Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

After dinner, Glenn saw that it was still early, so he went back to the common room.

He also had some speculations about the old fox's sudden invitation.

At this point in time, there are only two possibilities.

Either it has something to do with Quirrell, or it involves the innocent little Harry.

As the time approached, Glenn stood up.

"Are you going to find Dumbledore?" Qiu asked in a low voice.

"Yeah." Glenn nodded, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Do you want to go with me?"

The girl seemed to be moved for a moment.

Curiosity is human instinct, and she was no exception. But after hesitating for a few seconds, she still shook her head.

"Dumbledore must be looking for you so urgently because he must have something important. I won't go so as not to delay your business talk."

Qiu's smile was so caring, and Glenn couldn't help but feel warm in his heart.

"There are thousands of roads..."

The map function was as reliable as ever, and Glenn arrived on the eighth floor on time.

The gargoyle in front of the principal's office saw him and showed that not-so-pretty smile again.

"Long time no see, kid, please tell me the new password!"

Glenn nodded slightly at him with a smile on his face.

"Lemon Sherbet."

The stone beast nodded, gave way to the entrance, and said softly: "The password is correct, please come in!"

In the office, Dumbledore sat behind his desk and looked at Glenn who came in with a smile.

There were two teacups on the table, steaming.

Glenn sat down in the armchair Dumbledore had just transformed and asked.

"You came to me in such a hurry...is there something wrong?"

"Don't worry, try it first. This is the gift I just received. According to your habit, no milk or sugar is added."

Dumbledore pointed to the cup in front of him.

Glenn glanced down.

dark...

English jasmine black tea.

This is a bit disappointing.

With a polite yet embarrassed smile on his face, he picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Not bad to drink.

It's just not the taste I expected.

Dumbledore looked kind, like Santa Claus who had just delivered gifts.

"It tastes great, Professor, thank you."

In order not to disappoint him, Glenn gave him a thumbs up and praised him.

Dumbledore looked satisfied and took a sip of the extra strong milk tea in his cup.

Glenn took this opportunity to put the teacup back on the table without leaving a trace.

"Before I tell you what I'm thinking, I'm curious, what have you guessed?"

Dumbledore put down his tea cup and picked up a lemon snow candy.

Glenn hesitated for a moment and asked: "Is it related to...Professor Quirrell that you called me here?"

The old fox was slightly surprised and asked: "Do you have any speculations about Professor Quirrell?"

It seems I guessed wrong...

Glenn thought to himself and quickly thought of a way to deal with it.

There shouldn't be any problem when it comes to the so-called prophetic ability at this time.

"I had a dream, Professor."

He didn't ponder for too long and said naturally.

Dumbledore seemed very interested, folding his hands on the desk, waiting for him to continue speaking.

"This dream appeared at the end of last school year. It was very short and vague."

Glenn frowned slightly, showing an expression of reminiscence.

"There should be a forest of oak and beech trees. I saw a man entangled in a cloud of gray smoke. He looked very painful." He said slowly, "Although it was not clear, I saw it.

His face should be Professor Quirrell."

Dumbledore tilted his head, thought for a while, and asked, "I'm just curious, what kind of perspective is your dream?"

"Looking down, Professor, it should be similar to the position in mid-air."

Glenn replied immediately.

"Looking down..." Dumbledore repeated, nodding to himself.

"In addition to Professor Quirrell's abnormal behavior after the semester started, I wonder if he encountered any danger or problem."

Glenn added another sentence, forming a complete chain of reasoning.

"Your guess makes sense, Glenn. This is quite important information."

Dumbledore looked at him with more admiration in his eyes.

"I didn't originally plan to talk to you about this matter, but now that you have a certain understanding, we can talk more about it later."

He said with a smile.

"Before that, we still have to talk about another person."

Glenn understood immediately and asked: "You are talking about the boy who survived, right?"

Dumbledore wasn't too surprised this time. After all, everyone knew Harry Potter's name, so it was normal for him to guess it.

"Yes, it's about little Harry."

He bent down and took out an almost weightless paper package from the drawer of his desk.

"Before we get down to business, I have a question about a fairy tale."

Glenn showed a normal expression of confusion, but felt a little unbelievable in his heart.

Fairy tales, packages, Harry Potter.

The three pieces of information seem to have no connection, but they all point to something very important...

Deathly Hallows.

If you guessed correctly, in that paper bag, there should be a core clue that was so vivid in the original work - the invisibility cloak.

Thinking of this, the system prompt suddenly sounded.

"Ding~"

Three new milestones appear on the light screen.

【Fade without a trace】

【Unparalleled in the world】

【Resurrection】

Glenn understood in his heart and turned off the system screen quietly.

"What fairy tale?" He changed his sitting position and asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"The Legend of Three Brothers."

As expected, Dumbledore's answer was exactly as he imagined.

"If you are talking about the one in "The Tales of Beedle the Bard", I think I should know." Glenn replied, "Although my grandfather doesn't like telling me stories, I have read some story books myself.

of."

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed, as if he wanted to laugh but was holding back.

"Now that you know it, I don't need to repeat it again." He said softly, "What I want to tell you is that this story is a real thing that happened."

"Watt?! You mean..."

Glenn asked in surprise, showing an expression of disbelief.

"Yes, the Elder Wand, the Invisibility Cloak, and the Resurrection Stone are all real."

Dumbledore nodded and said.

Glenn resisted looking at the Elder Wand he put on the table, but pointed at the paper package, hesitating to speak.

Dumbledore smiled. He gently pushed the paper package in front of him and motioned for him to open it.

Glenn gently tore open the outer layer of parchment.

A liquid-like, silver-gray substance slid onto the table and gathered into a shiny pile.