Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 63:62: Unknown Conversation [Second Update]

In the corridor of Hogwarts.

Professor McGonagall walked hurriedly to the headmaster's office.

There is a gargoyle at the entrance to the headmaster's office. There are many such gargoyles in Hogwarts Castle, and the one at the entrance to the headmaster's office is particularly eye-catching.

"Sour pop candy."

This is a strange password that only appears when Dumbledore is in office. When the gargoyles jumped away, Professor McGonagall walked quickly into the stairs leading to the headmaster's office.

"Minerva, I hope the new batch of young wizards haven't caused you any trouble?" Dumbledore buried his head in reading an ancient book about the Deathly Hallows.

"I'm not troubled, but I'm clearly a little scared now." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips with a serious expression. She stood in front of the headmaster's desk and her voice was very complicated.

"Oh? What happened?"

Dumbledore raised his head, curiosity showing in his eyes behind the frame.

"The child from the Snape family, in the Transfiguration class today..." Professor McGonagall told Dumbledore what happened during the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff classes today.

"I have never seen such exaggerated progress. It's like he has skipped several years of learning and achieved things that many senior wizards have not been able to do."

There was still a strong sense of disbelief in her voice, as if Ian's previous performance was still vivid in her mind.

"This incident proves that your teaching is effective. Isn't it something worth celebrating? I am a little envious of you for being able to get an excellent Transfiguration assistant so quickly."

"Professor Snape will definitely be jealous of you." Dumbledore had a calm smile on his face, which was in stark contrast to the worry on Professor McGonagall's face.

"I have always hoped that a talented little wizard could become my assistant, but his talent is no longer outstanding, but rather a little scary."

Professor McGonagall sighed.

"It is undeniable that Mr. Prince's performance is indeed extraordinary. I have seen many amazing talents, but I never thought that I would meet a younger generation that I would be a little jealous of in my lifetime."

"Brilliant, confident and calm... unstoppable."

Dumbledore closed the book he was reading and looked at Professor McGonagall with calm eyes. "In fact, there have been wizards like this in history."

In response to Dumbledore's remarks.

Professor McGonagall frowned.

"Who?"

She considered herself to be pretty good at History of Magic, even though she often felt sleepy at school, but after being a professor for so many years, she had reviewed and revisited all aspects of knowledge.

"Merlin Ambrosius."

Dumbledore smiled as always.

"..."

Professor McGonagall widened her eyes, feeling that it was both absurd and a little horrified. Many figures appeared in her mind, but she never thought that Dumbledore would utter such a name!
Merlin!
When wizards in the wizarding world pray, they all say Merlin is above!
This shows its value!

"You compare the Snape children with Merlin?" Professor McGonagall's face was full of disbelief. She even felt that she might have encountered the onset of Dumbledore's Alzheimer's disease.

"After the Sorting Hat made that decision, I read a lot of books and documents, which made me understand some things." Dumbledore put his hands on the desk.

"There are a handful of wizards who are truly different from the rest of us."

"They can see the magical world that we cannot see, and experience the wonderful magical senses that we have no chance to explore. This is why they can rise like a comet."

"Minerva, we have to acknowledge the existence of geniuses. It's not their fault." Dumbledore spoke softly, as if he was giving another lesson to Professor Cat, who had graduated many years ago.

"Aren't you one of the geniuses?"

Professor McGonagall frowned in confusion.

"Without boasting, I am of course a genius." Dumbledore readily accepted the title, but he still changed the subject in a frank tone.

"But compared to the four giants of Hogwarts, there is still some gap between me and them. And Ian, this child is the heir chosen by the Sorting Hat personally for Ms. Ravenclaw."

"We have to trust the judgment of the Sorting Hat. The heir of Ravenclaw will not be a bad person." Dumbledore mentioned the title of the founder of Hogwarts.

Professor McGonagall was unmoved. "That's not the same thing. We're talking about Merlin now!"

If wizards had faith.

It would have to be Merlin.

Professor McGonagall was apparently one of them.

"This is true, Minerva. Ian may not be able to reach Merlin's level, but he definitely has the same talent as Merlin. I also believe in my judgment."

Some recent events emerged in Dumbledore's mind.

His tone was firm.

Professor McGonagall had no idea how to respond.

"Anyway, Albus, Mr. Prince stood next to little Grindelwald at the beginning of the school year." Professor McGonagall could only change the subject.

She couldn't understand why Dumbledore wasn't worried.

Since Dumbledore thought Ian had a talent like Merlin, shouldn't he have been more vigilant and cautious? Others could learn advanced Transfiguration skills on their own in their first year!

Can you, Dumbledore, still keep it under control for a few more years?

Did Voldemort's post-traumatic stress disorder suddenly improve?

Then wouldn’t we, who have been led by you to be so nervous over the years, become clowns!
"Of course I saw it."

Dumbledore was unaware of Professor McGonagall's inner complaints and continued to counsel her, "Isn't this exactly what we want to see? The little wizard has gained friendship at Hogwarts."

Hear the words.

Professor McGonagall nodded.

"I know we shouldn't treat them with prejudice, and I'm trying to do that, but I have to know that your old friend hasn't instilled some crazy ideas in them."

"We are all aware of that man's abilities and skills. If he has already changed their minds, even if the four giants are resurrected, I'm afraid they won't be able to bring them back to the right path."

Professor McGonagall's words were blunt and fully demonstrated her inner uneasiness. Dumbledore waited quietly for her to finish speaking, and after a moment's hesitation, he slowly spoke.

"I can't confirm this to you, but I can assure you that Gellert Grindelwald's ideas can never be imposed on those who already have firm ideas."

"I think Mr. Prince will not disappoint us on this point." Dumbledore's tone was still gentle, not as serious as Professor McGonagall had imagined before she came.

"And what about young Grindelwald?"

Professor McGonagall was filled with doubts and confusion.

"Talent aside, I actually think that Ian Prince is very similar to me in some ways, so you don't have to worry about Miss Grindelwald influencing Ian."

Facing Professor McGonagall's shake of head.

"Minerva, you have been misreading one thing the whole time."

Dumbledore suddenly called out softly.

He raised his head.

Looking at Professor McGonagall who was confused at her desk.

Those deep eyes seemed to have seen through the fog with a brightness.

"That day, it was Miss Grindelwald who stood beside Ian Prince... It is important to realize this." A soft and gentle voice sounded in the office.

It soon subsided.

There was light from the fireplace dancing in Dumbledore's eyes.

In quiet environment.

The figures on the wall seemed quite noisy, just like the turbulent heart of Professor McGonagall with her eyes narrowed.

(End of this chapter)