Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 61 End of Semester

"What happened?" Damon took a sip of his tea and said calmly, "Actually, nothing happened. I just made enough money and don't want to perform anymore. That's all."

As if he knew that such a statement lacked sincerity, he took the initiative to add:

"If one were to judge piano talent based on OWL scores, I think my talent is just barely above the passing grade (A), and still a long way from the (E) and (O) above."

"How come? Aren't you a child prodigy?"

Dumbledore didn't understand.

"Professor, this is actually a petty trick that's not worthy of being mentioned." Damon smiled, but a hint of desolation flashed in his eyes. "If we were to compete in piano playing skills, I'm actually far behind the masters. Even if I spend my entire life playing, I wouldn't be able to reach half the level they achieved in their youth.

It's just that by performing this trick with my eyes blindfolded, I made those outsiders think I was very good and even gave me the title of child prodigy.

It's like, they call me the Dueling Prince, but I just cast a Disarming Charm, I can't Apparate, I can't even wear armor, but those people think I can do anything."

Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully.

"I see." He said with some regret, "So, the image of a musical prodigy was accidentally created by you, and in reality, your talent isn't that outstanding?"

"Yes, the orphanage was extremely poor at the time and was about to close down. I had no choice but to step up and become an 'idol' to save it through my performances."

"But I always knew that I wasn't a genius, and that they valued my age more than my music, so after I made enough money, I quit, but ended up with a good reputation.

If I keep performing like this, even until I’m fifteen, I’m afraid social media will start reporting that I’ve run out of ideas.”

After Damon finished speaking, he spread his hands and smiled.

"Do you feel a little disappointed? It turns out that the title of so-called genius prodigy is just an illusion deliberately created through deception."

"That's true, but I think that the fact that you can reach a level that others would only learn after five years of study at the age of six is ​​a kind of talent in itself, and..."

Dumbledore frankly admitted his disappointment, but at the same time, he stood up again, walked in front of Damon, leaned forward slightly, put his hands on his shoulders, and looked at him at eye level.

"Perhaps your piano talent is indeed fake, but Damon, I am very sure that your talent in magic is real. Damon White is a natural master of magic, and no one can deny this."

"Oh..." Damon was distracted for a moment and nodded. "Thank you, Professor. I certainly think so."

Dumbledore smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "Well, thank you for satisfying the curiosity of an old man like me. If you encounter any problems in the future - any problems that cannot be solved, come to me, okay?"

"Professor, you've done enough."

Damon stood up to say goodbye. Before leaving, he turned around and said:
"By the way, my promise to you is the same. If you have any troubles, you are welcome to come to me. This promise is valid for a long time."

After saying that, he closed the door and left.

Dumbledore sat back in his seat, looked in the direction Damon left, and suddenly said to the portraits on the wall:

"He's very funny, isn't he?"

Damon White's re-sorting was rejected by Dumbledore before it could even begin.

Nothing seems to have started yet, yet everything seems to have already happened.

Although the crickets in private cannot be avoided, at least the Slytherin students will not condemn Malfoy openly.

In addition, many more Slytherin girls began to inquire about Damon's news.

On weekdays, the little witch of Gryffindor has always consciously controlled the leakage of information. Damon's outstanding performance is limited to the first-year students who take the same class with him. Even though his performance in class is often discussed by those students, the fluctuation is limited.

After all, after getting used to Damon's excellence, they couldn't possibly make a scene after every class. In other words, except for the first-year students, the students in other grades had a limited understanding of Damon—they only knew that this first-year student was very good, but they had no idea to what extent.

Now, this perception has been broken.

After the publication of White's Law of Transformation, Damon's fame grew both inside and outside the school.

When these people learned about Damon's usual performance, they were even more excited - White's theorem was too far away from them, and many wizards in the lower and middle grades were unable to recognize the gap.

But when they learned that Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall had been giving Damon extra lessons and that Damon had always completed his classroom learning tasks perfectly, their eyes lit up.

With his handsome appearance, more than 90% of the witches have made a great wish in their hearts - they want to have a relationship with Damon before graduation!
But unfortunately, their wild hormones cannot be released even a little bit.

After all, let alone them, even students of the same grade, even Gryffindor first-years who took classes together, couldn't find Damon at all.

Every time the get out of class was over, he would disappear as soon as he turned a corner and no one could find him.

To the extent that, half an hour before every first-year Gryffindor class, their classroom would always be crowded with people. Whenever Damon appeared, screams would be heard from inside and outside the classroom - as if a fanatical emotion was spreading, and even the classmates who were originally more restrained began to go crazy.

Harry and Ron both suspected that if this continued, sooner or later someone would put aphrodisiacs in Damon's food.

In the end, it was Slytherin prefect, Gemma Farley, who stepped in to put a stop to everything.

I don't know what method she finally used, but in any case, the classroom would not always be crowded with witches of all grades, and people would not always stare at Damon like a monkey when he was eating breakfast.

However, it is said that someone later saw Gemma Farley and Damon walking in Black Lake, talking and laughing.

But after that, no one saw them going out in pairs.

And after studying Occlumency with Professor Flitwick for ten weeks, Damon finally got the hang of this extremely difficult and advanced magic.

"That's enough, Damon. I'm not an expert in Occlumency, so I can only teach you this far."

After another extra lesson, Professor Flitwick nodded to Daemon.

"Even the most skilled master of Legilimency cannot peer into your mind, but be aware that you cannot trick their senses into seeing their own thoughts.

If you have the opportunity, perhaps you can continue to improve with Professor Snape, he and Dumbledore are both experts in this area."

"Thank you for your selfless teaching, Professor. Can we move on to the next one--"

"Of course not, Damon." Flitwick rejected him directly. "Have you forgotten? Next week is exam week, kid, you should take some time off and prepare for the exam."

Damon was a little stunned when he heard this.

Before he knew it, his first year at Hogwarts was coming to an end?
He walked out of the classroom and subconsciously looked out the window.

The sun was shining brightly, and the water of the Black Lake sparkled with golden spots. A giant squid lay in the warm shallow water, basking in the sun. Several wizards sat under a big tree, reading books, and the shadows of the trees swayed in the wind.

Is it summer already?

Performance Evaluation Form:

Qualified:

O (Outstanding)
E (exceeds expectations) exceeds expectations
A (acceptable)
Unqualified:
P (poor) poor
D (dreadful) terrible
T (Troll)

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(End of this chapter)