: No more pretense, the truth comes out.

Does Belvina know how to deal with the large and powerful three-headed dog?

She didn't know at first; she's not an omniscient lady and couldn't possibly know everything. But she knew how to call people.

Belvina always believed in leaving professional matters to professionals. Since she didn't understand magical creatures, why didn't she ask the Department of Magical Creature Management and Control?

So, Belvina took the time to write a letter to Amos Diggory, who worked in the Department of Magical Creatures Control.

In this letter, Belvina uses the analogy of a son praising his father to extol Cedric of Hufflepuff, praising Mr. Diggory's family education to the skies.

She also wrote that if she has children in the future, she hopes they will be as excellent as Mr. Diggory and have everything that Hogwarts students expect.

At the end of the letter, Belvina "inadvertently" mentioned the three-headed dog, saying that she had heard someone mention this ferocious magical creature and humbly asked what precautions she should take.

The owl flew very fast, but not as fast as Amos Diggory's reply.

Overwhelmed by the praise, Mr. Diggory generously shared his parenting tips and detailed the habits and weaknesses of the Cerberus. At the end of the letter, he also invited Belvina to visit his home sometime.

For those Ministry of Magic officials who wanted to advance their careers, they were happy to befriend Belvina, not expecting her to lend a hand to their brothers, but only hoping she wouldn't sabotage them behind their backs at crucial moments.

At the time, there was a barrage of criticism against Barty Crouch. Some people were just watching the spectacle, seeing him fall from the mountaintop and be smashed to pieces, while others saw through the trickery and realized how much shady business was involved.

Leaving aside the internal strife and corruption within the Ministry of Magic, let's return to the topic of Hogwarts.

After receiving the letter, Belvina informed Quirrell of Cerberus's weaknesses that evening, offering the criminals any assistance she could.

The purpose of doing this is actually very simple: to manually accelerate the curse process of the Defense Against Dark Magic, and to drive away Quirrell, who is eager to cause trouble, and his master as soon as possible.

To put it in the compressed language of the East, it means: "How can one tolerate another's snoring beside one's own bed?"

Quirinas Quirrell and his master can't be allowed to stay any longer. What if the old man decides to blow up the castle?

In addition, Belvina had another ulterior motive: to test Dumbledore's tolerance and try to find out where the headmaster's bottom line was.

To use a somewhat inappropriate analogy, suppose Hogwarts were a Quidditch match right now, and Belvina's behavior would be a serious foul; she was testing the strength of referee Dumbledore's whistle with the foul.

If the whistle intensity isn't high, Belvina has a lot of room to maneuver; she can lie flat in fancy ways or occasionally come back to life to show off her skills.

If the whistle is very strong, Belvina will have very little room to maneuver. There's nothing else to say, just lie down and she'll lose if she moves even a little.

Now, Belvina has completed the first step; she has told Quirrell the correct answer. Whether Quirrell believes her or not is up to the yearly disposable educational toy itself.

If he can't even answer an open-book exam well, I really feel sorry for his owner.

Belvina should now proceed with the second step of her plan: confront Dumbledore and tell the headmaster everything she has learned.

Yes, Belvina did leave the abandoned classroom and return to her lounge, but instead of going to bed, she stayed by the door, watching for any movement in the hallway outside.

If you're going to put on a show, you have to go all the way. Whether you leave the abandoned classroom or return to the lounge, it's all an act for Quirrell's benefit. It's to deceive Quirrell's eyes so you can secretly go find Dumbledore.

Of course, confronting Dumbledore doesn't have to be tonight, but things can change in the long run, and there's no need to wait until tomorrow for something that can be resolved tonight.

After confirming that Quirinas Quillo had left, Belvina waited a while longer before leaving her classroom, casting a Disillusionment Charm on herself as she went out.

The Disguise Charm is a spell used for disguise, which can make the disguised person or thing blend into the environment like a chameleon, making it difficult for others to distinguish them.

In addition, the Disappearance Charm can also be used to make an invisibility cloak, but this low-cost invisibility cloak has a short lifespan, the invisibility effect is not very good, and the magic will gradually lose its effectiveness over time.

Belvina, disguised, stood silently in the corridor, her tiptoeing reminiscent of her student days, wary of Mr. Filch and his cat, Mrs. Lorris, who might appear at any moment.

Belvina's body turned the same color as the castle walls, and when she stood still, it was difficult for others to distinguish her from the elective course professor who had blended into the wall.

And so, Belvina tiptoed up to the eighth floor, and only when she stood in front of the dripping stone beast did she remove the illusion spell that concealed her form.

"Iced pumpkin juice."

Reluctantly giving the command, Belvina climbed the stairs behind the stone beast and arrived at the principal's office.

The headmaster's office remained unchanged. Dumbledore sat behind a huge desk, while the old headmasters on the walls were all dozing off, and wisps of smoke billowed from the strange silverware.

Fortunately, Dumbledore hadn't gone to bed, which eased Belvina's guilt considerably. Disturbing a centenarian's rest was indeed not something a human being would do.

Unfortunately, Dumbledore wasn't resting; he was talking to Slytherin's Head of House, Potions Professor Severus Snape.

Or should I leave?

Belvina really didn't want to appear in front of Dumbledore with Snape; it felt like two students fighting and pulling each other's hair, and they were caught by the headmaster—the déjà vu was too strong.

However, he couldn't leave now; Dumbledore had already noticed the second guest of the evening.

"Ah, Belvina, it seems there are many people having trouble sleeping tonight," said Dumbledore.

He was wearing a blue nightgown with a thin robe over it, and his nightcap was askew on his head.

Snape looked over, his eyes filled with undisguised disgust.

Snape said in his usual annoying tone, "I'll be going now. I have a lot to do, unlike some people who get paid for doing nothing."

"Yes, some people get paid without doing anything, unlike others who have to teach dozens of classes a week to get paid." Belvina mimicked Snape's smooth-talking tone, giving him a taste of his own medicine.

Dumbledore simply smiled as he watched the two professors bickering like children.

"Youth is wonderful; even arguing is lively," Dumbledore said with a smile. "Please sit down; you are both people I trust."

Belvina remained noncommittal about Dumbledore's claim of trust; she didn't believe the headmaster would trust her so easily. Trust takes time to build.

However, Belvina wouldn't say much. She wasn't the type to cause trouble, so she naturally accepted Dumbledore's trust with pleasure.

"You might believe Black, but I will never believe any Black," Snape said. "Never."

The potions professor spoke with great force, as if he were using all his strength.

"Believe it or not, it's none of your business." Belvina wasn't about to let it go. "If you're so capable, go to Azkaban and mess with that bastard Sirius Black. Don't put on this damned act in front of me. I don't owe you anything!"

Belvina knew more or less about the conflicts and contradictions between Snape and Sirius, after all, the end of their school days was the beginning of Belvina's school days.

This is why Belvina was able to recognize Remus Lupin, because she genuinely knew Lupin, only the Lupin she knew was still very young.

"You call yourself a man?!"

"Enough, you two," Dumbledore said calmly, his authority enough to silence the two professors and stop their argument.

Dumbledore continued, "Sit down, Severus. And you, Belvina, stop talking about this. I believe you didn't come to me so late just to argue."

Snape didn't mention leaving again, nor did he find a place to sit down. His lips were pressed into a thin line, and he glared fiercely at Belvina.

On the contrary, Belvina acted as if nothing had happened, casually sitting down and even crossing her legs. The more unperturbed and indifferent she appeared, the more upset Snape became.

Seeing that the two elective professors had finally quieted down, Dumbledore continued, "Severus, you just said Quirrell went to see someone else in secret?"

"Are you determined to do this?"

"I insist on this," Dumbledore said firmly, leaving no room for argument.

"Well, Quirrell is still in contact with someone, tonight," Snape said. "I don't know who he's meeting. He's cautious, so it's best to be on guard."

At this moment, Belvina put down her crossed legs, raised her hand and said, "I think the person Quirinas asked to meet was me. We just had a very pleasant conversation in the abandoned classroom on the fifth floor."

As she spoke, she glanced at Snape with a defiant look.

The feud between Belvina and Snape was initially instigated by Snape, but the blame lies with the Potions Master.

But as time went by, one person became petty and the other vindictive, so there was no right or wrong anymore; the two were evenly matched.

"Ha!" Snape scoffed, ignoring him, but then turned to Dumbledore as if to say: See, I told you Black was not trustworthy.

Dumbledore remained calm. He was over a hundred years old and had seen all sorts of storms. This little incident couldn't do anything to him, and he wasn't flustered at all.

"We talked about life and our ideals. Of course, Quirinas did most of the talking, and I was listening," Belvina continued. "Quirinas described his grand vision to me; he wanted to make wizards great again."

As she spoke, Belvina chuckled softly. In the past six months, she had encountered too many bizarre people and things, and her threshold for laughter had plummeted.

Belvina coughed lightly and continued, "Of course, as you know, Quirinas alone couldn't do all this, even if he could come and go freely in Gringotts."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dumbledore, who was supporting his head with one hand, slightly widened his eyes, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes hidden behind his half-moon spectacles.

At the same time, Snape put away his disdain and sarcasm. He looked at Belvina, the first time he had looked at her seriously since the start of the school year, and the first time he had re-examined the most powerful witch in Dumbledore's words.

"Speak your mind. One person's thoughts are always limited. There are three of us here." Dumbledore remained propping his head up with one hand, showing little emotion.

Belvina licked her lips. She couldn't reveal her biggest secret, so she prepared a half-truth, half-lies on her way here.

But now, Belvina has decided to adjust the ratio of truth to falsehood in her statements to make her words more credible.

“My idea sounds incredibly unrealistic,” Belvina said slowly. “I suspect someone is manipulating Quirrell behind the scenes, and this person has the power to make wizards great again. What I’m saying is, he might be back.”

Who is he? He is a mysterious man, a dark wizard, the one whose name cannot even be mentioned, the most dangerous dark wizard in history—Voldemort.

After they finished speaking, the portraits of past principals, who had been feigning sleep, secretly opened their eyes. They were all watching the conversation in the principal's office. The past principals exchanged glances, certain that their portraits were about to get busy.

Snape stopped standing there and found the nearest seat to sit down, lost in thought.

The Potions Professor was deep in thought, trying to decipher Belvina's true intentions and whether the Black family was trustworthy. Beyond that, he was also questioning whether he was truly prepared.

Dumbledore straightened his posture, abandoning his previous relaxed demeanor. Tonight, Belvina had once again changed the headmaster's perception of her.

"Continue." Dumbledore's voice remained calm; his calmness and composure always gave people a great sense of security.

This attitude left Belvina somewhat unsure. What did the old man mean by this reaction? Did he already know, or did he think that the dying Black Demon was not a threat?

Belvina thought for a while before speaking again.

She said, "How could someone like him accept defeat? He'll be back sooner or later. Yes, I believe he didn't die. That night in Godric's Valley probably just cost him his magic or something like that."

No one knows exactly what happened in Godric's Hollow that night in 1981. All that is known is that Harry Potter did not die and Voldemort disappeared.

Did Voldemort die? It's unclear. Did Voldemort survive? It's still unclear.

As the years went by, most people began to believe that Voldemort was dead; he had to be dead so that everyone could rest easy.

Some people still believe that Voldemort is not dead, but they believe that Voldemort will never return. Only if he does not return can everyone live in peace.

There is also a small group of people who believe that Voldemort is not dead, and that he will return, make a comeback after losing power, and bring even deeper despair.

The Ministry of Magic also believes that Voldemort is not dead. This may have been due to Dumbledore's suggestion or the opinion of knowledgeable people within the ministry. In any case, the Aurors have been searching for Voldemort's whereabouts for many years, but have always come up empty-handed.

"I can't think of anyone else but him who has the ability to make wizards great again and who still needs the Philosopher's Stone."

Belvina voiced her unfounded "guess," trying to discern a change in Dumbledore's emotions, but instead saw what she didn't want to see.