One August morning, the sun was shining into the bedroom in the Headmaster's office, and Dumbledore woke up from his sleep. For someone his age, having a good night's sleep is more important than anything else.

Dumbledore walked slowly to the bedroom door in his silver silk pajamas, and when he pushed the door open, he saw a young man with black hair sitting across from his desk, playing with a gold coin that kept glittering.

"Good morning, Headmaster Dumbledore," Calvin turned around, revealing an ice-solid face, "I'm sorry I entered your office without notice, but it's already three in the morning when I get back to Hogwarts, so I can't bother you."

"I think the Sorting Hat told you the password to come in, didn't you," Dumbledore glanced at the silent Sorting Hat reproachfully, "I can see you're in a bad mood." So what's going on, Calvin?"

Calvin tapped a gold coin in his hand and tapped on his desk, "I'm sorry to tell you, Albus, you'll have to find a professor of ancient magic texts."

Dumbledore hurriedly sat down in his seat and asked in some surprise, "Bascida? What's wrong with her?"

Calvin didn't speak, he took out a scroll of drawing paper from his sleeve, and after unfolding it, a flawless little girl fell asleep on the sofa in the office.

"Is this Basida?" Dumbledore lifted his glasses and looked at the little girl carefully, "It smells of time magic, and she used the time turner illegally?"

"It has nothing to do with the time turner, Headmaster Dumbledore," Calvin clutched his head in a headache, "she doesn't flow in time, it flows in her...... You should know what I mean."

Dumbledore withdrew his gaze from Bascida, "I understand when you say that. Merlin's beard, time is a force that is hard to control."

"Three days ago, Bassida became like this because of the Gringotts elves' mishandling. Luckily, she has a lifespan of 300 years, otherwise she wouldn't have come back." Calvin said half-jokingly, but there was not a hint of a smile on his face.

"Didn't she wake up?" Dumbledore asked, looking at the sleeping Bassida.

Calvin shook his head, took a pair of Thestrals, and handed them to Dumbledore, "I've seen it, her soul is still asleep, but she's almost awake. The only problem is that I don't know if she has any memories of her when she wakes up."

"Do you have a way to crack the effects of time magic?" Calvin asked sincerely, like a student, "You know, I don't know much about time magic."

"Time, time." Dumbledore muttered, stood up and walked up to Bassida, grappling Bassida's slender wrist with his large, rough hands.

Then, Calvin only felt that the scene in front of him changed rapidly, and the walls, floors, and ceilings were covered with distorted clocks. And Dumbledore himself became ...... It's not so human-like anymore.

Is Dumbledore still in the category of humans?

This question suddenly popped up in Calvin's mind.

Soon, the surroundings changed back to the Headmaster's office, and the tall Dumbledore dropped Bascida's wrist and returned to his desk. ….

"It's not too bad," Dumbledore said lightly, "she'll wake up in about two days, and the effects of time magic on her will be restored within a year."

"Then let her family take care of her." Calvin didn't realize how stupid his words were.

Dumbledore crossed his hands and placed them on his chest, "I think, as a witch over three hundred years old, she probably doesn't have any family......

Calvin noticed that Dumbledore's small eyes were blinking at him.

"Besides you, her closest friend is probably Nicol Lemay." Dumbledore said mildly.

Calvin was silent for a while, the ice on his face softened a little, "I see, I didn't take care of her this time."

"Then again," Dumbledore leaned forward, his eyes shining through the lenses, "what have you been doing these three days?"

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Wen shook the gold coin in his hand, "I went to Gringotts' headquarters."

"I forcibly contracted the goblin into a house-elf, so Gringotts came for trouble." Calvin said nonchalantly.

"It's not a smart choice." Dumbledore said with a smile.

Calvin smiled, "You mean me, or do you mean goblins?"

Dumbledore continued to smile kindly and did not speak.

"Many wizards think that the intelligent people are always hostile to humans, but in my experience, they are very friendly." Calvin looked at the gold coin in his hand with the bronze ring of the Fairy Emperor, "I've collected three of these tokens that represent the friendship of a race. The elves even promised to help me craft a weapon."

"Don't talk about that," Dumbledore smiled, "has there been any news of Voldemort lately?"

The coin swirled back and forth in Calvin's hand, and finally came to rest firmly between Calvin's slender fingers.

"I don't believe you've gotten any less information than I have, especially since you've been on the continent for so long."

Calvin wasn't without news of Voldemort, but he was reluctant to expose it, and Lucius's life was far more important than that.

Just as Dumbledore was about to speak, there was a sound of stones grinding against the door behind his office, followed by hurried footsteps.

Calvin and Dumbledore glanced at each other and quickly shoved the unconscious Bascida into the painting.

Soon, the door to the principal's office was opened. A handsome wizard appeared in front of them, dressed in a lavender-colored robe, with light and supple blond hair and a trademark smile on his face so that everyone could see his white teeth.

How is he?

Calvin looked at the smiling young wizard with no disgust on his face, but his hands were unconsciously clasped in front of his chest.

Gilderoy Lockhart is his senior. During his short year at Hogwarts, Calvin saw many of his ridiculous deeds, such as writing 800 love letters to himself on Valentine's Day.

Lockhart, who was smiling all the time, didn't notice Calvin's disgust with him, and said in an exaggerated tone, "Ha, Headmaster Dumbledore, I didn't expect you to have other guests here, it seems that I came at the wrong time. Don't worry, I don't mind, I can understand that celebrities like us, there is always not enough time."

"Ahem, Headmaster Dumbledore, I guess it's better not to bother you for the rest of the day." Calvin rubbed his nose, the smell of lavender had filled the office since Lockhart came in, which made him very uncomfortable.

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Sher Spirit Tortoise