Chapter 161: Dumbledore's Intercession, Alvin's Influence

The next day, when Alvin saw Luna in the Great Hall, she was already feeling better.

Luna also saw Alvin. She sat with Cho at breakfast and waved to Alvin, who was about to walk over.

At this moment, one of Ravenclaw's male Prefects came over and told him that Dumbledore had asked him to go to the office.

Alvin is a little puzzled. Could it be yesterday?

Then why didn't he call him over last night?

When he reached the eighth floor, the statue at the entrance of the Headmaster's Office glanced at him and opened it without asking for a password.

There was no change in the Headmaster's Office as before. Alvin swept around and did not see Dumbledore.

The portraits of the previous principals on the wall greeted Alvin when they saw Alvin's arrival.

A little wizard-like Alvin who came to the Headmaster's Office every three to five, they naturally remembered it very clearly.

The portrait of Principal Black also winked at him secretly.

Alvin also responded with a smile.

Fawkes flew over his shoulder and tilted his head as if wondering why Fury didn't come with him.

Angrily, he clicked the little head of this bird-licking and knew that he had been thinking about his little phoenix all day.

"Sorry, Gaunt, I was dealing with something that kept you waiting."

Dumbledore's voice came from the right side, and Alvin turned his head only to find that there was an invisible door there, and Dumbledore came out of the door.

Sitting in his place, Dumbledore also motioned to Alvin to sit down. It seemed that he was in a good mood.

After Alvin took his seat, he waved out tea and desserts.

"These are upcoming products from Honeydukes, and I'm their VIP customer, so I can get them early."

At this time, Dumbledore was like an old urchin, very proud of being a VIP customer of a sweet shop.

Alvin accepted his offer, and he was called over before he had breakfast.

He picked up a pink transparent candy and ate one.

A fragrance of strawberry was introduced into the mouth, and it felt good.

After taking another sip of black tea, Alvin got down to business.

"Did the professor call me today because of the Dementors yesterday?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "I have come to plead for Fudge today, and of course, there are other things."

"Plead?"

Alvin didn't understand.

Dumbledore explained. "What happened on the train yesterday, because of some of your actions, caused him a lot of trouble."

"The Malfoy and Flint families are also putting pressure on Fudge frequently because of you, and I was talking to Fudge just now."

Dumbledore didn't expect that Alvin could bring so much trouble to Fudge.

More than half of the members of Wizengamot had written a complaint letter to the Ministry of Magic last night, and what Dumbledore didn't even think about was that several pure-blood families in Slytherin had also secretly put pressure on Fudge.

In just a few short years, Alvin has become a wizard with significant influence in his words and deeds.

It was only then that Alvin learned of his letters, which exhausted the Minister of Magic.

However, he would not sympathize with Fudge. After all, this was all brought about by the other party.

Seeing that Alvin did not let Fudge go, Dumbledore persuaded again. "Now that the wizarding world is full of events, we can't let Fudge get overwhelmed by these things."

Alvin saw that Dumbledore wanted to protect Fudge, and he sighed in his heart.

Do you know that the person you are trying to protect now will turn against you in two years and treat you like the enemy who killed your father?

But Dumbledore said so, and Alvin had to give face.

"Professor, it's okay to let him go, but Fudge has to be a bit more expressive, right?"

As soon as Dumbledore heard it, he knew that Alvin had agreed and smiled to reassure Alvin that he would talk about compensation.

Then, he talked about another thing.

"Gaunt, I hope you can help me protect Harry this semester. If you can, it's best to let him learn the Patronus Charm."

He spoke to Alvin seriously and repeated the story of Sirius.

Of course, it is the version recognized by the magic world.

Alvin was speechless after hearing this, "Professor, with you at Hogwarts, there is nothing to worry about..."

Dumbledore sighed lightly, looking a little tired.

"I may be away from school for a long time, so Harry's safety is entirely up to you. "

Alvin wanted to complain about something, but he couldn't speak.

Of course, he knew what Dumbledore was doing, and he must be looking for Voldemort's Horcrux.

But the problem is that the Horcruxes outside have been cleaned up by Alvin, leaving only Hufflepuff's Cup and Harry.

At this time, Dumbledore's rushing around like this is entirely useless.

But he couldn't say that either. He still needed a few years to develop, and it was better for Dumbledore to focus on Voldemort.

Alvin nodded in agreement, Sirius wouldn't do anything to Harry anyway, and he didn't have to waste his energy.

Dumbledore looked at Alvin with relief. He thought that Alvin agreed because of his friendship with Harry.

"That's all. Please come here anytime, Gaunt."

Hearing the meaning of seeing off in Dumbledore's words, Alvin got up and went out.

But Dumbledore remembered something and said suddenly. "By the way, please don't expose Professor Lupin's identity. After all, our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is tough to find."

Dumbledore knew Alvin could detect Lupin's Werewolf identity, so he reminded him.

Alvin didn't look back. He just waved at him and left the office.

Look at the time. It's almost time for the first class.

Their first class today is Lupin's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Alvin thought silently about Luna on the way he got there.

Luna's resistance to Dementors is particularly vulnerable because she witnessed her mother's death in her early years.

She must learn the Patronus Charm, but if she wants to learn the Patronus Charm.

It has to be practiced against a Dementor or Boggart.

Alvin didn't want the little witch to be tortured again and again, and he was also in trouble.

There was no clue until he walked to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.