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The sky, which had been overcast for several days, showed no signs of clearing up.
The biting north wind was already carrying a chilling dampness, seemingly indicating that Hogwarts' first snowfall of the year was just around the corner.
For energetic young people, a little cold is nothing, but for the elderly, the cold winter is often their biggest enemy.
Even for a wizard as powerful as Albus Dumbledore, the harsh weather was not as harmful as it was to ordinary people, but since the beginning of October, he had been intentionally or unintentionally reducing the time he spent walking around the grounds and preferring to stroll around in the comfort of his office.
With November approaching, the Quidditch Cup for the new school year is about to begin.
Even though the game "Misty Boulder" invented by Ares consumed the young wizards' energy, Quidditch is still an important symbol of the world's magical civilization, and it is unlikely that it can be replaced.
Standing in front of the carved wooden window inside the small tower, Dumbledore saw several young men in scarlet jerseys braving the cold wind, brooms tucked under their arms, timidly running into the Quidditch pitch, and then taking to the sky under his gaze.
Perhaps it was their courage in the face of such a harsh environment that Dumbledore's calm face showed a hint of a smile.
His deep blue eyes followed the young people who were soaring through the sky like fish in water, and his wandering gaze inadvertently caught a swaying black dot under the low, heavy clouds.
The black dot then replaced the group of young people as the focus of Dumbledore's attention.
A greyish-brown owl landed precisely on the windowsill, raising its right leg that held the letter.
"Ah, thank you—"
Taking down the letter, Dumbledore smiled at the owl waiting to be fed. "Want some cockroaches... Bee Duke's new product?"
The owl blinked a few times, glared at Dumbledore, and then spread its wings and plunged back into the cold wind.
"Oh, what a pity, I personally think this candy is definitely worth trying."
"I can't believe it," Dumbledore said regretfully, and closed the window.
"Where did this letter come from, Dumbledore?"
On the wall, one of the Black family's ancestors watched with great interest as Dumbledore strolled back to his seat, his brow furrowed as he read a letter.
"That's rude!"
Armando Dippert's rebuke sparked a wave of condemnation. A former Hogwarts headmaster, along with another, began yelling at Phineas.
"You can't speak to the current headmaster of Hogwarts like that!"
The renowned Delis de Winter shouted, "Insolence!"
"I didn't mean any disrespect!"
The rebukes came crashing down like a tidal wave, even Phineas Black was finding it hard to bear. He tugged at his goatee, his stern face flushed, "I'm just concerned...you understand, folks, some things have been quite unusual lately...I just wanted to offer Headmaster Dumbledore some advice!"
"Thank you for your kindness, Principal Blake."
Dumbledore put down the letter and calmly ended the commotion, saying, "You're right, I do need some inspiration."
Phineas surveyed his colleagues with the eyes of a victor, and finally looked down at Dumbledore... who was leaning back in his chair, his head tilted back as if looking at the room's dome, and no one could see his expression.
"Um, cough cough—"
Phineas Black cleared his throat. "So, Headmaster Dumbledore, is there any noteworthy new information?"
"According to my previous information, Delfino took the Knight Bus from Diagon Alley to a place last weekend... A friend in the Department of Magical Transportation helped me find out that he went to a Muggle village in Devonshire."
"A Muggle village?"
Phineas asked with great interest, "What's so special about that place?"
"That was where Nico and his wife lived in seclusion."
Dumbledore said.
"Nico Flamel..."
After an awkward silence, Armando Dupette said sternly, "That young man is just fooling around. How dare he disturb Le Maire's peace and quiet?"
"I think Delfino probably didn't see Lemaître."
Dumbledore's tone remained calm and even. "Nicole has been staying in Beauxbatons recently, contributing his remaining energy to the preservation of the ancient magical art of alchemy."
"That's why I said that young man was just fooling around!"
Armando Dippert said angrily, "When I was alive, I had the privilege of meeting Nicolas Flamel once... He was undoubtedly a respected alchemist, both in his alchemical skills and in his character... How dare he be so reckless..."
"That one from Nurmengard..."
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Delis de Winter glanced at Armando and asked in a more cautious and gentle tone, "During that time..."
"According to the letter I received this Tuesday from the International Federation of Wizards."
Dumbledore said in a light tone, "The administrators in charge of the movements in Nurmengard swore to me with their lives that Grindelwald did not, not even for a second, leave Nurmengard."
"A mysterious person..."
An elderly headmaster named Evra was panting.
"The Dark Mark on Severus's arm is proof to us that Voldemort is still imprisoned between life and death."
Dumbledore raised his hand and removed his glasses, gently rubbing his brow.
Now, all the headmasters in the picture frames fell silent. The vast office was filled only with Dumbledore's soliloquy: "Without his wand, Delphinus's spellcasting abilities would undoubtedly be somewhat limited, but this limitation does not include his judgment..."
Based on the clues we have so far, Delfino apparently got into a fight with someone on that runaway train... He wasn't familiar with the wizard, but he clearly believed that the wizard's magic... was no less than mine... That makes things very interesting.
"What's so interesting, Headmaster Dumbledore?"
Blake remembered his lesson and asked politely.
"Regarding the wizard who fought with Delfino, first of all, my long-time employees have been excluded."
Dumbledore said, "We all know that Quirrell and the current Voldemort cannot make Delphinor fight at full strength, and Grindelwald is still atoning for his past crimes..."
As for Nico, his vast knowledge is admirable, but his physical condition... frankly, he poses less of a threat to Delfino than Quirrell...
"Could you explain... uh one?"
Phineas squeezed to the side of the picture frame, trying to get a better look at Dumbledore's expression. "In a more accessible way?"
"Grindelwald is imprisoned in Nurmengard, and Voldemort... It is generally believed in the wizarding world that he is dead, but some wiser people believe that Voldemort is not dead, but has only temporarily lost his magic... I believe Delphinor is a well-informed wizard, and there is no better information he could have than this."
Dumbledore sighed softly, a deep doubt lurking within him. "If there really was a powerful wizard on the train at the time, that wizard was clearly in disguise..."
Delfino might not be able to find Voldemort's hiding place, but he certainly knew Gettler was in Nurmengard... but... instead of visiting Nurmengard, he thought Nicole might be the mysterious wizard who attacked him?
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