Back on the surface, Fang Yan realized that he had been underground for nearly two months. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 While lamenting the passage of time like water, Fang Yan is also glad that he is in a world with magical existence.

Many of the reasons that could not be fulfilled in words in the Overworld have become the norm in this world.

In the study of the manor, Fang Yan held a letter and read it carefully. On the table in front of him, there was a thick stack of the same envelopes.

After a long time, Fang Yan finally put down the letter in his hand, but his face showed a thoughtful look.

During the two months of the dialect retreat for the promotion ceremony, in addition to the old Tom, Alice, Qiu Zhang and other relatives and friends came to greet him, the Malfoy family, with whom he had some cooperation agreements, also sent a few letters. The one that Fang Yan had just put down in his hand was one of them.

"Death Eaters......"

There was a slight mutter, and the dialect seemed to be thinking about something. But soon, the look in his eyes was fixed: with his current strength, he really didn't need to scruple so much.

With a soft bang, Fang Yan reached out and pulled open the drawer, taking a blank piece of letter paper and pen from it.

Rustle rustle......

As the dialect unscrewed the cap of the pen and leaned over the table, the characters began to jump on the paper, which was pleasing to the eye.

However, unlike the fancy fonts commonly used by Western aristocrats, the handwriting of the dialect reveals a simple comfort, which is as refreshing as the early morning in summer and the afternoon sun in winter.

It may have been that the letter to be replied to was not long, and it did not take long for Fang Yan to stop writing, pick up the letter paper, gently dry the ink, and put it in an envelope.

"The Dark Devil—"

Fang Yan suddenly raised his voice and called out the door.

There was silence outside the door for a moment, but soon a slightly ethereal voice came:

"Master, do you have any orders?"

Floating in with the sound was the slightly illusory figure of the ghost butler.

Looking at the ghost in front of him, dressed in a standard Western-style butler uniform, Fang Yan's eyes couldn't help but reveal a touch of satisfaction and bad taste.

Soul golems are all ghost bodies, belonging to illusory spirit lifeforms, so the clothes on the exterior of their bodies are all conjured with the power of souls. Generally speaking, when ghosts transform their outward clothing, they will unconsciously choose the clothes they wear most often during their lifetime.

For example, the previous Dark Devil was dressed the same as Voldemort before his death, and he used to put himself under a wide wizarding robe.

However, after Fang Yan had a whim and was ready to train the black devil as a housekeeper, the black devil changed into the current standard butler uniform under his mandatory order.

Not to mention, the black devil who changed into a butler's uniform looked much more pleasing to the eye than the eerie devil style before.

Of course, dialects will not admit that this is simply a matter of "appearance". In fact, with the dark devil's handsome face, which is ninety percent similar to Voldemort's youth, no matter what he wears, he is much more durable than the average person.

"Ahem-" Retracting his suddenly drifting thoughts, Fang Yan coughed lightly twice as if he were a little hidden, and then handed over the ink-stained envelope in his hand under the dark devil's respectful gaze.

"Go find an owl and deliver this letter to Malfoy Manor!"

"And remember, look for an owl that looks ordinary, the kind that doesn't attract attention."

The dialect whispered carefully, and the black devil listened attentively.

And when it came to sending the letter to Malfoy Manor, Fang Yan also made a point to observe the expression of the dark devil, and the result made him very satisfied.

After hearing the name Malfoy, the dark devil did not have the slightest fluctuation in his soul fluctuations...... If it weren't for the fact that Fang Yan knew that he had most of Voldemort's memories, he would have thought that he had heard this name for the first time.

"Looks like I'm too careful!"

Fang Yan watched the figure of the black devil leave, and said silently in his heart.

The strength has been improved again, so that Fang Yan's heart has a lot of confidence, and some goals that have been in the plan are now in his opinion, but they can already start the layout in advance.

……

Two days later, one afternoon, outside the gates of Hogwarts Castle, a strangely shaped carriage slowly approached from afar, and then stopped not far from the castle gates.

"Master, it's time to get there!"

The dark devil's slightly ethereal voice came from outside the carriage into the ears of a dialect with his eyes slightly closed and in a pensive state.

Inside the carriage, Fang Yan, who had been awakened from his contemplation, couldn't help frowning slightly, but he quickly reacted.

"Hogwarts has arrived?"

Without waiting for the black devil who was acting as a groom outside the carriage to answer, Fang Yan jumped off the carriage with quick movements.

Oh, and the towering castle towers not far away clearly tell the dialect that the destination of his trip has arrived.

Looking at the environment in front of him, which was very familiar in his memory, Fang Yan's brows couldn't help but raise slightly, and a trace of emotion suddenly flashed in his eyes.

According to the time in this world, he has only been away from Hogwarts for less than a year, but whether it is strength or mentality, he has undergone earth-shaking changes.

In the past, it was necessary to deliberately avoid Dumbledore, but today, the dialect has been able to officially confront Dumbledore as a collaborator.

This is not a big change!

……

However, if the dialect was able to slowly accept the process because of his experience in other worlds, then Dumbledore, who was sitting opposite him at the moment, felt even more surprised and absurd in his heart.

But the powerful momentum on Fang Yan's body, which had not yet been completely contained, made him have to believe that the young man in front of him really had a strength that was not inferior to him and Voldemort at their peak.

In this way, he had to consider the truth of what the dialect had just said.

The old headmaster rested his hands on the table in front of him, and pondered without saying a word.

The atmosphere in the principal's office fell silent for a moment.

Fang Yan was not in a hurry, he believed that with Dumbledore's knowledge and experience, he could judge what to do was the best choice for the current situation.

The White Wizard, who can suppress the Dark Lord for two terms, not only has great strength, but also has no shortage of political vision and scheming methods.

Sitting on the chair for a long time, the dialect didn't care how complicated Dumbledore's expression was, only to see him take the black tea in his hand with a relaxed expression and sniff it gently, and only after making sure that there were no special condiments such as "truth spitting" in it, he took a sip with confidence.

But in the next second, Fang Yan regretted his move a little.

"Poof...... Ahem! ”

I don't know what Dumbledore added to this cup of black tea, but as soon as he entered his mouth, a rich and greasy sweetness filled the taste buds of the dialect in an instant. His face became very exciting in an instant.

"Damn, how did you forget Dumbledore's weird taste!"

Fang Yan's heart was full of regret, but in Dumbledore's questioning eyes, he had to force a smile and burst out of his mouth: "Your taste...... It's really unique! ”

"Hehe, when people get older, the taste will always become heavier." I don't know if it's an illusion, but Fang Yan seems to feel like he sees a hint of tease in Dumbledore's eyes. "But I've always thought that sweetness is the best taste in the world."

"Especially when thinking about problems, eating a piece of dessert makes my brain easier."

Dumbledore said with a smile as he picked up a piece of candy in the shape of a cockroach from the plate on the table and tossed it into his mouth.

Let's go!

Dialect confirmed that he had heard correctly, and the cockroach-shaped candy had called out twice as it entered Dumbledore's mouth, and its writhing body looked like it was alive.

Suppressing the churning of his stomach, Fang Yan quickly looked away.

"Do you want to try it?" Dumbledore pushed the plate with the candy in the direction of the dialect and asked inquiringly.

Fang Yan shook his head decisively and refused. He thinks that his aesthetic is barely normal, and he really can't accept this kind of "chic" dessert candy.

What's more, although the sweetness is really good, he also likes sweetness more than saltiness, and he is barely a "sweet party". But a level of sweetness like Dumbledore's liking probably goes beyond the category of "sweet".

Even Fang Yan had some malicious speculation in his heart, whether Dumbledore's sense of taste had degraded and become dull, so he had to use such a heavy sweetness to satisfy his needs.

Dumbledore didn't know how Fang Yan slandered him in his heart, and when he saw Fang Yan shake his head, he thought he didn't like his desserts, and sighed with some regret.

However, although his dessert to sell to the dialect was not recognized, after such a break, the atmosphere between the two became much more relaxed, and it was no longer as solemn as before.

For Dumbledore as a person, the perception of dialects was complicated.

In Dumbledore, there are many factors that do not please him, such as liking calculating people, being too suspicious, and so on.

But it is undeniable that Dumbledore did what he said, "All for the greatest good".

In the original book, in order to be able to completely eliminate Voldemort, Dumbledore even did not hesitate to use his own death as part of the plan, laying an incredible trap for Voldemort.

The dialect asked himself, if he was in Dumbledore's position, he would never have been able to do it to this extent.

Especially after really experiencing a few near-fatal dangers, Fang Yan has become very important to his own life.