"In fact, each of the four founders' relics at Hogwarts has magical uses."
Dumbledore placed Slytherin's locket on the table, then took out ravenclaws diadem from the drawer.
After arranging them together, he took the Sorting Hat from the shelf behind him and reached directly inside to rummage.
"Oh~ gently, Albus~"
The Sorting Hat immediately protested, somewhat displeased with Dumbledore's rudeness.
"Sorry, I'll be careful."
Karl: (A)
Why does this conversation sound so strange?
When Dumbledore pulled out Gryffindor's Great Sword, he looked up and saw Karl's strange gaze.
"What's wrong?"
"Hmm—Albus, the Sorting Hat's mouth is that slit on top, right?"
Facing Karl's question, Dumbledore and the Sorting Hat answered simultaneously: "That's right."
Then they noticed Karl's expression turn a bit horrified, "So you were really rummaging through its butt just now?"
Dumbledore: ()
Sorting Hat:
How exactly is your little brain structured? May I open it and take a look?
Seeing Dumbledore's expression turn a bit odd, Karl quickly spoke to comfort him, "Ahem! Actually, it's nothing! After all, Gryffindor even stuffed his head into its butt—"
"Albus! I strongly demand you punish this brat! Make him clean the toilets!"
The Sorting Hat angrily stood up. If it weren't for its lack of mobility, it would definitely fly over and beat Karl soundly.
"Hey~ don't be angry, Sorting Hat, I've always been a fan of your songs."
"Ah? Really?"
Karl nodded vigorously, looking at the Sorting Hat with sincere eyes, "Of course!"
"Then put me on your head now, and I'll believe you."
Hearing this, Karl averted his gaze, "Alright, I'm a fake fan."
He hadn't thought about this problem before; wearing it once was enough, but never again in the future.
The Sorting Hat opened its mouth wide in anger, "You hateful little Wizard! Not only do you insult my character, but also my abilities! I'm not done with you!"
Karl whispered, "Where does a hat get a character from?"
"You! Albus, say something quickly!"
"Alright, alright, don't get excited. I'll educate him when I find the time."
"Make him apologize to me!"
"Definitely, definitely!"
"Make him wear me!"
"Hmm—I'll try my best! Next time for sure!"
Dumbledore comforted the Sorting Hat and placed it back on the shelf.
Then he turned to look at Karl, sighing with a hint of weariness.
Facing the Principal's helpless gaze, Karl felt a bit embarrassed, so he immediately tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling.
Hey! He never noticed before, but this ceiling is really beautiful!
"Sigh, now let's continue—well, where was I?"
Karl very obediently raised his hand to speak, "You were saying that each of the four founders' relics at Hogwarts has magical uses."
"Yes, that's exactly right."
Dumbledore rubbed his temples, feeling that this mischievous child not only naturally countered Lord Voldemort but also seemed to somewhat counter himself and Gellert.
"You already know the wonderful use of ravenclaw diadem, so I won't elaborate further."
"Gryffindor's Sword is not only incredibly sharp but also repels dust, only absorbing things that can strengthen it."
"Hufflepuff's Cup inherited some of dagdas cauldron's mystique; drinking water from it can heal injuries and bring joy, and it also possesses a spell to transport food."
"Slytherin's Locket can assist in seeing through some illusions and hidden magic, helping someone who isn't a Parseltongue control snakes."
Karl's eyes widened in surprise; he had guessed correctly, it really was a translator!
Dumbledore waved his hand over the three relics, then looked at Karl with a meaningful gaze.
"Now the Diadem, Sword, and Locket have all returned to Hogwarts; only one Cup remains, Hufflepuff's Cup!"
Kitten, you've already found two; so the last one is—hmm?
And this is your House's treasure, most likely also your senior Tom's Horcrux.
Karl: (—_—)
Alright, alright, your abacus beads are practically bouncing off my face. I'll find time to research how to infiltrate Gringotts another day.
"Let's go to Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets first. As for the Cup—it might not be long before it returns."
Dumbledore's eyes curved into a smile, understanding perfectly, "Good point. Let's call Gellert and depart."
"Where's that stinky old man?"
"He's training Neville in the vegetable patch cabin."
Karl nodded, then extended a hand, "Mace, come!"
"Bang! Clatter!"
Amidst the sound of shattering window glass, a mace smashed into the office and landed in his hand.
Dumbledore: (,)
Karl gave a sheepish grin, "Ahem! So—sorry! Reparo!"
"It's alright, I'm used to it."
Dumbledore stated that he was emotionally stable. What can he do when he has a mischievous child who can dismantle the house?
Not long after, the Headmasters Office door was pushed open, and Grindelwald walked in with a sullen face.
"What are you doing, you little rascal? This is the mace I customized for Neville! Give it back now!"
Karl quickly looked down and realized it was indeed different from the crude ones before, noticeably much more refined and superior.
"Old man! Where's mine?"
"You don't have one!"
"It's truly a case of 'only seeing the new favorite smile, not the old one cry.' You're playing favorites! I despise you!"
Grindelwald rolled his eyes in exasperation. What is he even talking about? Do you still need this thing, kid? Isn't the Spiral magic Sword enough for you to play with?
"Ahem! You two can discuss this later," Dumbledore stood up and walked out, "Let's go broaden our horizons first."
The three of them arrived at the girls' lavatory where Myrtle resided and cast spells to prevent any young Wizards or ghosts from disturbing them.
"Albus, it's this faucet."
After finding the target, Karl quickly made way for Dumbledore.
Dumbledore opened Slytherin's locket, held it in his hand, and pointed it at the faucet.
"Open."
After he spoke, the locket emitted a strange, snake-like hissing sound.
The faucet immediately emitted a dazzling white light and began to spin rapidly.
Immediately after, the entire sink slowly disappeared, revealing a large pipe wide enough for a person to enter.
Dumbledore winked at Karl, "Your senior Tom is indeed very sincere."
"Of course, after all, he's been with me for a while, so he should have learned some good qualities."
Karl returned Dumbledore a wink, then politely smiled at Grindelwald, "Old man first!"
Grindelwald: (._.)
Now you know to respect your elders, huh? Where were you earlier?
He pulled out his wand and held it, "If I go first, I go first, but what about you, kid?"
"Me?"
Karl looked left and right, then punched through the lavatory wall.
This scene instantly left the two old men dumbfounded. When did the Kitten evolve into a tiger cub? What great strength!
Dumbledore began to consider Hogwarts Castle's latest renovation plans, while Grindelwald worried about a future role reversal, fearing it would be his turn to be chased by that little rascal Karl.
Karl gently waved his wand, transforming the fallen wall bricks into a twist car, complete with a safety helmet.
"Old man, go down with confidence! I'll drive right behind you!"
Grindelwald was directly amused by anger, "Confidence? I'll be dead from you crashing into me before I even slide to the bottom!"
"Don't worry! My driving skills are excellent! Speed bumps won't affect me at all!"
Grindelwald:
You're not referring to me as a speed bump, are you?
Giving up on arguing with this mischievous little rascal, he looked at Dumbledore.
"Albus, you quickly—hmm?"
Under his speechless gaze, Dumbledore also conjured Karl's identical equipment.
He was currently wearing a safety helmet, happily trying to operate the twist car.
Alright! Old in years, young at heart!
Grindelwald was silent for a few seconds, then also pointed his wand at the collapsed wall.
I can't let you two have all the fun! I want to be happy too!
"Are you ready?"
Grindelwald adjusted the safety helmet on his head, and riding the twist car, appeared at the pipe opening.
"No problem!" × 2
Behind him, Karl and Dumbledore were already poised, their faces beaming with happy smiles.
"Then let's go!"
"Whoo-hoo!" × 2
The twist car team rushed into the Chamber of Secrets pipe, sliding down amidst cheers.
The dark, damp pipe seemed endless, with many other pipes branching off in all directions.
The three twist cars picked up speed, constantly drifting around bends.
"Ahead, slow down!"
"Report! It seems—I can't stop!"
Grindelwald at the very front: "Huh?"
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