"Master Patrick!" Professor Winston-Vance grinned, revealing his yellow teeth, "It looks like you're very popular at this school! At this moment, there are at least five pairs of eyes in this room watching you!"

"Really?" Christophe Patrick nodded calmly, without any fluctuation on his face, "I have more......"

The two distinguished guests from Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry spoke so softly that the guests around them couldn't hear each other.

But if they could hear it, they would be surprised—

Because the famous Principal Vance spoke in such a respectful tone when facing an "ordinary" student.

But now, in their eyes, it's just a normal exchange between a pair of teachers and students who have a good relationship-

"Looks like Hogwarts is in danger right now!" Headmaster Vance said as he picked up a glass of Jerez wine and took a sip.

"Oh, how so?" asked Kristof curiously.

"For example, the host of this banquet, the aura he exudes from all over his body is a little unusual!" Vance turned to look straight ahead, looking at Horace-Slughorn, who was chatting beside several guests.

"yes!" Christopher Patrick didn't look up, nor did he turn to look at the Potions teacher.

"And even on a big day like Christmas, Albus Dumbledore, as Headmaster, is not on campus!" Vance continued.

"Oh?" Christophe looked curious, looking curious, "Didn't Albus Dumbledore show up here a few hours ago...... How did you tell he's not on campus right now?"

"That's fake!" Vance snorted, "It's just a not very clever transfiguration, and to be honest, I suspect Dumbledore's magic level has regressed...... Of course, if I hadn't seen this transfiguration fifty years ago, maybe I would have been deceived by it......"

Christophe, who seemed to be choking on a sip of ale, coughed lightly and then changed the subject: "Aren't you still at Durmstrang Castle now, it's a big day like Christmas......"

"I've just received your call, and I'm honored to be here for this Christmas party!" Vance smiled as he nodded at Christophe.

"Dumbledore may be the same!" Christopher said lightly, "He might be attending a Christmas party too!"

......

For the next moment, there seemed to be a brief silence between the two men.

Until Principal Vance took the initiative to speak again: "I don't know how the master is now...... Master Patrick, do you have any whereabouts for him?"

"If you're referring to Master Grindelwald......," Christophe said slowly.

When he said the name, Vance shuddered.

"As far as I know...... Two months ago, he was fishing for salmon on the shores of Lake Baikal...... "Christophe paused: "But now I don't know, maybe ride a sled dog in Alaska......"

"Yes...... Vance seemed to smile with relief on his face.

This is somewhat inconsistent with his notoriety.

"And what is the purpose of your summoning me here?" he wiped the corners of his eyes lightly and looked back at Christophe Patrick, "Honestly, my dull old head is a little too good to guess!"

"It's just a party!" Kristof said calmly, "Come, try the pudding!"

Following the other party's orders, Vance nodded and ate a few pieces of pudding with a smile on his face.

"It tastes good, but it's a little sweeter!" he commented, and as if unintentionally, he said, "And what about Rozier and Frederick, who came to Britain for the Christmas dinner?"

As he spoke, Vance's face changed suddenly.

He seemed to remember something, and his voice instantly became a little pleading: "Master Patrick, if I ask something that I shouldn't ask, I hope you don't take it to heart!"

"Nothing, Vance!" Christophe looked indifferent, "It's not something worth keeping secret...... Rozier had also come to a Christmas dinner, but in London...... As for Frederick, I invited him here so that he could pick up one of our new friends......"

"New friend...... "Headmaster Winston-Vance muttered, the look in the boy's eyes becoming a little strange.

He seemed to pluck up his courage, and then asked, "Lord Patrick, I wish I could take the liberty of asking one last question...... You have inherited the wishes of your master...... Will they inherit their master's ideals?"

To be honest, this seems to be a somewhat esoteric question.

At least for Christopher Patrick.

He looked at the wine glass in his hand for almost five minutes—

After much thought, he calmly said, "Why not?"

......

The chaotic dinner party is finally coming to an end.

It looks like most of the people have eaten and drunk enough.

The sound of music sounded from all directions...... Horace-Slughorn waved his wand, and in the center of the entire banquet hall, a large stage appeared.

A specially hired band is playing wildly on stage.

"When you're full—" Holas-Slughorn's loud voice rang out from the stage, "let's celebrate!"

He then walked up to Professor Sybil Trelawney, bent down toward her, and held out a hand.

Professor Trelawney had several empty beer bottles in front of her, and she got up drunkenly and began dancing with Professor Slughorn.

Pairs of dance partners also began to walk on the stage.

At the same time, there are a few people who can't wait.

"Christopher!"

"Christopher!"

"Christopher Patrick!"

Draco Malfoy was struggling to squeeze through the crowd and trying to get to the long table at the front.

But as soon as he approached it, Malfoy saw several faces that he rather disgusted—

"Potter...... Granger...... Weasley ......," he said in a hoarse voice.

None of the trio seemed to notice him, though, and their eyes were focused on the notorious Principal Durmstrong.

"Principal Vance......" Hermione Granger looked courageous, and she asked the unassuming old man, "Excuse me, where has Mr. Patrick gone?"

"Young man, naturally do what young people should do!" Principal Winston Vance grinned, his yellow teeth a little oozing:

"As soon as Slughorn announced the start of the ball, Christoph went to invite a charming girl to dance......"