Hogwarts: Why do you call me the Demon King?

But when Isaac saw himself kill Quirrell and Voldemort, his joy was genuine.

Isaac didn't even bother to hide it at the time.

If Isaac was so happy back then, how come Voldemort's Horcruxes are still intact now that they're in his hands?

Don't make me laugh, Principal Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore, open the box and let us see Ravenclaw's crown!" The headmaster was already on the wall, eager to admire Hogwarts' "holy artifacts."

"That's right, Albus! Stop keeping us in suspense, you rascal!" More and more principals began to clamor.

Of course, there are also a few principals here who know about Horcruxes and how to destroy them.

They remained completely silent, their faces blank with innocence as they waited for Dumbledore to "open the box."

broken.

It wouldn't be right not to open the box.

If I open this box, I'll become the sinner of Hogwarts for a thousand years!

How could Voldemort be so evil!

Dumbledore had no doubt that the person primarily responsible was Tom Riddle, and he began to fiercely criticize him in his heart.

But things couldn't be delayed any longer, and Dumbledore could only silently open the exquisite box.

The principal's office fell silent instantly.

“The Ravenclaw crown… damaged over a thousand years? This quality…” a outspoken headmaster blurted out instinctively.

"Shut up, you stupid monkey! That's Ravenclaw's crown, how could it be damaged so easily?!"

The headmaster, a Ravenclaw alumnus, instantly turned red. "Are you kidding me?"

Ravenclaw is such a powerful wizard! How could the crown she made herself be so easily damaged?

not to mention......

"You idiot, look closely! The fragments of that crown are still smoking!"

Upon hearing this, all the principals on the wall turned their gazes to Isaac, and then to Professor Venda.

"Ahem, I have something to say about this. My senior classmate Tom used a very evil magic to forge the crown into his own Horcrux."

To prevent the crown from being desecrated, I had no choice but to ask Professor Venda to purify Ravenclaw's crown with Fiendfire.

Now it seems the purification effect is a bit too good?

Hearing Isaac's words, the headmasters on the wall almost laughed in anger. They had lived their whole lives, plus been hanging on the wall for so many years.

This is truly the first time I've heard of Fiendfire spells being used to purify dark magic items.

"This kid has such a thick skin and a black heart, he's clearly a good Slytherin prospect!"

"A Ravenclaw headmaster said quietly."

These words startled the headmaster, who was from Slytherin, and he immediately retorted, "Nonsense!"

This kid's got guts, he'll do anything, he's clearly a Gryffindor talent!

The Gryffindor headmaster: "Yes!"

Now the principal's wall in the office started to get lively again. Dumbledore waved his hand helplessly, and the velvet curtains on both sides of the wall fell down, blocking out the noise from the principal's wall.

Isaac then placed the lemonade on the table, put his hands on his lap, and obediently looked at Dumbledore.

"Professor Dumbledore, can this crown be repaired?"

"Hmm..." If it were a regular magical item, Dumbledore could tell Isaac right now that magical items burned by Fiendfire are impossible to repair.

But he had just seen the clearly visible inscription on the fragment, which read, "Extraordinary wisdom is the greatest wealth of mankind."

The characters are still legible even after being burned by a fierce fire, which clearly indicates there's some explanation behind it.

However, Dumbledore doesn't have the time to fix it himself.

“I’m not sure, but I’ll send it to an old friend of mine. I think he would be very interested in restoring the crown.”

Besides, Isaac, can't you just see the ending?

“Of course I can—” Isaac nodded: “But life is more interesting when there are some unknowns.”

If we knew everything in advance, wouldn't life be incredibly boring?

Isaac chuckled, and in that instant, he made both people in the office momentarily dazed.

It looks so much like it.

Chapter 45 The Sorting Hat: You presumptuous fellow!

Along the way, Professor Venda had been shocked by the resemblance between Isaac and Grindelwald many times, so she quickly snapped out of her reverie.

Professor Venda smiled slightly as she watched Dumbledore lost in his memories.

She didn't intend to let Dumbledore wake up on his own, so she said softly, "I'm a little curious, since Ravenclaw left behind his crown, what did the other three heads of the house leave behind?"

Professor Venda's words brought Dumbledore back to his senses. After thinking for a moment, he replied, "Gryffindor left behind their sword, and Hufflepuff made the cup."

As for Slytherin, they should have left behind a locket.

"So, are all three of these things at Hogwarts?"

Professor Venda's question went unanswered, and at that moment the French witch was finally shocked.

"So you just watched Voldemort desecrate the relics of the founder of Hogwarts and turn them into Horcruxes???"

There really is always someone better in this world!

Professor Venda thought Beausbottom in France was bad enough, but now the principal turned out to be a mixed-race giant.

Indeed, in Professor Venda's opinion, Beauxbatons' current headmaster, Orim Maxim, doesn't even qualify as a wizard.

What was Harry's first impression of Headmaster Beauxbatons in the original timeline?

"Harry has only ever seen one person whose size could compare to this woman's, and that was Hagrid;

He suspected that the two men were less than an inch apart in height.

So the question is, just how tall is Hagrid?

11 feet 6 inches, which is about three and a half meters.

And what about Orim Maxim? He's about the same level—if Maxim were only 2 meters tall, Professor Venda could convince herself that the principal was just big-boned.

But damn, three and a half meters tall—even if Professor Wenda went against her conscience, she couldn't say that this was a person.

Surprisingly, when it comes to being the worst, the French wizards are actually not that bad?

Even if Maxim was a terrible person, at least he didn't allow anyone to desecrate the relics of the founder of his school.

Looking at it this way, Maxim, the headmaster, is actually a bit better than Dumbledore, except that he's not human?

At this point, Isaac felt it necessary to salvage Deng's reputation.

“Well… not all of the founders’ belongings were desecrated, for example…” Isaac said, walking toward the Sorting Hat in the headmaster’s office.

The Sorting Hat looks very historic, but it's extremely worn and patched up.

Not only was it patched, but the whole hat looked filthy.

Isaac once doubted whether this thing had been cleaned after it was manufactured.

As the Sorting Hat noticed Isaac approaching, a wide slit suddenly appeared in the brim of the hat—his mouth.

"Wait, wait! Kid, what are you doing???" The Sorting Hat's voice was visibly panicked.

The entire hat was shaking, as if it wanted to back away.

Unfortunately, it was just the Sorting Hat, and as everyone knows, hats don't have legs, so it couldn't escape.

"Kid, I know what you're up to. Let's make a deal, listen to me!" The Sorting Hat was filled with regret at that moment. He should have asked Dumbledore to get him some books to practice his oratory skills when he had nothing else to do!

That way he wouldn't be at a loss for words.

"Hehehe, Mr. Valdore, calm down first. Perhaps we can talk in a more peaceful way."

"Peace and love, is that alright, sir?"

Isaac gave the Sorting Hat a very deceptive smile, and just as the Sorting Hat calmed down a little, Isaac suddenly reached out and picked it up.

"Wait, woofh ...

Although the Sorting Hat doesn't have very defined facial features, that doesn't matter. Judging from its blurry shape and seductive voice, everyone in the office can tell that the Sorting Hat's physical sensations might not be so pleasant at the moment.

"Damn it, you reckless little wizard! Although the Gryffindor sword is inside me, it's not something just anyone can take out!"

The old man started muttering to Isaac, seemingly intending to use this method to avenge the stab Isaac had just given him.

Isaac ignored the old hat's constant chatter and carefully searched inside. After a moment, his eyes lit up.

"Wait, you wouldn't...?"

Isaac grinned, then with a "whoosh," he drew his sword—a gleaming silver sword pulled from his hat.

After pulling it out, Isaac saw that the hilt of the sword was inlaid with a dazzling egg-sized ruby.