"So, what do you think of this idea?" Professor Lockhart asked with a smile: "Don't be nervous, Harry, just treat it as a chat between friends. I'm your friend."
"What do you mean?" Harry didn't understand what Lockhart meant.
"I mean, what do you think the relationship between wizards and Muggles should be?" Professor Lockhart stared closely at Harry.
Harry thought for a moment and smiled, "Isn't this something a second-year student like me shouldn't be thinking about, Professor?"
"Have you never complained about the existence of traces?" Lockhart's words were persuasive: "I know that young wizards your age are restless and want to use some magic during holidays, but are strictly limited by the Ministry of Magic, right? They're afraid you'll use magic in front of ordinary people – namely Muggles – and expose the Magic World, correct?"
"Not really, Professor."
Harry did not directly answer Professor Lockhart's question, his intuition telling him Lockhart's question might have another meaning.
This intuition was cultivated by Cassandra.
In fact, most of his habits, even his intuition, were nurtured by Cassandra.
Harry didn't know that Cassandra occasionally looked at him with gratification and pride when he wasn't noticing, much like the look Mrs. Weasley gave Bill.
"I think the real issue isn't here." Harry pondered and said, "I think the immediate problem is about the education of young wizards, such as in school – not only is there a lack in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but there are also shortcomings in various other subjects."
"Really?" Professor Lockhart looked at Harry, feeling that there was always some shadow of Mr. Potter in this little Harry...
This made her more satisfied; she initially wanted to probe Harry's attitude towards the Wizarding Secrecy Law but unexpectedly saw Harry's maturity beyond his age.
"It's indeed the case, I've heard there are many Aurors who can't even fully cast the Iron Armor Spell." Harry said, sounding distressed: "How can such teaching results improve the Magic World?"
Vida was secretly pleased.
She saw it right, little Harry in front of her...
Seemed to have quite an opinion on Principal Dumbledore too.
She was somewhat satisfied; in this test, she seemed to have detected some of the results she wanted – of course, there needs to be further probing and wooing.
Why can't Dumbledore's Golden Boy be harvested and brought into her package?
The more Vida thought about it, the more it seemed right.
(Vida Rozier and Parrot)
For some reason, she never had any liking for Dumbledore – this dislike wasn't just because Dumbledore defeated Gellert Grindelwald.
As for the flunky who assisted Dumbledore, what's his name again?
Oh, Newt Scamander.
This person, Vida didn't find so detestable.
She revealed a surprised expression and stretched elegantly.
"By Merlin's beard, look at the time! We've been here for nearly four hours! I can't believe it—time flies, doesn't it?"
Vida, disguised as Professor Lockhart, smiled and said: "I think you should head back, after all, young wizards your age should rest more."
"Alright, goodbye, Professor Lockhart." Harry stood up and stretched as well.
It turns out that yawning is contagious.
"Goodbye, Harry." Professor Lockhart said with a chuckle.
After leaving the Defense Against the Dark Arts Office, Harry quickly headed to the Room of Requirement.
He thought of needing a conference room, then opened the door of the Room of Requirement.
Sitting at Gryffindor's seat, he twisted open the Ageing Potion, took a sip, and enlarged his clothes.
Before long, a seventeen-year-old Harry appeared there.
He opened the Two-Sided Mirror and sent a signal to Mr. Bodrick.
Soon, Mr. Bodrick's face appeared on the Two-Sided Mirror.
"Mr. Potter!" He said respectfully.
"Hello, Mr. Bodrick." Harry nodded, "Have you got any news about Angel's Feather and Snake Monster Poison Fang?"
Mr. Bodrick showed a troubled look: "Sorry, Mr. Potter, even though Gringotts has been striving to find them, we haven't found any information on these two materials."
Harry drummed his fingers on the chair's armrest.
"I've heard news about Angel's Feather." He said.
"Please say, Mr. Potter." Mr. Bodrick immediately said, "Gringotts will surely obtain it for you."
"It's not very doable, this person..." Harry tapped the armrest, "The person holding Angel's Feather may not give face to Gringotts."
"You can rest assured, Mr. Potter." Mr. Bodrick hurriedly said, "No matter who it is, they must give some face to Gringotts."
"Well, what if the person doesn't want to sell, what do we do?" Harry asked with a smile.
"Rest assured, Mr. Potter." Mr. Bodrick showed a very sinister grin: "We'll find a way to make him sell it! Just tell us who the person is! Leave the rest to Gringotts."
"Oh." Harry nodded and said to Mr. Bodrick, "You should know the person holding Angel's Feather, he is the current principal of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore."
Upon hearing Harry's words, Mr. Bodrick's expression suddenly froze.
He originally thought the person holding Angel's Feather was just an ordinary wizard, but never imagined it would be Hogwarts' principal, Albus Dumbledore.
This...
Is going to be tough.
Who is Dumbledore?
President of the International Wizarding Union, Chief Great Mage of the Wizengamot, the most powerful White Wizard in the world...
Gringotts is indeed arrogant, but it doesn't dare mess with Dumbledore.
Seeing Mr. Bodrick's troubled expression, Harry calmly asked: "Is it difficult, Mr. Bodrick?"
Hearing Harry's question, Mr. Bodrick secretly swallowed.
Principal Dumbledore is indeed hard to deal with, but the elven slayer before him is an even more untouchable existence.
Who knows how many elves have died at his hands a hundred years ago...
If Mr. Potter's matter isn't handled well, who knows what kind of wrath will follow.
"Rest assured!" Mr. Bodrick, weighing two evils and choosing the lesser, said gritting his teeth: "Gringotts will communicate with Principal Dumbledore to secure Angel's Feather soon!"
"Thank you." Harry said politely, "It won't be too difficult, will it?"
Mr. Bodrick replied without hesitation: "No! Why would it be difficult? Not at all!"
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