Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

Dumbledore looked at the mysterious Glenn in front of him with a question mark on his face, as if he couldn't help laughing.

"Please forgive me for being a bit old, Glenn," his expression was unnatural, "can you please say it again."

"I mean, I think I might have the power of prophecy." He repeated it with a serious face, secretly beginning to prepare for Legilimency that might appear at any time.

When Dumbledore saw that he didn't look like he was joking, his brows became a little more solemn.

Seeing that Harry Potter's development plan was about to begin, even he couldn't decide whether an uncertain factor like prophecy was good or bad.

"Ever since the magic riot, I often see scenes in my dreams that will only happen in the future."

"Tell me more about it, kid."

Glenn pulled out a few clips from the memory palace, modified them slightly, and placed them outside the firewall just in case.

Facing this kind of old fox who has been playing Liaozhai for many years, no matter how many trump cards you prepare, you will still feel insecure, even if you know that he is a good person full of positive energy.

Dumbledore raised his head slightly, his eyes shining brightly behind his half-moon lenses.

"That's it, Professor. I've always wanted to tell you something," Glenn looked directly into his blue eyes, "until I had a dream last night. I dreamed that I was standing in front of a stone monster with a hand in my hand.

Got an order form for... Duke of Bees."

"Oh?" Dumbledore reacted like a cross talk actor.

"I subconsciously followed my feeling and ended up here." Glenn continued, "You know, I am a person who will get lost when walking from the classroom on the first floor to the auditorium."

The system was silent, and there was no audible reminder like the last time Professor Snape used Legilimency.

Isn't the old fox trying to read the memory?

"Then what did you come to me to tell me?" Dumbledore asked.

Glenn was a little confused.

Why don't you follow the procedure? With this old yin... character, shouldn't he be suspicious first and then use Legilimency?

After being surprised for a moment, Glenn continued: "I think there may be something wrong with the new Professor Rick."

Dumbledore showed an intriguing smile.

Glenn hesitated.

According to his plan, he should first use the Memory Palace Hard Steel to unleash a wave of Legilimency from the Principal, in order to gain enough trust to confirm his identity as a prophet.

But in the current situation, he was not sure whether the other party believed in this prophetic ability.

You can’t just say that this Defense Against the Dark Arts professor’s black magic is at full level, right?

As for her use of psychological suggestion magic in class, she cannot disclose it for the time being. He does not want to reveal his ability to sense magic fluctuations prematurely.

Fortunately, Patricia's appearance in Ravenclaw Tower can be used to make a fuss.

"In a dream I had some time ago, I saw Professor Rick appearing alone in the Ravenclaw common room." Glenn showed an expression as if he was remembering something. "It seemed that he was talking to Rowena.

The Ravenclaw statue is cast with a spell I don't recognize."

Dumbledore was thoughtful and motioned for him to continue.

"Just now, when we returned to the college, I seemed to see a figure sneaking away, and the figure looked like her." Glenn said, "I originally thought that if the professor needed to come to the lounge to find something,

, just come openly and openly, why do you have to choose a time when everyone is not around?"

Dumbledore seemed to be thinking about something, but his expression didn't change much.

"Sit down first, Glenn, do you want something sweet?" He showed his signature gentle smile, waved his magic wand, and transformed an armchair opposite the desk.

Glenn sat down in response and glanced at the refreshment tray that was pushed over. Inside was a slug-shaped jelly, soft and waxy.

Glenn gave a polite but not awkward smile.

"No, professor, thank you."

Dumbledore didn't insist. He pulled back the tea tray and poked half of the slug with a silver fork.

Glenn's stomach churned again as he looked at the slug's head swinging on the tip of the fork.

"I have no doubts about your sincerity, Glenn." Dumbledore said carefully, "but out of an old guy's caution, I have to do a little test..."

Glenn's heart trembled, and he nodded calmly: "No problem, Professor."

"This is a memory-reading spell that will not cause you any harm. Of course, you can refuse it. This request is unreasonable." Dumbledore explained with some embarrassment, "I actually shouldn't

A little wizard like you uses this kind of spell, but the stakes are so high that I need to make sure that your memory has not been tampered with by anyone."

Glenn didn't realize it for a moment. The old man in front of him seemed different from what he imagined. Although he still had to use Legilimency, the concern and sincerity in his eyes didn't seem to be fake.

[Core character, Albus Dumbledore, friendship level 20, exchange currency 2000.]

A large amount of friendship points were recorded, and Glenn was even more certain that Dumbledore's reaction was not a disguise, but a genuine belief in himself.

And the next test is really just to identify your own memory.

"It's a pity that you don't know how to retrieve your own memory." Dumbledore sighed softly and pointed to the pensieve in the corner cabinet, "otherwise we can use another method."

"It's okay, Professor." Glenn said with a smile, "Is there anything I need to do?"

"Just relax, kid."

Glenn nodded slightly and looked directly into Dumbledore's eyes.

"Legilimency!"

A series of images flashed through Glenn's mind.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Patricia, who was dressed in a slim-fitting black robe, had a faint smile on her eyes, and her voice was ethereal and deep, as if it carried the magic power that could touch people's hearts.

"There is no doubt that black magic is the most effective shortcut to becoming powerful."

In an inconspicuous corner, a girl wearing Gryffindor robes stood alone, her expression unclear.

...

Different from the previous paragraph, this memory seems a little hazy.

In the empty Ravenclaw common room, it was Patricia again, pointing the wand in her hand at the sculpture of Rowena Ravenclaw.

"The trace appears!"

"The true form is revealed!"

The statue showed no response.

Patricia smiled softly, as if she had expected it, and waved the wand in her hand again.

...

Ravenclaw Tower, below the spiral staircase.

A tall and slim figure flashed in the shadows of the corridor on one side.

Glenn, who was about to climb the stairs, seemed to have caught something out of the corner of his eye and looked sideways in the direction where the figure disappeared.

At the corner of the dark corridor, there was a faint trace of the hem of a black robe floating past.

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