This was truly a bombshell as Kraft's eyes widened in shock.

  "You... what did you say!?"

  He felt as if his ears, perhaps due to old age, were pying tricks on him, juring up some utterly absurd auditory halluations.

  "He said he wants to be a Dark Lord," Aurora recalled her versation with Ian thoughtfully.

  Then she added another detail.

  "Oh, and he also wants to go tard to learn from my grandfather, saying it would help him graduate." Aurora felt she had summarized the situation quite well— cise and to the point.

  After saying this, she returo reading her notebook.

  From start to finish, the Germanic girl's tone remained calm, as if she were discussing some trivial household matter.

  However, Kraft's emotions were clearly not as stable as hers.

  "?????"

  Kraft was pletely stunned.

  He didn't know much about Hogwarts, but even so, he didn't think graduating from there would be so difficult that one would o go tard to seek Grindelwald's teags.

  'And what did he mean by wanting to be a Dark Lord? Were young wizards these days s?'

  "Dumbledore's school has produced another ambitious schemer! Hahahaha! The greatest white wizard in the world? How ughable and ironic!"

  After the initial shock passed, Kraft began to ugh maniacally.

  He didn't doubt the truth of Aurora's words. After all, this was exactly the kind of situation he and many Acolytes had loo see— Dumbledore had nurtured Voldemort, and now another boy who wao bee a Dark Lord had emerged from his school.

  Could there be anything more delightful for the Acolytes?

  No! For them, this was the best proof of Dumbledore's extreme hypocrisy! Otherwise, why would Dumbledore's school keep produg suomalies?

  "Very good, very good. I uimated that little brat's overfidence. But this isn't a bad thing for us. You try to win him over with some small favors."

  "I've observed him. His magical talent isn't bad."

  Kraft ughed so hard he was gasping for breath. He settled into an old rog chair to rest while seriously his advice.

  His cloudy eyes were now filled with excitement... and anticipation. Anything that could tarnish Dumbledore's reputation was something the Acolytes were more than willing to fan the fmes of.

  "Winning people over? My grandfather taught me that, so I gave him a book."

  Aurora paused, then added, "My own book."

  The girl emphasized this, probably to avoid Kraft thinking she had given him a book from the store.

  However, Kraft didn't actually care about that. What he cared about was that Aurora had already attempted to win someone over.

  "Very good! Being able to apply what you've learned is a sign of growth!"

  Kraft cpped his hands happily.

  "For children ye, winning their loyalty isn't too difficult. I think you've already gained your first follower."

  Kraft had great fiden Aurora, not just because she had ied that great talent, but also because he knew her striking looks would undoubtedly have a "white moonlight" appeal to most boys her age. This was an advahat could be utilized.

  Kraft looked at the little girl before him with expectation and praise.

  However, Aurora shook her head.

  "I don't think a single book is enough to make someone loyal to me." Aurora seemed very clear-headed. She closed the notebook in her hands and pced it in a drawer.

  "Of course, of course, this just be the beginning."

  Kraft was still smiling.

  "While the method of winning people ht work on many other young wizards, Ian Prince is probably different. He's quite distinct from those other kids."

  Aurora spoke calmly, her you exceptionally delicate face filled with seriousness.

  "He's your first friend, so perhaps that makes him special to you?" Kraft narrowed his eyes, his gaze being wary again.

  He had been so focused ohal charm Aurora's looks had on young boys that he had almost fotten that Ian was also exceptionally good-looking.

  "I know what you're thinking, but it's not what you imagine."

  Aurora shook her head helplessly.

  "Indeed, as the first person brave enough to befriend me, I'm somewhat curious and ied in him. But that's not the reason I find Ian Prince special."

  Her heteroatic eyes carried a ess that seemed beyond her years.

  "Oh?" Kraft looked puzzled.

  "You've taught me many things, so even with just a brief iion, I still make a judgment. He's not the type to have faith..."

  "He won't bee like you."

  Aurora expined cisely.

  But Kraft didn't agree.

  "That's because you haven't yet established faith in his heart... Miss, don't overestimate the nature of others. Wanting to bee a Dark Lord and learning from Lrindelwald are just the delusions of an ignorant and arrogant child his age."

  "As he grows older, as he realizes his own weaknesses and mediocrity... if he's smart enough, he'll know to align himself with the strong around him."

  Kraft spoke profoundly, imparting his wisdom.

  However, Aurora still firmly shook her head.

  "You're wrong."

  She first closed her eyes.

  "He won't uand mediocrity, nor will he know to align himself with the strong, because... he might truly bee a Dark Lord."

  Aurora opened her eyes again, turning to look toward the door, as if she had returo the moment whetle boy walked in, looking around, and she noticed him.

  "I've seen him."

  This time, she wasn't speaking to Ian but expining to Kraft.

  "Huh?"

  Kraft was somewhat fused.

  "Not during the day, but ba Diagon Alley, before I eveered the shop... I had already seen something." Aurora spoke softly.

  Kraft immediately reacted.

  "You mean, what you saw was...!?"

  Kraft's voice became uain and suspicious, his eyes fixedly staring at Aurora.

  Then Aurora slowly nodded.

  "My talent isn't as powerful as my grandfather's, but occasionally, I catch a glimpse of the future... I saw him, saw fragments of his future."

  Aurora spoke solemnly.

  "You saw him bee a Dark Lord?"

  Kraft's voice trembled, as if he had heard something unbelievable— something he didn't want to accept but had no choice but to aowledge.

  "No."

  Aurora shook her head.

  Kraft looked even more puzzled.

  "Being a riddler isn't a good habit. Don't learn from yrandfather, or that damned Dumbledore..."

  Kraft sighed helplessly.

  Aurora hadn't inteo beat around the bush either. Her thoughts seemed to trace back, whispering softly.

  "I saw him standing in front of a tower, raising his wand, casting a spell."

  The Germanic girl used her legendary heteroatic eyes to look at the deeply puzzled Kraft. The old and the young locked eyes, and Aurora's softly spoken words were like stormy waves.

  "There was fog blog my view, but ohing I saw clearly was..."

  "Dumbledore kneeling at his feet, weeping."

  (End of Chapter)

  You read ahead up to 30 chapters on my P*treon: https:///darkshadow6395