But Gael... is still hanging up there.
Dumbledore pulled out a candy jar from somewhere, and this time it wasn't filled with cockroach clusters but orange candies—seemingly with a creamy center, probably orange-flavored candies.
While eating candy, he leisurely waved at Gellert who was suspended from the ceiling, making him grit his teeth in anger while looking at him.
"Would you like a piece of candy?" Dumbledore asked with a smile, "This is the latest orange C cream candy from Duke Honey—oh Gael, how did you know, I am now a major shareholder of Duke Honey!"
"Who asked you!" Gellert weakly said.
Dumbledore chuckled, again picking up a piece of candy and asked, "Then, Senior Grindelwald, may I inquire why I didn't notice the magic spell hidden on the robe? Oh, please forgive my curiosity."
This time he didn't say "an old man," because flaunting seniority in front of a senior was clearly not a wise move.
"Because those without ancient magic talent, no matter how hard they try, cannot perceive traces of ancient magic," Vivi said softly.
"I have a few more questions," Dumbledore looked at Harry, "Is this Harry in front of me the one from a hundred years ago or Lily and James's son?"
"He is the Harry from a hundred years ago, and also Lily and James's son," Vivi lightly sighed, "Because Lily sacrificed herself, she planted a Love Spell on Harry, causing him to travel back to a hundred years ago at Hogwarts—if I remember correctly, he should have started from the first grade."
"There's actually such a thing?" Dumbledore asked in amazement.
"Yes, speaking of Harry's mom... Lily Evans, right?" Vivi reached out and ruffled Harry's messed-up hair, saying with concern, "She was fifteen when she accidentally entered the Map Secret Room... At that time, I was just a portrait in the Map Secret Room."
"Wasn't there supposed to be three professors in the Map Secret Room?" Dumbledore frowned, "They are Principal Fitzgerald, Professor Lachham, and Professor Luke Wood, this is what Lily told me."
"Because my surname is Grindelwald, Professor Dumbledore," Vivi said, humming slightly, "In Lily's view, you defeated my brother, inevitably having some prejudice towards me, Gellert Grindelwald's sister, so she concealed this information."
"So that's how it is." Dumbledore nodded slightly.
"Lily was a genius witch, but she..." Vivi said this, somewhat wistfully, "She was also a bit obstinate."
"Why do you say that?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.
"No matter how much we tried to persuade her, she wouldn't learn any Dark Magic—mind you, it was Voldemort's rampaging era back then, furthermore, the inheritor of ancient magic would not be affected," Vivi said softly, "But I still have to acknowledge her noble character."
"So Lily learned the spells from you?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes, at that time... we had no other option, it was too late to learn any spell temporarily," Vivi said somewhat regretfully, "If she could have taken up the responsibility, realized her position at... never mind, it's all in the past now."
She stilled the urge to speak ill behind the back of her future mother-in-law.
"What about Harry then?" Dumbledore looked at Harry, "Oh... perhaps I should call you senior, no wonder Phineas is always so mysterious, turns out you were his student back then..."
"Yes, Harry once used Polyjuice Potion to transform into Phineas's likeness, announcing in the hall to permanently change all decorations to Gryffindor's theme,"
Vivi said this, seemingly recalling that joyful time, she couldn't help but smile.
"That really infuriated Phineas, Vivi," Harry also laughed, "Oh, he was indeed exasperated, even deducted a hundred points from Gryffindor."
Dumbledore tried to imagine the scene from then, couldn't help but laugh.
"Oh my, I can't imagine how exasperated Phineas must have been," he winked at Senior and Senior, saying with a smile, "But I really think Phineas wasn't a qualified principal, I actually disliked him as a student myself."
Vivi and Harry exchanged looks, fully agreeing with Dumbledore.
"Thus, we are friends." They both said together.
As long as you dislike Phineas Black, then you are our friend!
The candy in Dumbledore's hand fell to the ground with a click.
However, without giving him much time to think, Vivi suddenly said, "Then, it's time to discuss compensation details, Mr. Principal."
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