Starting from the Legacy of Hogwarts, he transformed into the Dark Lord.

"What are your thoughts, Sarkhod, on what happened in the Slytherin common room?"

Dumbledore changed the subject, and the atmosphere reached a tense peak after the words Azkaban and Death Eaters were casually mentioned.

He didn't really doubt that Sark would know about this. The guy was a prophet, and he came to Hogwarts seeking refuge because he had seen something. It was normal for him to know some secret things. As Grindelwald's close friend, Dumbledore had witnessed and heard some very strange things that were eventually proven true.

The three deans present were all insiders; Snape was one of their former students, so they were naturally quite familiar with what happened back then.

However, Snape was able to get rid of the Death Eater charges and come to Hogwarts because Dumbledore vouched for him, and he even became a Potions teacher.

But judging from Snape's behavior over the years, he is not a good person. At least, they would not say the things Snape said to the students. His low character is obvious to all, but as colleagues, they just can't say it.

"view?"

Sacco pursed his lips. "The only time I've had contact with Slytherin is during Potions class in the morning. I've only been at Hogwarts for two days, and I don't know anyone."

"What does it matter to me if they like to eat feces?"

"If you suspect I used Polyjuice Potion to transform into Snape and lure people into a cesspool, is Polyjuice Potion really that rare? As far as I know, some people brewed it themselves in their first year. The school brews this potion; there must be at least eighty or a hundred, right?"

"Just as Professor Flitwick said before, the Slytherins behaved despicably and had a terrible reputation in the school. This is their retribution."

"I even heard two jokes."

"The first one is—British cuisine is the best in the world."

Hearing this, Dumbledore couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. As a hundred-year-old Englishman, he couldn't stand this kind of thing: "That's very funny."

"The second one is—Slytherin is upright and kind, and never produces dark wizards."

"The person who came up with this joke should apologize to Hufflepuff."

Professor Sprout pursed his lips, looking rather unhappy, because it was common knowledge that Hufflepuffs were upright and kind, and very few people would choose the path of dark wizards.

"There's another point—Professor Dumbledore, although you've given me a glimpse into my wonderful date with Rachel a dozen minutes ago, Legilimency itself is a very unreasonable thing."

Sark's gaze returned to Dumbledore's face: "I escaped from hell. I've lost count of how many times they've used Legilimency on me. So, even though your methods are very sophisticated, I still discovered it, even though I'm not very good at Occlumency yet."

True masters of brain-closing techniques don't act like "you can't see my thoughts at all," but rather pretend to think "oh no, you've seen through me." In reality, the fabricated false memories are so real that they can't be detected at all.

Dumbledore has fallen into this trap.

"I understand your skepticism," Sarco said softly, looking at the somewhat embarrassed Dumbledore. "So, would you like me to remind you of that summer in Godric's Hollow in 1899?"

"I apologize for everything I've done, Mr. Sakho."

Dumbledore sincerely apologized, without any airs of a great wizard. After all, his little trick had been caught red-handed. A man who could be called the White Lord might not necessarily have a heart as white as his clothes. He certainly remembered the summer of 1899; it was a day that would be etched in history—for him and Grindelwald.

"You are the headmaster. Hogwarts saved my life, and you, who allowed me to enroll, also saved me. Therefore, I am willing to have the greatest goodwill for Hogwarts and for you. I hope that the school and you will not let down this sincere gratitude."

"Just this once, okay? This has nothing to do with me, let's end it here."

"I swear there will be no next time, and this has nothing to do with you."

Dumbledore nodded, having once again confirmed Sarko's identity as a prophet. He couldn't help but feel a little helpless about this guy with such a talent. But if it weren't for his actions just now, Sarko wouldn't have pointed out 1899. Dumbledore didn't doubt that this guy probably knew more. Prophets are all a bunch of lunatics, including Grindelwald.

"Keep the gold safe." Dumbledore sighed, waved his wand, and hundreds of thousands of Galleons flew back into Sarkor's backpack. "Professor Snape does indeed have a lot to improve in his teaching. I will strictly supervise him and make him correct his mistakes."

"But it's not appropriate to suddenly change professors at the beginning of the semester. I hope you can give him a chance to correct his mistake."

Dumbledore's tone softened. After all, this kid in front of him really had the ability to throw money at Snape and get him into Azkaban. It was just Snape's foul mouth and messy deeds that were to blame. Snape's own mess was so tainted that it couldn't be washed away. Dumbledore didn't think Snape was a good person either; he just thought he could control him. Besides, he had just mentioned the word "Death Eaters," which was already an open secret.

"What about the apology he should have given me?"

Sarkho nodded slightly to Dumbledore, then looked at Snape to the side. "This is the bare minimum, not too much to ask, right?"

"I think this is a reasonable request, Severus. Your previous actions were too impulsive."

Under the watchful eyes of the other three house heads and Dumbledore, Snape, however unwilling and resentful he may be, had no choice but to bow his head and swallow his pride.

"I apologize for what happened before, Mr. Sarko."

He spoke coldly, his voice devoid of any warmth, like a hibernating snake, radiating deathly stillness.

"I hope this is the first and last time. If there is a next time, even if Professor Dumbledore pleads for leniency, I will not stop here."

Sakho said softly, then looked at Professor McGonagall beside him.

"Thank you for your help, Professor McGonagall. Otherwise, I have no doubt that he was cursing me when he kicked down my dorm room door."

"Perhaps building a challenging maze that requires courage and the application of one's skills would provide Gryffindor students with a place to put their skills to the test."

A pile of gold flew out of Sakho's pocket and was neatly stacked on the ground like a small mountain.

"Thank you for what you said, Professor Flitwick. You were absolutely right. The trouble Slytherin caused is their own problem to clean up."

"Perhaps in addition to immersing themselves in the ocean of knowledge, Ravenclaw students also need a training ground where they can put their knowledge into practice and turn their wonderful ideas into reality."

Another pile of Galleons fell, piling up behind Professor Flitwick.

"Thank you, Professor." Sacco bent down, reached out and hugged Professor Sprout, kissing her cheek. "Thank you for speaking up for me and standing in front of me. I'm really happy to be in Hufflepuff."

"Perhaps you could build a few more greenhouses? I heard your beloved plants are running out of space?"

A cluster of even taller Garonne Mountains was stacked up.

"Oh, and this bottle of Felix Felicis, perhaps it could be given as a reward to outstanding students?"

Sacco took out several smaller glass jars and divided the Felix Felicis into smaller portions. Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick each received a quarter of the amount, and the rest went to Professor Sprout.

"Perhaps you could try watering your flowers with Felix Felicis? You might grow something amazing."

Without giving them a chance to refuse, Sakho finished giving out the gifts, waved, and turned to leave.

He didn't care about money at all, and the way he gave away top-grade potions so readily earned him a solid reputation among those present.

But it's definitely not because they're stupid and have too much money.