Chapter 276: Dumbledore's Request

Allen slowly woke from his slumber, dazed for a while before realizing he was still in the guest room at the Ministry of Magic; he had recently grown fully accustomed to the bed there, and his sleep quality had been excellent lately.

As was his routine, he checked his body; today, his random talent had transformed into a crocodile tail, but judging by its color, it must belong to the Pokémon Croconaw, as normal crocodile tails are not blue.

He tidied himself up slightly before the mirror because he had received notice yesterday that the Minister for Magic, Fudge, would receive him today; although he deeply disliked Fudge, he still needed to show at least a minimum of respect.

Yet just as he was heading to eat, he received notice that the Minister's audience had been cancelled, and he was permitted to return to Hogwarts, with no need to cooperate with any publicity.

Allen, looking utterly bewildered, packed his things; he instinctively understood that something major must have happened, but even if something major occurred in the Wizarding World, it was not for a student like him to manage; moreover, he detested his days at the Ministry, so he cheerfully used the Ministry's fireplace to return to Hogsmeade, then headed straight back to Hogwarts.

Then Harry and the other two dragged him aside and detailed everything that had happened after he left.

Only then did Allen understand the reasons behind it, and why he had suddenly been allowed to return to Hogwarts.

"Allen, I'm sorry; we used all the scrolls you left for us..." Harry said with an apologetic expression.

"It's fine, it's fine," Allen quickly said. "I gave them to you for you to use; besides, I'm very glad that those scrolls of yours were able to save an innocent life and uncover a long-buried secret." Allen shrugged indifferently.

"But those scrolls cost you over 700 Jin Jin Jialong just in materials!" Harry continued.

"It's fine; I can afford 700 Jin Jin Jialong..." Allen said, wincing a bit; not mentioning money was one thing, but once money was brought up, Allen started to wince.

"Listen to me," Harry interrupted Allen. "To thank you, we have prepared to compensate you with 5,000 Jin Jin Jialong."

Allen doubted his own hearing. "5,000 Jin Jin Jialong? How could you possibly come up with such a sum?"

"Actually, this money came from my godfather; to thank you, he decided to multiply the original 700 Jin Jin Jialong by seven as compensation for you; without you, he could never have regained his innocence..." Harry continued.

Allen was suddenly speechless; the temptation of 5,000 Jin Jin Jialong was far too great, capable of truly solving many of his problems; faced with such temptation, he truly could not bring himself to utter any words of refusal.

This Sirius Black is far too wealthy! Allen thought silently.

At that moment, Professor McGonagall suddenly appeared; she already knew Allen had returned to Hogwarts, and she had been looking for him, saying that Dumbledore wished to speak with him.

Allen instantly felt an ominous premonition, but now he could only follow Professor McGonagall.

They soon arrived at the Headmaster's office, and then Professor McGonagall took her leave.

Silence immediately fell upon the Headmaster's office; Professor Dumbledore was standing before the Pensieve, gazing at the silver mist floating within, saying nothing.

"Professor, you wished to see me?" Allen said, forcing himself to speak.

Dumbledore's gaze swept over Allen, lingered for a moment on his tail, and he smiled, saying, "You always manage to bring me surprises, and your rate of progress is accelerating."

"Professor, you flatter me." Allen knew his secret had been exposed, but he had not yet decided how to respond, especially before Dumbledore.

"In fact, you could be more honest with me; having served as Headmaster for so many years, I am quite clear on what has been happening around Hogwarts," Dumbledore said softly.

Allen remained silent; he did not know where to begin.

"Just now, Professor Snape sent me a memory of his, and that memory is now in the Pensieve.

I have viewed it many times; each time I watch, I am amazed all over again." Professor Dumbledore had now begun to speak plainly.

"What would you like to know?" Allen said, pondering.

"I wish to know more, but what I desire most is to join your research," Professor Dumbledore said.

Allen looked at Professor Dumbledore in surprise.

"What, do you look down on me? Although I am over a hundred years old, I consider my research abilities to be no worse than anyone else's," Dumbledore said, raising an eyebrow.

"No, I am surprised by why you would have such an idea!" Allen quickly said.

"It would be strange if I did not have such an idea!" Professor Dumbledore said rapidly.

"Before you became an Animagus, your talent abilities were still within my understanding, but after you became an Animagus, your talent abilities have become completely incomprehensible to me."

"The organs and parts you randomly manifested all contain strange and unfamiliar powers, powers that have never appeared in the Wizarding World before; the potions Professor Snape researched and your modified Transfiguration spells both stem from your innate transformation ability."

"This power is so powerful and unique, and within two or three months of its appearance, you and Severus found ways to wield this power, and both methods are based on our existing magical system."

"This has led me to marvel at the potential of this power; I believe this power will take root and sprout within our magical system, gradually growing into a towering tree; this makes me feel we have entered an era of great magical development; how could I miss such an exciting event?"

"The growth of a sapling always requires various care and nurturing, and I am the most suitable candidate." Professor Dumbledore's blue eyes, through his half-moon spectacles, gazed at Allen; his eyes were filled with sincerity...

Allen felt persuaded; he indeed needed more people to join him in researching the power of Pokémon; Professor Dumbledore was truly the most suitable candidate, and in recent years his trust in Dumbledore had been steadily increasing; besides, he was powerless to prevent Dumbledore from participating.

Thus, he no longer hesitated; he slowly drew out his wand, placed the tip against his temple, closed his eyes and searched within his mind, then slowly withdrew the wand tip from his temple; a silver thread attached to the wand tip was pulled out...

He took a few steps forward and cast this fragment of memory into the Pensieve; this memory contained his research on the Transfiguration spell and parameters of some Transfigured beasts.

"This is part of my research results; once you have fully mastered it, we can begin discussing the next step..."

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