HP : The Frail-Looking, Iron-Fisted Beauty of Harry Potter

Once or twice would have been fine, but the Quill of Acceptance wrote it a hundred times, and the Book of Admittance simply would not approve it.

Clearly, the Book of Admittance judged that Dolly Dursley did not exist, or did not have the qualifications to enter the magic school.

The Quill of Acceptance was clearly angry and tried to write the name with even more force.

The Book of Admittance simply snapped itself shut, preventing the Quill from touching it anymore. It tickles.

Now the Quill was thoroughly enraged. It used its sharp tip to madly poke at the pages of the Book. After a moment of silence, the Book also began to fight back.

We're both ancient artifacts of the same level. You think you're the only one with a personality?

And so, the opening and closing pages, like a large mouth, tried to bite the Quill's feather.

The Quill, while dodging, would take moments to turn and counterattack, writing words like "idiot" and "fool" on the Book's pages.

Although the Book of Admittance could make these characters disappear, it was obviously even angrier now.

A pen and a book that had cooperated for countless years were now fighting tooth and nail.

This continued until a white-bearded old man in his pajamas, Dumbledore, rushed over in response to the commotion and used magic to stop the two artifacts' battle.

Looking at the mess all over the floor, Dumbledore, over a hundred years old, couldn't help but glare, his beard bristling.

He was probably one of the few people in the world qualified to lose his temper with the Quill of Acceptance and the Book of Admittance.

"Now tell me, why were you fighting."

"If you don't have a suitable reason, I will lock you in a box and not let you see the light of day for a month."

The Quill and the Book were silent for a moment, but ultimately, they feared the punishment of confinement.

So the Book of Admittance opened, and the Quill wrote on it the reason for their conflict.

"Dolly Dursley? That name..."

At first, Dumbledore didn't think much of it, but then he realized the seriousness of the problem.

He naturally remembered the name. It was Harry Potter's cousin, only seven days older than Harry.

And she should have been, like her mother, a full-fledged Muggle.

After all, magical talent was something determined at birth; it was impossible to awaken it later in life.

Because magic was stored in a special magical organ that existed somewhere between the soul and reality. Even the current wizarding world didn't understand its secrets. How could there be a way to awaken it later in life?

But now, Dolly Dursley was truly showing a magical reaction.

This couldn't help but make Dumbledore curious. How did she do it?

Or rather, what had happened to her?

Most importantly, Harry Potter was living in Dolly's house.

In a few more days, Hogwarts would be sending Harry his acceptance letter.

In just over a month, Harry would be coming to his loyal wizarding world.

At this time, absolutely nothing could go wrong with Harry!

At this thought, Dumbledore could no longer sit still.

He said to the Quill and the Book, "Stop fighting. I will go and see for myself."

"After I return, whether to give her a chance to enroll will be decided by me, the Headmaster of Hogwarts."

The Quill's feather trembled, and the Book tapped its spine, indicating that the two artifacts accepted Dumbledore's handling of the matter.

Dumbledore immediately returned to his office, changed into his robes, and left Hogwarts.

He then used Apparition to arrive outside the Dursleys' house at Number 4, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

Looking at the scenery that hadn't changed in over a decade, Dumbledore was filled with emotion.

For so many years, he had not come to see Harry.

It wasn't because he didn't miss or worry about the child, but because Dumbledore was afraid that if he came too often, the Death Eaters would discover Harry's trail.

After all, even Dumbledore couldn't guarantee that his movements would go completely undetected.

Especially when his opponent was that Tom Riddle who could not be named.

His magical power was really not much weaker than Dumbledore's. Dumbledore's main advantages were his age, experience, knowledge, and the Elder Wand in his hand.

Even now, Dumbledore dared not be the slightest bit careless.

He first used a Disillusionment Charm to hide his form, then cast a series of spells to ensure that he wouldn't leave even a trace of scent.

He even left a counter-charm to prevent others from detecting nearby magical fluctuations before entering the Dursleys' house.

No one in the Dursley house noticed anything. Vernon and Petunia, having finished tidying up, were snuggled together watching a soap opera.

Harry was already in his new room. Although there was only a bed in it now, he was lying on it, too excited to sleep.

Pushing the door open and looking at Harry from afar, Dumbledore showed a gratified smile, then closed the door and left.

Finally, he arrived outside Dolly's door on the second floor.

He had originally wanted to enter the room directly, but on second thought, that didn't seem right.

So he knocked on the door. Dolly's voice came from inside.

"Who is it?"

Dolly had just finished exploring her body, confirmed that she couldn't feel any trace of magic, and had basically given up.

Hearing the knock, she thought it was her parents.

It certainly couldn't be Harry, because Harry was forbidden from setting foot on the second floor.

However, the person at the door didn't seem to intend to answer and continued to knock.

Dolly didn't think much of it, assuming her parents had something to tell her. But when she opened the door, a strange old man was standing outside.

He had silver-white hair, so long that it could be tucked into his belt.

His blue eyes, behind half-moon spectacles, twinkled with a wise light under the lamp, as if they could see right through a person.

He was tall and thin, his long fingers interlaced, presenting a calm and elegant posture.

Seeing the plump child before him, Dumbledore was just about to introduce himself when the door slammed shut with a bang.

Staring at the closed door, Dumbledore was momentarily taken aback.

He looked himself over again, confirmed that there was nothing amiss, and knocked on the door again.

Inside the room, Dolly's face was pale, her heart pounding.

Why is Dumbledore here?

Dolly wasn't afraid that Dumbledore would hurt her. The old man might have his own selfish motives or even a hint of ruthlessness, but it was certain that Dumbledore aimed to be a saint.

He held himself to an extremely high moral standard. Even if Dolly kicked him in the butt right now, he would certainly not harm a child.

But Dolly was a transmigrator. And Dumbledore had come to find her now. It must be because she had just added that point to her magic attribute, right?

You have to know, Dumbledore could read minds—Legilimency—and he was a master among masters.

What if he read her mind and found out she was a transmigrator? What should she do?

And at that moment, as if enjoying the show and wanting to stir up trouble, the system's voice rang out.

[Emergency Quest! Faced with the sudden arrival of Dumbledore, how will our Miss Dolly display her charm and make a deep impression on this new student?]

[As expected, she should rely on Miss Dolly's unparalleled charm!]

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