The Tragic History of Dumbledore

What? I'm Dumbledore? The Dumbledore who, after mistaking a prank candy sent back by the Weasley Twins for a treat from Harry Potter, ate it because of his failing eyesight, then threw up, collapsed, and died, only to have someone transmigrate into his body?! Oh?? My God, no, Merlin's thousand-year-unwashed lace panties! This is actually the tragic, angsty, and loving story of a woman named Deng Lidu who transmigrates into the old bee-skinned Dumbledore (who is, in fact, Dumbledore himself), and gets entangled with the founder of Slytherin, two generations of Dark Lords, the Snake King, and the Peacock King. A warning first: this is my first attempt at writing angsty H... You could say I wrote it to see the illicit affair between the second-generation Dark Lord and Dumbledore. But if there's a second-generation Dark Lord, there has to be a first-generation Dark Lord; if there's a first-generation Dark Lord, there has to be Slytherin; if it's HP, there has to be the Bat Snake King; and if there's a Bat Snake King, there has to be a platinum-blond peacock. Another warning: there will be no pregnancy in this story. Dumbledore has to become young again for the sake of appearances. The H won't show up right away, but I'm sure that once it does, there'll be plenty of it... Updates are irregular, so stay tuned.