Chapter 7

Noon.

Suburbs of London.

The residence of Vison Wright.

A fiery red phoenix landed by the window.

The phoenix, carrying a letter in its beak, tapped on the window. This phoenix was specially sent by Dumbledore to deliver the reply, and even the envelope was made of special fireproof paper.

The old man could discern from the letter Vison Wright's subtle pride, which was typical of an outstanding individual, and it also meant that someone needed to tell him that the world was vast.

A mythical phoenix, the phoenix that never dies.

Dumbledore chose to give Vison Wright his first lesson in this manner, and the old man was prepared for the possibility that Vison might cause trouble at Hogwarts.

"It seems to be going well..."

Vison Wright, seeing the phoenix Fawkes with the letter in its beak, walked to the window with satisfaction, gently opened it, and took the letter from the phoenix's beak.

The content of the letter was very simple.

It was indeed Dumbledore's reply.

[Dear Mr. Wright]

[Regarding your question, my advice is that it would be best not to.]

[If Anya keeps Hogwarts in perpetual winter, many people will be troubled. I have always believed that summer ice cream is better than winter roast chicken. I am sure Mr. Barty Crouch will take good care of Anya for you.]

[If you insist on bringing your companion to school, perhaps I can help find a suitable place for Anya at Hogwarts.]

[Finally, Mr. Wright, like us, has a kind heart. For us, kindness is never something to be ashamed of or hidden.]

[Happy birthday.]

[Looking forward to meeting you soon.]

[Albus Dumbledore]

[P.S.: If you have a piece of fudge, you can feed it to Fawkes, considering that the feather he has shed is your birthday gift. This is a fair deal for both of us, isn't it?]

After reading the letter, Vison Wright glanced at the phoenix standing by the window, unwilling to leave. He opened the envelope and found a phoenix feather inside.

This is Dumbledore's gift?

Vison Wright put away the letter and picked up a small snack from the table, offering it to the phoenix Fawkes, watching as the phoenix took a few bites before spreading its wings and flying away.

"The plan is going very smoothly."

Vison Wright calmly put down the letter.

The phoenix feather, which wizards around the world longed for, was casually placed on the table because he had obtained something more important.

Indeed...

The wise old man had noticed.

Fair deals had always been Vison's style in elementary school.

Now that Dumbledore mentioned this, even praising his subtle display of kindness in the letter, Vison Wright knew his performance was successful.

Over the years,

Dumbledore had secretly protected Harry Potter, even observing his life at Privet Drive.

Vison Wright, with his high presence, was an unavoidable figure. This proud and cold little boy harbored warmth and kindness that were hard for others to notice.

Dumbledore had captured Vison's kindness.

In fact, anyone with rich experience and an observer's perspective could have noticed the shining points in Vison Wright.

A ray of light piercing through the fog, if observed carefully, would be particularly striking, making people subconsciously overlook something...

This ray of light...

Actually emanates from the fog itself.

No matter what problems the fog itself might have, no one would ignore the existence of this light, believing it to be the core of the fog.

Clang.

The sound of the door opening interrupted Vison's thoughts.

Old Barty Crouch, still in his suit, walked in with a birthday cake, his expression somewhat displeased: "I just saw Fawkes, Dumbledore is very clever, he might have discovered the secret of this house..."

If Dumbledore discovered the secret of this house, the fact that his son, Barty Crouch Jr., was still alive would be exposed, and everything would be meaningless...

This was why Old Barty Crouch did not want to contact Dumbledore.

As he spoke of the possible dangers, Old Barty Crouch's gaze fell on the Hogwarts emblem envelope on the table, and his brows furrowed: "Is Hogwarts now using phoenixes to deliver acceptance letters?"

This behavior was a bit extravagant.

The envelope on the table was made of fireproof parchment, a type of paper used by the Ministry of Magic for recording highly confidential documents.

"A letter from Dumbledore."

Vison Wright nodded at Old Barty Crouch, indicating he should take the envelope from the table: "The letter contains a phoenix feather from Dumbledore, it's for you."

After saying that, Vison took out the new student enrollment list: "I received the acceptance letter this morning."

"Why would Dumbledore send a letter?"

As Old Barty Crouch asked, he put away the envelope containing the phoenix feather, as he was the only one who could truly appreciate its value.

"I sent Anya to Hogwarts."

Vison Wright leaned back in his chair, speaking calmly: "This is essentially telling Dumbledore that I might cause some trouble at Hogwarts..."

"That ice bird?"

Old Barty Crouch clearly remembered Vison Wright's ice bird, the only one who truly understood the bird's powerful magic: "That's not a pet for just anyone, Dumbledore will suspect you..."

"No."

Vison confidently interrupted Barty Crouch, explaining slowly: "I told Dumbledore that Anya was a birthday gift from you..."

"......"

Old Barty Crouch's brow instantly furrowed.

No matter what, Old Barty Crouch always tried to remain calm. Being saddled with a black mark was not a significant problem.

"There's also some good news."

Vison Wright's lips curved into a smile, his face filled with pleasure: "Now I can tell you about the greatest achievement I've had while attending a Muggle elementary school."

"Dumbledore has been secretly observing Harry Potter."

"Therefore, he must have noticed my actions at that Muggle elementary school, which would give him a fixed impression of me."

"Once he has a fixed impression of me, he will psychologically accept a fact... I have always been a student who conceals my kindness and deliberately acts unreasonably."

Of course,

Vison did not mention the most important reason.

A troublemaker in school is actually the easiest to trust; no one would suspect him of plotting to颠覆魔法界.

"......"

Old Barty Crouch stared intently at Vison Wright.

It had to be said, Vison's calculations did not match his age.

Even among adult wizards, and even in the era of Voldemort's rampant evil, it seemed excessively cunning, as it purely exploited people's thoughts and human nature...

But...

Calculating against an old man...

Wouldn't Vison's conscience hurt?