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Dante sat in his office, his feet up on the table, as he regarded the old man before him.
"So I'm supposed to believe that you're a wizard who teaches at a magician's school with a name that sounds like a skin condition?"
Dumbledore smiled. "Perhaps. It will be well worth your while to believe it, skin condition comment notwithstanding."
"Why me, old man? I can use magic, but I'm not a wand waver. I use a sword and a pair of guns."

Dumbledore summoned a glass of wine form nowhere and started to drink.
"We need someone to take over the post of Defence against the Dark Arts teacher. The Ministry plans to put someone absolutely atrocious into the job, and furthermore, I doubt there is anyone on the face of the Earth who knows more about fighting evil than you. Lord Voldemort is a threat to the entire world, but then so was Mundus, now wasn't he?"

Still not convinced, Dante prepared to have another slice of his pizza. Just as he was about to eat it, Dumbledore made it vanish, earning him a glare from Dante, who had just closed his mouth around thin air.
"Do you want to die, grandpa?"
Dumbledore made the pizza reappear on the plate.
"I know you are in debt still, Dante. We can pay all of it off in one go, simply in exchange for you playing Defence against the Dark Arts professor for one year. We need you, Dante. No one can teach how to combat evil better than the one who defeated the devil himself. What is your answer?"

Dante rolled his eyes, having the last pizza slice, glaring at Dumbledore in a silent threat of a bullet to the head if Dumbledore made the pizza vanish again.
As Dante finished the pizza slice, he looked up. "I'll do it."