"Would you like to drink something, William? Want a glass of chilled lemon juice? The headmaster did not immediately answer William's words.

"I don't really like this, thank you, professor, I brought it myself."

William pulled out a bottle of Butterbeer from his magic bag, and until he figured out the situation, he wouldn't casually treat Dumbledore like a kind old man next door.

Eating and drinking in the principal's office at will?

Aren't you afraid to spit out truth?

This colorless and odorless potion can be blended into any kind of liquid, and it cannot be detected at all, and there is no residue of the potion after use.

Although he knew that this was the first time the two met, Lao Deng should not be so mad. But William had too many secrets for him to know.

In fact, from the moment he entered the door, William ran the Occlumency Technique, firmly protecting the secrets in his mind from Dumbledore's wanton prying eyes.

Although this is more of a self-soothing thing and has no use.

After all, he was facing the greatest white wizard of the century, and as long as Dumbledore wanted to, he could easily break through the weak defense line in William's mind.

But Dumbledore probably wouldn't have used such brutal methods.

After all, he should only be a little worried about himself now, and at most he is a little wary of his own family, because the reputation of the Friedrich family is indeed not good.

But there was no reason for him to risk offending a legendary magical family to spy on the in William's head.

Moreover, isn't Grindelwald, the last Dark Lord and Dumbledore's old lover, a German?

By the way, I've never heard my father talk about Grindelwald. Wait until Christmastime to go back and ask him.

Thinking of this, William stopped his thoughts, so as not to let his thoughts diverge too much, because divergent thoughts would affect the effect of Occlumency.

"Alright then, do you want something to eat? Don't know if you like honey cake or not? “

"No, thank you, Professor, I was so full just now that I can't eat anything this time."

Dumbledore snapped his fingers, "Please give me a glass of chilled lemon juice, and a honey cake with more sugar." ”

A glass of lemon juice and a cake wrapped in thick icing appeared on the long table in front of him.

"When you become a principal, you always have some benefits, William."

Dumbledore playfully spoke to William, and he scooped a large mouthful of cake with a spoon and brought it to his mouth, and the sugar liquid on the cake kept dripping onto the plate, making William look a little startled.

Merlin is on top, this is too sweet, isn't there such a thing as diabetes in the wizarding world?

Dumbledore smacked his lips in satisfaction, and he looked up at William again, still smiling kindly.

"I sense you've been nervous since you came in, William. Am I that scary? He smiled kindly at William.

"After all, I'm dealing with the greatest white wizard of this century, and it's not so much fear as awe."

"Don't say that, I'm far from worthy of the title of the greatest white wizard, I'm just an ordinary bad old man."

You're, Dumbledore. Bad old man, have you ever seen a bad old man with such strong magic?

William didn't feel Dumbledore's use of the Dementor on him, so he muttered to himself without hesitation.

Under his magical perception, Dumbledore at this distance was like a dazzling golden sun.

The aura formed by the powerful magic even made William's head tingle faintly, and he quickly retracted his perception and stopped this temptation, and the extremely uncomfortable feeling in his mind slowly subsided.

"Excellent magic perception! You know what, William. I can't do this kind of excellent perception at your age, and in fact, I was far less good than you are now. ”

Sure enough, this undisguised perception couldn't hide Dumbledore at all. However, he didn't care about William's temptation, but showed an appreciative smile to William.

"In all the years I've been headmaster, you've probably been the most gifted little wizard I've ever met. Do you know Tom Marvolo Riddle? ”

William nodded, he drew his wand, and with a slight wave of his hand, the smoke from the silverware on the table quickly changed in the air to form a full spell of Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Then William waved his wand again, and the letters rearranged in the air into one sentence: I am Voldemort.

"He's the guy who can't be named in the UK, mystery man, right? Voldemort, fly away from death, hehe. ”

"No wonder Filius likes you so much, William, your control of magic is really excellent. I've seen too many adult wizards who can't even control a simple levitation charm.

You should still be on the verge of casting a wandless spell, right? ”

With the help of William's wand of mysterious origin, his manipulation of magic can be said to be increasingly sophisticated.

But William didn't rely too much on the wand, because he always had a cautious attitude towards things of unknown origin, which were not his own power.

He bought a new wand from Ollivander and used it as practice. Now William, even if he uses other wands, he can still maintain good control.

You must know that a wizard's ability to control magic directly affects the precision and ingenuity of casting spells.

For example, with the same raging fire, William could only successfully release this spell, emitting a flame that could control the size and temperature of the flame at most.

Professor Flitwick is different, and under his masterful control, a fire spell can be conjured by the professor in countless different ways.

Continuous, intermittent squirting, gathering and compressing the flames into one large fireball, or into an infinite number of smaller fireballs, and even the Professor can manipulate the flames and shape them into an eagle made of fire.

And the use of the impact charm, the professor is almost playing with William's spell, and sometimes William is wondering, who is the inventor of the impact charm?

Is it himself or Professor Flitwick?

Out of the preconceived impression of a spell, William was knocked to the ground in this way more than once when he practiced dueling with Professor Flitwick.

Merlin is on it, have you ever seen a disarming charm that can bend?

William was envious of the professor's excellent arm-driven control. Suffice it to say that the degree to which a wizard manipulates magic determines the upper limit of what a wizard can achieve.

"Well, but I'm new to wandless spellcasting, and it's hard to even use some simple little spells right now."

In fact, William didn't tell Dumbledore the truth, and now William is already a beginner in casting spells without a wand.

Especially the impact charm, which William was most familiar with, and he could now skillfully cast it without using his wand.

As for why not tell Dumbledore?

To be a man and do things, you have to hide some hole cards.

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