“Only one? What a pity…”

Dumbledore’s eyes flashed with disappointment when he heard there was only one. He looked at Harley and then said to Chen Yu, “Will Harley only be able to be a girl from now on? It seems I’ll need to adjust her dormitory next semester. Living in a dormitory with a group of boys won’t do. I’ll ask Professor McGonagall to arrange it.”

Chen Yu scratched his head and said awkwardly, “As far as I know, ‘Purken Law Warriors’ only transform to fight when they encounter enemies. However, because ‘Purken Law Warriors’ must be female, this is why Harley’s gender changed when he fought Lord Voldemort.”

“Logically, the Oath Ring should come with an ‘Internal Organ Doll’ as an advisor to assist Harley, allowing him to understand the function of the Oath Ring more quickly. But I don’t have that kind of doll, so he can only change back when Harley figures out the transformation function of the Oath Ring himself.”

“What? There’s still hope to change back!”

Hearing Chen Yu, Harley immediately perked up, staring intently at the metal bracelet on her wrist, wanting to go back immediately and figure it out.

“Purken Law Warrior? It sounds like ‘warrior’ in German. A warrior among warriors, could it be a magical item created in Germany?”

Dumbledore stared at the Oath Ring on Harley’s hand, a thoughtful expression in his eyes.

Then Dumbledore and Chen Yu discussed other matters. Dumbledore noticed that Harley was in low spirits, so he had to hastily conclude the meeting and then subtly gave them the boot.

Chen Yu and Harley stood up, bowed slightly to Professor Dumbledore, and then left the office.

The moment the Headmaster’s office door closed, all the sleeping former Headmasters on the wall opened their eyes and quickly began to discuss.

“That Little Wizards named Chen Yu is lying!” Headmaster Phineas Nigellus Black shouted loudly, “I’ve never heard of ‘Astral Projection,’ a magic specifically for separating body and soul. If such magic existed, we couldn’t possibly not have heard of it!”

“Thank you for your reminder, Phineas,” Dumbledore replied softly, “In fact, I’ve also never heard of this group of female warriors called Purken Law in Germany.”

“Albus, we are a bit confused.” Headmaster Euphrasia Mole also spoke up, “We have been quietly observing this child. He always pulls out various magical items that don’t fit his identity and can use those strange spells. We have never heard of a place called Kamar-Taj in the East.”

“Furthermore, we also watched the battle a few hours ago. The items that child used against Fluffy far exceeded the creations of Muggle in this world.”

“Not to mention this power to expel souls, I always feel that the magic system he uses is not from this world at all.”

“That’s not important.” Dumbledore stood up, stroking Fawkes, who was already asleep behind him, and continued, “Although there are many suspicious points about him, he is indeed a good child, isn’t he? Everyone has their own secrets, and digging too deep will only cause resentment. I just need to ensure he doesn't go astray.”

“As you know, the song of the phoenix has magic. It can bring courage to those with pure hearts and release fear in those with dirty hearts.”

“You also saw how Lord Voldemort reacted to Fawkes’s cry, and how these two children, Harley and Chen Yu, reacted. We cannot fear the unknown; we must teach them love and tolerance. Blindly driving away and fearing will only create a third Dark Lord!”

At this moment, Dumbledore was like a majestic Lion King patrolling his territory, his authoritative gaze sweeping across the portraits of the former Headmasters.

All the portraits on the wall stopped speaking, as if agreeing with Dumbledore’s statement.

Dumbledore’s gaze calmed down, and he slowly explained to the portraits of the past Headmasters, “I am already an old man over a hundred years old, and I have long lost the drive of my youth. Perhaps in a few years, I will be hung up to accompany you all. I only hope to eliminate Lord Voldemort now and atone for the mistakes I once made.”

“The era always belongs to the young. Whatever secrets Chen Yu has, they are his own business and have nothing to do with us.”

“Moreover, everything he has done has been beneficial to Hogwarts, hasn’t it…?”

Seeing all the Headmasters return to silence, Dumbledore sat back down behind his desk, a mirror now in his hand.

Dumbledore lightly tapped the mirror. After a while, the mirror surface glowed, reflecting an extremely old, gaunt, and weathered face.

This old man was Nicolas Flamel, the renowned Alchemist and creator of the Philosopher's Stone.

“Albus, why do you have time to contact me again recently?” Nicolas said with a smile, “Could it be that the almost abandoned Philosopher's Stone has caught a fish?”

“Of course, and a big one.” Dumbledore replied with a smile, “Lord Voldemort has appeared, unexpectedly possessing Quirinus’s body, attempting to steal the Philosopher's Stone.”

“Oh?” Nicolas Flamel raised an eyebrow and said, “I imagine he must have failed, right? And suffered a great loss, otherwise you wouldn’t be contacting me so calmly.”

“That’s right. My students Harley and Chen Yu stopped Lord Voldemort, and even allowed Fawkes to find an opportunity to destroy Lord Voldemort’s main soul. Now it will take him a longer time to resurrect, which gives me more time to prepare.”

“Harley I know, the ‘Savior’ of the Wizarding World. Chen Yu? Is he that mysterious Eastern youth you mentioned in the mirror before, the one you couldn’t see through? I remember you said the magical plant seeds called Senzu Beans that were sent over came from him.”

Nicolas Flamel continued to say with a chuckle, “Thank him for me. Perenelle and I each ate half of that Senzu Bean, replenishing half of our magic. Although that Senzu Bean cannot cure diseases, it restored most of our vitality and magic, allowing our withered bodies to maintain a certain state of health.”

“At first, my wife and I thought we would die in agony not long after giving up the Philosopher's Stone. I never expected to still have a peaceful old age. Today, I even ate a small dish Perenelle made, which is a very rare occurrence.”

“Albus, if you have the chance, please thank him for me. I have a few Alchemy notebooks that I no longer use. Please give them to him as a gift for allowing my wife and me to enjoy our old age. I beg you.”

Dumbledore was about to say something more when another knock came from the door.

Dumbledore had no choice but to interrupt his conversation with Nicolas Flamel.

After putting away the mirror, Dumbledore cleared his throat twice, allowing the knocker to enter.

“Severus, why are you here again?”

Dumbledore was a little surprised to see Snape enter.

Snape didn’t waste words and went straight to the point. He pulled out a very exquisite-looking triangular Muggle item, threw it on the table, and said, “This is a Muggle item I found in the place guarded by Fluffy, which had a Confundo cast on it. I think there’s something wrong with it, so I brought it over for you to see.”

Hearing Snape’s reply, Dumbledore began to fiddle with the miniature triangular projector: “Don’t tell me, this thing is quite exquisite. But what do these buttons mean?”

Dumbledore pointed to the buttons labeled “Previous Episode,” “Pause,” “Next Episode,” and “Project.”

He pressed a few times, and as the projection mode opened, a ghostly image of Lord Voldemort’s large face appeared above the miniature triangular projector.

It startled Dumbledore.

Dumbledore almost pulled out his wand in fright.

Composing himself, Dumbledore let out a sigh of relief: “So it’s just an image? I almost thought Lord Voldemort had really come back to life!”

The well-traveled Dumbledore immediately recognized the function of this Muggle item, noting its similarity to the moving pictures in newspapers.

But to calm his nerves, Dumbledore still took a sip of juice.

After all, eating so many sweet cockroach clusters and talking for so long, it was normal to feel thirsty.

The problem was, Dumbledore shouldn’t have been drinking juice at that moment.

Immediately, the projection screen zoomed out.

Lord Voldemort pulled open his cloak, revealing his pale thighs in black stockings and black boots, and began to twist his body to the sudden music.

“Pfft!”

The sudden sauciness almost twisted Dumbledore’s old waist.

Dumbledore, at his age, had never seen such a sight and immediately spat out the juice he was drinking to calm his nerves.

Looking at the image of Lord Voldemort posing seductively, and then at the expressionless Snape, Dumbledore felt his brain tremble.

Taking a deep breath, he said to Snape with extreme seriousness, “Severus, tell me honestly, did you look at the content inside beforehand?”

“Yes, I can’t be the only one who’s blind.”

“Give this to Minerva and let her study it too. I suspect there might be a conspiracy set by Lord Voldemort inside. And for the other professors, you decide what to do.”

“Okay, no problem… Where’s Harley?”

“Gone!”

“Oh, then I’ll leave.”