The Old Ones of Hogwarts

Chapter 29: Are all young wizards this brave these days?!

This is truly a case of saying something truly outrageous.

Kraft was so shocked that his eyes widened.

"What...what did you say?!"

He felt that his ears might be experiencing some extremely absurd auditory hallucinations due to his advanced age.

"He said he wanted to be the Dark Lord."

Aurora thoughtfully reviewed her conversation with Ian.

immediately.

He added another sentence.

"Oh, and he also wants to go to Nurmengard to study with his grandfather, saying it will help him graduate." Aurora felt that her summary was very accurate.

Concise and clear.

After saying that.

She began to read her notes again.

From beginning to end.

The German girl spoke in a very calm tone.

It was as if they were talking about everyday family matters.

however.

Kraft's emotions were clearly not as stable as hers.

"??????"

Kraft was completely stunned.

He didn't know much about Hogwarts, but even so, he didn't think graduating from Hogwarts would be so difficult that he would need to go to Nurmengard to find Grindelwald.

and also!

What do you mean by wanting to be the Dark Lord?!

Are all young wizards this brave these days?!

"Another ambitious schemer has emerged from Dumbledore's school! Hahahaha! The greatest white wizard in the world? How ridiculous and ironic!"

The initial shock has passed.

Kraft began to laugh maniacally.

He did not doubt the truthfulness of Aurora's words.

after all.

This is exactly what he and many of the saints wanted to see—Dumbledore had raised a Voldemort, and now there was another boy in his school who wanted to become the Dark Lord.

Is there anything that would make the saints happier than this?

No!

For the saints, this is the best proof of Dumbledore's utter hypocrisy! Otherwise, why would Dumbledore's school produce so many outcasts?

"Very good, very good. I underestimated that little guy's overconfidence. However, this is not a bad thing for us. You can try to win him over with some small favors."

"I've observed that he has a good talent for magic."

Kraft laughed so loudly that he was breathless. As he sat down to rest in the old rocking chair, he earnestly offered his advice.

Those cloudy eyes.

A sense of excitement and anticipation filled the air. These saints were absolutely willing to add fuel to the fire of anything that could smear Dumbledore.

"Winning people's hearts? My grandfather taught me this, so I gave him a book."

Aurora paused for a moment, then added.

"My own book."

This girl will emphasize this point.

She probably didn't want Kraft to think she was giving him a book from a bookstore.

however.

In fact, Kraft didn't care about these things.

His focus was solely on Aurora's attempts to win people over.

"Excellent! You're able to apply what you've learned; that's a sign of growth!"

Kraft clapped his hands in delight.

"It's not difficult to win over children your age, and I think you already have your first follower."

Kraft had great confidence in Aurora.

It's not just because Aurora inherited that great talent.

Simultaneously.

He also knew that Aurora's outstanding looks and appearance would be an absolute "white moonlight" attraction for most boys her age.

This is also an advantage that can be utilized.

Kraft looked at the little girl in front of him with anticipation and praise.

however.

Aurora shook her head at him.

"I don't believe that a book can make others loyal to me." Aurora seemed very clear-headed as she closed the notebook in her hand and put it in the drawer.

"Of course, of course, this could just be the beginning."

Kraft remained all smiles.

"The method of winning people's hearts may work for many other young wizards, but it probably won't work for Ian Prince. He is very different from those young wizards."

Aurora spoke calmly.

His youthful yet exceptionally refined face was filled with seriousness.

"He was your first friend, which might make him special to you?" Kraft narrowed his eyes, his gaze becoming wary again.

I was just thinking about how attractive Aurora's appearance would be to the little boy.

He almost forgot.

That little wizard was also exceptionally handsome.

"I know what you're thinking, but it's not what you think."

Aurora shook her head helplessly.

"Indeed, as the first person to dare to befriend me, I was somewhat curious and interested in him, but that's by no means the reason why I think Ian Prince is special."

Her heterochromatic eyes held a calmness that seemed beyond her years.

"Oh?"

Kraft looked puzzled.

"You've taught me a lot, so even though it was just a brief encounter, I can still tell that he's not the kind of person who would have faith..."

"He can't be like you."

Aurora explained it succinctly.

Kraft, however, disagreed.

"That's because you haven't established faith in his heart yet... Miss, don't overestimate other people's character. The idea of ​​becoming the Dark Lord and learning from Lord Grindelwald is just a child's wishful thinking, ignorant and arrogant."

"As he gets older, as he discovers his own weakness and realizes his own mediocrity... if he is smart enough, he will know to gravitate towards the stronger people around him."

Kraft delivered his instruction in a meaningful manner.

only.

Aurora shook her head firmly as before.

You're wrong.

She closed her eyes first.

"He will not understand mediocrity, nor will he know how to gravitate towards the strong, because... he might really become the Dark Lord."

Aurora opened her eyes again.

Turning her head towards the main entrance, she felt as if she had returned to the daytime, to the moment when the little boy walked in, looked around, and was spotted by her.

"I've seen him."

This time.

It wasn't addressed to Ian.

Instead, he explained it to Kraft.

"what?"

Kraft was somewhat puzzled.

"It wasn't during the day, but in Diagon Alley, before I even entered the store... Actually, I had already seen some things."

Aurora spoke softly.

Kraft immediately realized what was happening.

"You mean what you saw was...!?"

Kraft's voice became hesitant and uncertain.

His gaze was fixed intently on Aurora.

All I saw was...

Aurora nodded slowly.

"My talent is not as great as my grandfather's, but I can occasionally glimpse a corner of the future... I see him, and I see fragments of his future."

Aurora spoke in a deep voice.

"You saw him become the Dark Lord?"

Kraft's voice trembled; he was as if he had heard something unbelievable, something he didn't want to accept but had no choice but to accept.

"No."

Aurora shook her head.

Kraft looked puzzled.

"Riddler is no good habit. Don't follow in the footsteps of your grandfather, and that damned Dumbledore..."

Kraft sighed helplessly.

In fact, Aurora didn't intend to beat around the bush.

Her thoughts seemed to be rewinding.

Whispering softly.

"I saw him standing in front of the tower, holding his wand high, casting a spell."

The Germanic girl looked at the utterly bewildered Kraft with her legendary heterochromatic eyes. The old woman and the young girl locked eyes, and Aurora's soft words were like a raging storm.

"The fog obscured my vision, but there's one thing I can see very clearly, and that is..."

"Dumbledore knelt at his feet and wept."