even be considered a complete person now!"

Greenward was full of confidence.

Although he looks miserable now, his body is as thin as a beggar wandering the streets.

Nurmengard's decades of imprisonment were enough to break any wizard, but not Grindelwald.

“Gellert, I think we need to be careful.”

"Albus, do you think I'm too old to move? Or do you think this little guy can defeat me?"

Grindelwald dismissed it with disdain.

"He can not only defeat you, he can kill you," Luke thought to himself.

Although there are suspicions of him taking advantage of not having a nose and being killed off by plot, Grindelwald's death in the original novel was indeed too casual.

"Gellert, have you forgotten the conditions you promised me?"

Grindelwald's face stiffened.

A large part of the reason he was able to leave Nurmengard was because he had agreed to make a three-point agreement with Dumbledore.

Otherwise, do you really think Old Deng would dare to release his old lover?

If we don't keep an eye on things beforehand, Grindelwald might one day storm the Magical Congress of the United States, liberate the wizarding world of America, and avenge his past grievances.

"Alright, Albus, but if I gain the upper hand, you can't interfere."

Dumbledore nodded in agreement, then lowered his head.

"Little Luke, can you do me a favor?"

"Principal, would you like to speak first?"

Luke became alert. What was this old Bi Deng up to?

Snape, standing beside him, also became alert.

Noticing the tense expressions on the faces of both the older and younger Snape, Old Dumbledore wondered, "Does he look a lot like Grindelwald?"

However, considering Luke's great contribution to defeating Voldemort, the old man decided not to hold a grudge against a child.

"Can you bring Harry with you tomorrow?"

"Note that you must do this quietly, and don't let the other students know about it."

Dumbledore offered a reminder.

Luke was relieved; Old Dumbledore wasn't planning on letting him infiltrate the Saviors' team again so they could beat up Tom together.

After he was sorted into Gryffindor, he guessed Dumbledore's plan, so to avoid further trouble...

Fortunately, Luke was met with a self-destruction.

“No problem, Headmaster Dumbledore.”

"Thank you very much. Go back and get some rest, Luke. If you stay up too late, you won't have any energy when you wake up the next day."

Dumbledore bid a gentle farewell.

Luke waved goodbye and prepared to leave.

But when he reached the door, he suddenly remembered something and stopped.

"Professor Snape, Draco came to see me again today. He asked if you could find the time to see him one more time."

Professor Snape nodded silently.

His connection with the Malfoy family was not a big deal; most people present were aware of it.

No one blamed Snape; after all, everyone was in it for the money.

Professor Sprout sells a portion of his high-quality herbs each month, and Professor Flitwick serves as a judge at some fighting competitions every year.

After Luke disappeared from the headmaster's office, Dumbledore took something out of his personal storage bag.

"Professors, we need to think of a solution."

On the table was the Ravenclaw crown.

The first thing he did after that night was to find one of Voldemort's Horcruxes.

After confirming the truth, Dumbledore pondered for a long time before deciding to go to Nurmengard to bring back his old friend Grindelwald.

As for the other items, he didn't have time to go because of the tight schedule.

Moreover, some Horcruxes are not so easy to obtain.

Hufflepuff's golden cup lies in the vault; the Gaunt family ring bears a chilling curse; and the diary from his youth is likely still in the Malfoy family's possession.

The next day, Luke, carrying his notes, walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom with Neville.

The pungent smell of garlic made the young wizards rub their noses and chatter amongst themselves.

Honestly, I don't know how Voldemort, the devil on the back of Professor Quirrell's head, could stand the smell of garlic that was practically pickled.