True Dumbledore, sitting in his office, looked very tired.
High-intensity chasing and fighting Voldemort for over a month has caused this centenarian to spend too much energy.
Worst of all, he ended up letting Voldemort escape.
He doesn't blame himself for being weak. It's just that Voldemort is too cunning.
Through several anti-ambushes, Voldemort skillfully used several wizards as human bombs, almost injuring Dumbledore.
Ultimately, he cut off Bellatrix's tracking magic and escaped without a trace.
This action can be described as a failure.
What made him even more depressed was that when he returned to his office, the portraits of the Headmaster actually called Alvin's name.
Could it be that I, Dumbledore, was forgotten after more than a month?
The Headmaster's portraits were a little embarrassed when they saw that it was the real Dumbledore. For a while, they forgot that Dumbledore would be back today.
"Albus, long time no see."
Armando Dippet laughed and hurriedly changed the subject, "How is it? Did you succeed in catching that person this time?"
Shaking his head with a sad expression, Dumbledore said to Headmaster Black. "Phineas, please help me call Gaunt to the office."
Headmaster Black nodded, and Alvin returned to Hogwarts as himself yesterday. He only needs to go to the Ravenclaw Common Room to find a little wizard to find Alvin.
Soon, Headmaster Black was back in his frame, and Alvin was in the Headmaster's office not long after.
"Professor, you are finally back!"
Alvin showed a bright smile, but he felt a little guilty. Dumbledore would not come to trouble him, right?
"Gaunt, many things happened during this time, although I also saw the Daily Prophet. But some things still need your explanation."
Dumbledore said something meaningful, almost pointing at Alvin's nose and saying it is lenient to confess but strict about resisting.
The portraits of the Headmasters on the wall were all dozing off at this time, but the smiles on the corners of their mouths from time to time indicated that they were pleased with what was about to happen.
Alvin scratched his head, "Professor, which one would you like to hear first?"
Dumbledore's breath was stagnant, and his hands were shaking a little.
"You can start from the beginning one by one. We still have time."
Glancing at Alvin, Dumbledore increasingly regretted his decision.
How much he thinks he can't choose Alvin to replace him.
Alvin pondered for a moment, but let's talk in chronological order.
"Then let me talk about the Triwizard Tournament first. I..."
As he explained the situation, Dumbledore interrupted him, "What's the matter with the Triwizard Tournament here?"
Alvin was dumbfounded. Co-author Dumbledore didn't know anything?
That's right. The Daily Prophet wouldn't know about such a secret thing as the Triwizard Tournament.
Alvin recounted his glorious deeds.
"Huh~"
Dumbledore felt a little pain in his heart and a little dizzy in his head.
"Professor, are you alright?"
Alvin was a little embarrassed when he looked at Dumbledore, who was about to be mad at him.
Dumbledore opened his mouth and wanted to say something. Do you think I'm okay?
But he still held back since it had become a foregone conclusion. It is useless to say anything now.
"So Ilvermorny agreed to participate?"
"Well, they were thrilled and said they would sponsor a fee."
"How did you get Fudge to agree to that?"
"Well, I asked Sirius to accompany him in a play, and he agreed."
Between the question and answer, the topic came to Sirius again, and Alvin didn't hide it. He just told him all the deals he had with Sirius during the summer vacation.
After listening, Dumbledore was silent for a long time. He gave Alvin a deep look, but he didn't expect that he actually had the gift of prophecy.
"Can you guarantee that you have destroyed Voldemort's soul?"
Hearing this, Alvin threw Slytherin's locket directly to Dumbledore, who checked it several times and found that there was indeed no trace of Voldemort's soul, and he was relieved.
Returning the locket to Alvin, Dumbledore asked him how many Horcruxes he had destroyed.
"Four if you include the diary."
Alvin didn't tell Dumbledore what the others were, and Dumbledore didn't ask in detail.
At this time, Dumbledore also understood. No wonder Voldemort said he destroyed his Horcruxes while in Albania.
Turns out it had something to do with Alvin. But Dumbledore didn't care and was even happy.
At least that proves Alvin's position.
Dumbledore had a hunch that Voldemort would recover the next time he and Voldemort met.
The wizarding world is about to fall into darkness, and a powerful wizard like Alvin is a force to be reckoned with.
Dumbledore took a detailed look at the Triwizard Tournament and then let Alvin leave.
Alvin, who walked to the door, suddenly remembered something and said to Dumbledore.
"Headmaster, I forgot to tell you, I'm inviting Sirius to be our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next semester."
"In addition, I accepted the resignation letter submitted by Lupin and put it on your desk. I'll go first if you have nothing to talk about anymore."
After speaking, Alvin hurried away.
After Alvin went out, there was laughter in the office.
"Albus, see now. Alvin is more qualified than you, and before the semester ends, he is considering hiring a teacher for the next school year."
A portrait of the Headmaster was out of breath with a smile, and it was true that Dumbledore's last expression just now was beyond words.
Not to mention that such a confused expression still appeared on Dumbledore.
With a weak smile, he admits that he is indeed still looking for the next semester's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for the school before coming back.
He initially chose Moody, but he hadn't contacted Moody yet, and he didn't expect this to be solved by Alvin.
But he also had to admit that Alvin's vision is still good, and Sirius is capable of this position.
However, a potions professor may have a hard time for a while.
After all, two consecutive Defence Against the Dark Arts professors were his mortal enemies.