Hogwarts: Why do you call me the Demon King?

He, Isaac Valdore, was at most a poor student staying here, sponsored by the "host."

Now the other owner of the house says he wants a fast-forward version of the deep cleaning, can he refuse?

When Dumbledore began casting the spell, Isaac finally experienced firsthand how the highest mountain in the wizarding world casts spells.

Dumbledore made no move; he simply waved his wand, and a large amount of shimmering dust gushed out from one end of the wand.

Immediately afterwards, shimmering dust tumbled and swept across the entire house.

After confirming that there was nothing in the house related to magic—or, to put it bluntly, to Grindelwald—that provided any feedback.

Dumbledore put away his wand.

"Is he still in Nurmengard?" Dumbledore suddenly asked Isaac.

"Of course, what just appeared here was just an illusion that only I could see."

This is a byproduct of the prophet's development of his prophetic talents.

It only works on prophets.

Isaac gestured to Dumbledore, invitingly: "Would you like to have something to eat, Professor Dumbledore?"

“Of course!” Dumbledore blinked. “I just smelled the beef and apple pie, and I was just thinking about how to subtly mooch a meal from them.”

"You're joking, this was prepared specifically to entertain you."

Isaac discovered that the people in the kitchen and dining room were completely oblivious to Dumbledore's actions.

That wasn't composure born of professionalism, but rather more like they hadn't seen anything at all.

Clearly, Dumbledore used a spell to "shield" them while inspecting the house.

When the last dessert was served, Anthony, as instructed by Isaac, settled the final payment with the chefs and maids.

Then they saw the two teams off.

The presence of these people would only prevent Isaac from speaking freely with Dumbledore.

"Are they all Muggles?" Dumbledore suddenly asked a pointless question.

Isaac nodded, looking completely at ease.

"of course."

"I live here, and my neighbors are all ordinary people, without any surprises."

Oh, so you mean the Muggle you mentioned, Professor.

Before receiving my Hogwarts acceptance letter, I attended a Muggle school.

Anthony is a Muggle too; he'll definitely need help hosting a decent dinner party.

Fortunately, the accounts managed by Anthony are quite substantial, so there's no need to touch my treasury for helping people experience prophecies.

Isaac had nothing to hide from Dumbledore, nor was there any need to.

He's just an 11-year-old kid now, so even if he says something wrong, Merlin will forgive him.

“Oh right, I heard Professor McGonagall mention that you also made a prophecy for a little witch who didn’t even start school, right?”

“That wasn’t really a prophecy,” Isaac laughed along with Dumbledore.

All he saw was that Professor McGonagall would be going to Hermione Granger's house the next day.

Since Professor McGonagall personally took charge, and Hermione was already one of the core trio in Harry Potter, it was a good opportunity.

Their concerns will surely be dispelled after Professor McGonagall's visit.

A small prophecy, a little reasoning, and some ambiguous rhetoric and auspicious words.

This is the main reason why Isaac's stall is so successful in Barnett.

In short, in the eyes of some "long-time customers," Isaac was not some prophet whose words could be prophesied.

He's a really lucky guy.

For some people, prophecy is just superstition and should be avoided.

But if you encounter a lucky and charming young man, who wouldn't want to go up and hear a few kind words and maybe even share in his good fortune?

In business, it's not about giving your customers your best, but about giving them what they need.

After hearing Isaac's business acumen, Dumbledore burst into laughter.

The same prophetic identity, the same gift for foretelling. When Grindelwald was Isaac's age, he was probably already thinking like the president of the International Federation of Wizards.

Dumbledore cannot say that Grindelwald was wrong, because in that era of rapid technological advancement, Muggles were making rapid progress while wizards were stagnating.

This was painful for a prophet like Grindelwald who had his own principles.

Isaac's background and his long-term residence in the wealthy areas of Muggle society destined him to be unable to agree with some of the views put forward by Grindelwald.

However, Dumbledore was aware of his old flame's ability to bewitch people.

Isaac was a good boy, so before he grew up, Dumbledore felt obligated to keep him from being exposed to too much of Grindelwald's extreme ideas.

After Dumbledore finished laughing, he invited Isaac to join him in enjoying the delicious food on the table.

Of all the dishes on the table, Isaac's favorites were the German pork knuckle and sauerkraut.

This stuff, at least, gives Isaac a bit of a taste of home.

In his past life, Isaac was from Northeast China.

After Isaac had finished eating a pork knuckle, Dumbledore suddenly asked casually:

"Isaac, do you know when Gellert left Nurmengard?"

Upon hearing Dumbledore's question, Isaac simply shook his head.

"In fact, I have tried many times to peek into the future of Nurmengard, but unfortunately I have never been able to observe it directly or Gellert himself."

In other words, unless you go to Nurmengard in person.

Otherwise, in a situation like what just happened, Gellert would have to come to me, and I wouldn't be able to find him in the same way.

Isaac was not surprised by this result.

More than a hundred years ago, Gellert Grindelwald became a prophet, and after being imprisoned in Nurmengard by Dumbledore, he never left the house.

In this wizarding world where the older the wizard, the more cunning he becomes, Isaac wouldn't be surprised to find Grindelwald's prophetic abilities amplified to an unprecedented degree.

He showed no signs of frustration whatsoever.

Please, this guy was a ruthless figure who stirred up the entire European magical world back in the day. Countless ministers of magic were made to look like grandsons by Grindelwald.

He's only an 11-year-old kid, isn't it normal that he can't compare to Grindelwald?

So far, Isaac has not found any cheats that allow him to "level up with one click".

This 11-year-old wizard is simply someone with better magical talent and some other special abilities.

Chapter 8: First Steps into Diagon Alley - An Overwhelming Display of Wealth

Isaac and Dumbledore thoroughly enjoyed the meal.

The chef team hired by the old butler Anthony was very professional.

Don't be fooled by the table full of various dishes at the end of the meal; these dishes are made with full reference to Michelin-starred French cuisine standards.

Each dish was served on a large plate and looked exquisite, but they were not very filling.

After just two or three bites, the dish is gone.

Dumbledore reluctantly put down the dessert in his hand; this was his sixth dessert of the night.

After the two left the dining room and returned to the living room, Dumbledore then spoke to Isaac:

"Although I guess you already know how to buy all the school supplies at Diagon Alley, I think it's always better if a parent accompanies you on your first trip to Diagon Alley."

What do you think, Isaac?

"It is my pleasure, Professor Dumbledore."

With nothing to rest on, Dumbledore led Isaac out onto the street outside the house.

"In the magical world, wizards usually travel by knight bus."

"Just stand by the roadside and hold out your wand, and it will appear before you."

Although Dumbledore said this, he did not take out his wand.

Seeing Isaac's puzzled look, Dumbledore winked mischievously.

"Of course, as an aging wizard, I may no longer be able to adapt to the more intense mode of transportation like the Knight Bus."

So Isaac, grab my wrist!

Immediately afterwards, Isaac felt the surroundings suddenly turn dark, and an intense feeling of pressure came from all directions.

His chest felt like it was being constricted by an iron clamp, making it hard to breathe, and his internal organs felt like they were being compressed.

The eyeballs were pushed back into the brain, and the eardrums were pressed deep into the skull.

Only time, Isaac knew that all of this would happen in the blink of an eye.