"True words are not shocking."
Craft’s eyes widened in shock.
"What... What did you say!?"
He only felt that his ears, possibly due to his old age, had developed some outrageous auditory hallucinations.
"He said he wants to be the Black Demon King."
Aurora recounted her conversation with Ian thoughtfully.
Then.
She added another sentence.
"Oh yes, he also wants to go to Nimongard to study with his grandfather, saying it would help his graduation." Aurora felt she summarized very well.
Concise and clear.
After speaking.
She resumed reading her notes.
From beginning to end.
The tone of this German girl was very calm.
As if discussing trivial matters.
However.
Craft’s emotions were clearly not as stable as hers.
"???????"
Craft was completely stunned.
He didn’t know much about Hogwarts, but even so, he didn’t think graduating from Hogwarts would be difficult enough to need Grindelwald’s help at Nimongard.
Also!
What does it mean to want to be the Black Demon King!?
Are young wizards nowadays so brave!
"Another ambitious person from Dumbledore’s school! Hahaha! The world’s greatest White Wizard? This is both funny and ironic!"
After the initial shock.
Craft began to laugh hysterically.
He didn’t doubt the truth of Aurora’s words.
After all.
Such circumstances are what he and many Saints hope to see—the fact that Dumbledore produced a Voldemort, and now another boy appears who wants to be the Black Demon King.
Is there anything that could make the Saints happier?
No!
It’s the ultimate proof of Dumbledore’s hypocrisy! Otherwise, why does Dumbledore’s school keep producing anomalies?
"Very good, very good, I may have underestimated that little guy’s audacity, but it’s not a bad thing for us; you can completely attempt to win him over with small favors."
"I observed him, his magical talent is good."
Craft laughed so loudly that he was gasping for air, as he sat down on the old rocking chair to rest, giving serious advice.
Those cloudy eyes.
At this moment were full of excitement...and anticipation. Anything that could tarnish Dumbledore’s image, all the Saints would definitely want to exacerbate.
"Winning hearts? Grandfather taught me that, so I gave him a book."
Aurora paused before adding.
"My own book."
This girl emphasized this point.
Probably not wanting Craft to assume she gave a store-bought book.
Nonetheless.
Craft actually didn’t care about such details.
He was more interested in Aurora’s attempt at winning hearts.
"Great! You are able to apply what you learned, this is a form of growth!"
Craft clapped happily.
"For someone your age, winning the hearts of children isn’t difficult, I believe you already have your first follower."
Craft was confident in Aurora.
Not only because Aurora inherited a great talent.
Also.
Because he knows Aurora’s distinguished appearance is absolutely like a ’White Moonlight’ attraction to most boys of the same age.
This is also an advantage that can be utilized.
Craft looked at the little girl before him with expectation and praise.
However.
Aurora shook her head at him.
"I don’t think a book can make others loyal to me." Aurora looked very clear-headed, closing the notes she held and placing them into the drawer.
"Of course, of course, it’s merely a beginning."
Craft still smiled brightly.
"Perhaps the methods of winning hearts might work for many other little wizards, but not for Ian Prince, he is quite different from other little wizards."
Aurora spoke calmly.
Her tender but exquisitely well-defined face was serious.
"He is your first friend, perhaps that makes him special to you?" Craft squinted slightly, giving a watchful look.
Only thinking about Aurora’s appearance’s lethality to boys.
He almost forgot.
The little wizard also has outstanding looks.
"I know what you’re thinking, but it’s not what you imagine."
Aurora sighed and shook her head.
"Indeed, as the first person brave enough to befriend me, I am curious about and interested in him, but that’s not why I find Ian Prince special."
Her differently colored eyes carried a calmness seemingly unbefitting her age.
"Oh?"
Craft looked puzzled.
"You taught me many things, so, although it was just a simple encounter, I can still make judgments; he is not the kind to have faith..."
"He can’t become you."
Aurora explained simply.
Craft did not agree.
"That is because you have yet to establish faith in him... Miss, don’t overestimate people’s disposition, wanting to be the Black Demon King and learning from Master Grindelwald, these are merely the fanciful visions of kids in their age, ignorant arrogance, and self-importance."
"As they age, realize their weakness, and recognize their mediocrity... if he is smart enough, he will understand to rely on the strong around him."
Craft offered meaningful guidance.
Yet.
Aurora still shook her head firmly.
"You are wrong."
She first closed her eyes.
"He won’t understand mediocrity, nor comprehend relying on the strong because... he might indeed become the Black Demon King."
Aurora reopened her eyes.
Turning to the direction of the door, as if she had returned to when the boy walked in, looking around before she discovered him during daytime.
"I have seen him."
This time.
Not speaking to Ian.
But explaining to Craft.
"Ah?"
Craft felt somewhat confused.
"Not during this day, but at Diagon Alley, before I entered that store... actually, I already saw some things then."
Aurora spoke softly.
Craft suddenly reacted.
"You mean to say, what you saw was...!?"
Craft’s voice became surprised and uncertain.
He stared at Aurora intently.
Only to see.
Aurora nodded slowly.
"My talent is not as strong as Grandfather’s, but occasionally I can glimpse into the future... I saw him, saw some fragments about his future."
Aurora spoke solemnly.
"You saw him becoming the Black Demon King?"
Craft’s voice trembled, like hearing something unbelievable, unwilling to accept, yet having to accept the shock.
"No."
Aurora’s shake of her head.
Made Craft show a puzzled expression.
"Riddles aren’t a good habit; don’t learn from your grandfather or that damn Dumbledore..."
Craft sighed helplessly.
Actually, Aurora didn’t plan on being cryptic.
Her thoughts seemed to be backtracking.
Low whispers.
"I saw him standing before a tower, raising his magic wand, casting a spell."
The German girl with those legendary different-colored pupils looked at the extremely puzzled Craft. The old and young faced each other, Aurora’s quietly spoken words seemed like a storm.
"There was mist blocking my vision, but one thing I saw very clearly, which was..."
"Dumbledore kneeling at his feet, crying."