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"Professor Quirrell is working for the Dark Lord." Lin Mo's voice was quite steady.

Dumbledore finally raised his eyebrows unexpectedly: "Mr. Lin Mo, this is a very serious accusation."

"I understand," Lin Mo said, "but please believe me, Professor Quirrell is working for the Dark Lord."

"In my impression, Quilinas was an enthusiastic student when he was in school. He never showed any yearning for any black magic, although he personally traveled to those dim star fields in order to obtain first-hand practical information.

This was a very courageous act for a long time, but there is no reason to connect him with Voldemort. In fact, although I believe that Voldemort will return one day, there is no real evidence to prove this so far.

point."

The old man crossed his fingers and put them on the table:

"So, Mr. Lin Mo, do you have any concrete evidence?"

"Gringotts was stolen? That vault, Harry said it was invaded after Hagrid took him to take away the contents." Lin Mo was still avoiding mentioning the name of the Sorcerer's Stone for the time being, slowly brewing his determination:

"As well as the wizard who killed the unicorn we met in the Forbidden Forest, Mr. Firenze the Centaur gave a warning about the Dark Lord, and the collapsed wall on Halloween and the troll that was let in, sorry

Frankly speaking, Professor Dumbledore, I don’t think it’s caused by the castle’s disrepair and the bad weather around Halloween.”

Dumbledore nodded slightly as if to agree, but then shook his head:

"It's rare, Mr. Lin Mo, that you can notice these things and connect them together, but I still want to say that these are not tangible evidence. Even if you can use this to make guesses, it is just a guess.

Perhaps Voldemort is plotting the stone, but it could also be other wizards who covet the stone, after all Mr. Flamel's Philosopher's Stone is recognized as the only true Philosopher's Stone in existence."

"Perhaps you have also learned that many life-extending magic potions can only make people live to three or four hundred years old, which is the limit. You can imagine the temptation for wizards like Mr. Flamel who has spanned nearly a thousand years of life. Naturally

, the same reason goes for hunting unicorns and sucking their blood. Unicorns are very, very precious magical animals that only live on this planet."

The old man did not hesitate to mention the Sorcerer's Stone in front of Lin Mo: "Furthermore, even though there are many signs that Voldemort is about to regain his strength, I don't understand, Mr. Lin Mo, why you believe that Professor Quirrell is helping him?"

"Professor Quirrell...he wore a turban during the Dream Realm course." Lin Mo was still brewing his determination.

"The dream realm and the turban...please explain further," Dumbledore frowned: "Forgive me for being a little confused."

Obviously, even if the old man was extremely intelligent, he could not figure out why Lin Mo thought that Quirrell was working for the Dark Lord because he wore a turban in the dream realm. In fact, Lin Mo himself could not explain it in a few words.

Explain the reason clearly.

But he finally made up his mind, "I can't explain things clearly in words in a short time, but maybe there is a better way." Lin Mo looked at the old man's eyes, trying to see through the eyes behind the half-moon lenses.

He found some factors that prevented him from saying the next words, hoping to see some cunning, coldness, selfishness, or calculation that made him wary.

But he didn't see anything untrustworthy in the old man's eyes.

No matter on the rational or emotional level, he could not find any reason to worry about this old man.

Finally, he spoke slowly and said word by word: "Please give me Legilimency."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows again, looking very surprised that he could continuously surprise the old man in a short period of time. Lin Mo should probably be proud of this.

"Legilimency on you?"

"Yes, it is difficult for me to explain things clearly in a few words, but with your understanding, you may be able to find clues and answers from my bizarre memories. I have many extraordinary memories, about Professor Quirrell, about

The Dark Lord, about me, and about this planet." Lin Mo's emotions at the moment were as complex as a twisted set of mathematical equations with no solution.

His palms were wet, maybe this decision was too reckless, maybe he shouldn't have done it.

But what harm could it do?

Will Dumbledore use his wand to give him a green light after reading his memories? Will Dumbledore become the Dark Lord who destroys the world? Will Dumbledore expel him from the wizarding world and erase his memory?

Did memory make him a fool?

"Oh, by the way, Professor, if you decide to turn me into a fool after reading my memories, I hope you can arrange a happy life for that fool, preferably one where he can sleep until he wakes up naturally and counts money until his hands cramp.

Seed." Lin Mo made a joke.

The old man shook his head slightly, as if he still had doubts, "Are you sure this is necessary, Mr. Lin Mo?" he asked, "As a very powerful Legilimency master, forgive me for boasting, but I just say this to increase my

It is credible that I can indeed use Legilimency without harming you, but few wizards are willing to use this kind of magic as a medium of communication."

"I haven't been able to copy the memory into the pensieve," Lin Mo glanced at the various rotating instruments that made tiny sounds beside the desk: "And some things may be difficult to understand if you don't see them with your own eyes.

believe."

Retrieving memories and storing them in magic containers requires superb skills. In fact, only an Occlumency Master or a Legilimency Master can do this, and Lin Mo cannot master it through a period of training.

"I understand." Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully and picked up the wand on the table: "So, Mr. Lin Mo, which memory do you want me to pursue? To be precise, at what time?

, measured by your experience?”

"My earliest memories." Lin Mo said.

"Around six or seven years old?"

"It's still early."

"Around three or four years old?"

"It's still early."

"...I understand." Dumbledore nodded slightly again, "Then, let's get started. There is no need to be nervous. I will quit immediately as long as you refuse. You can also guide me to find what you want to show me.

Memory and the human heart are complex and have multiple levels, and it is not easy to find the target among them," he paused and reminded in a joking tone:

"Please rest assured that you will not be turned into a fool. Memory cannot be modified by outsiders, not even I can do that."

"Legilimency." The old man recited the spell.