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"I understand where your worries come from, Minerva." Hearing Voldemort's name, Dumbledore behind the desk nodded slightly, but through his half-moon eyes, his gaze did not show any signs of confusion.

Too serious:

"Transfiguration is indeed a magic that emphasizes will and thinking. Children who are talented in Transfiguration tend to have stronger execution ability and clearer purpose, but these two qualities are not negative things. To put it bluntly,

To be modest, my talent in transformation may have been stronger when I was a child."

"Oh, of course," McGonagall said: "But combined with this incident, the child showed some indifferent emotions"

"It doesn't have to be indifference, Minerva. In many cases, toughness can easily be mistaken for indifference. For example, I think you have such a misunderstanding about Severus, but on this point, I have no intention of convincing you.

I mean." Dumbledore said easily:

"As for your comparison between Lin Mo and young Tom, in my opinion, I happened to observe Lin Mo's child and there is a fundamental difference between him and Tom when he was young."

"When did you..."

"Shh," Dumbledore said with an interesting expression: "He happens to be relatively close to Harry. I have secretly observed the child through the multi-flavored bean pictures and Mrs. Longbottom's memory ball, and I didn't see anything wrong.

But there is something very interesting about that kid Lin Mo, oh, he also invented that interesting lucky spell."

As he spoke, he took out his wand and wanted to wave it: "You know, Flame Soy Sauce Big Nose"

"Albus!" McGonagall looked helpless, but she didn't look surprised. She was probably used to the principal's craziness.

After learning that Dumbledore had observed Lin Mo's child, she seemed much more relaxed:

"If you had told me that you had already observed the child, I wouldn't be so worried. But I still don't know why the Sorting Hat sorted Lin Mo into Slytherin? It's not that I have any bias, but the student of that college

Family tradition and a lot of idiosyncrasies, combined with Severus's, made it easier to go astray."

Mag's eyes fell on a shelf behind the table, where there was a tattered and wrinkled wizard's hat.

The Sorting Hat probably didn't want to answer this question, and was snoring like the portraits on the wall.

"Oh, as for why it is Slytherin, maybe it is because the child has inherited a certain noble bloodline, and coupled with the shrewdness and ambition of some smart children, he will naturally be sorted into Slytherin by the Sorting Hat." Dumbledore

Answer easily.

"But isn't he a magic thief? I've already forgotten that he is a magic thief," Professor McGonagall saw the old man picking up the wand again and had no choice but to give up asking. She emphasized: "Really

, Albus, I have forgotten that he is a law thief, there is no need for you to release me again and forget about it."

Dumbledore put away his wand with satisfaction.

"Of course, there is one more thing that makes me sure that the child has a good nature," the old man said softly:

"Because he was born in the Muggle world, Scikleia was specially responsible for the child's admission. After she came back, she told me that after learning about the existence of the magical world, Lin Mo asked her if there was anything that could make people better.

The magic of luck, and is willing to use all the student loans he can get from Gringotts, a thousand gold galleons, to buy a long-acting slow-release elixir that lasts for one year, which is a kind of medicine for the mercenaries who raised him.

Unpopular professional soldiers are used to keep them as safe as possible on the battlefield."

"I know what mercenaries are." Mag frowned.

"So you can see, Minerva, his behavior is completely different from that of Tom. He has a deep connection with the world, has relatives he cares about, and has the courage to take responsibility and even sacrifice at a young age. This

This is a quality I have never seen in Tom." Dumbledore squinted his eyes, seeming to recall the impression of Riddle in his mind.

"It's completely different. If you go to Professor Quirrell's dream world and observe Mr. Lin Mo's actions, you will find that he is a very experienced warrior, especially when he does not use magic. I suspect that some proud people

Preparatory students Luo are not as alert as him. Therefore, the behavior you described in his conflict with Chris and the others should be just a training habit."

"So he has participated in Muggle military training since he was a child?" McGonagall asked in surprise.

"I think so, this is the most reasonable guess." Dumbledore said kindly:

"You can continue to pay attention to him, but you don't need to go too far. Minerva, since that child has mature understanding, you might as well help him more when he has questions. I still need to pay attention to other things. Sicklea

She said that the child has a rare magical talent in perception. Although she didn't specify what it was, I have a vague hunch."

The old man stared at the rotating silverware on the table, his eyes shining with wisdom.

"He is probably..."

If Lin Mo had heard Dumbledore's previous analysis, he would have been extremely impressed (even though he was already extremely impressed). In his opinion, the biggest reason why the Dark Lord could make children stop crying and everyone was afraid of him was not because of him.

His strength (although it is certainly very strong) does not lie in his love for green light (Avada Kedavra), but in his lack of bond with the wizarding world and even the Muggle world.

In other words, the Dark Lord has no one he cares about. There is no one he cares about in the whole world except himself.

In the world of magic, the destructive ability of individuals is extremely powerful, and if a wizard who is so powerful that he has no opponent can do it without any scruples, how much harm can he cause?

The rich history of magic has given daunting answers more than once.

Of course, if Lin Mo knew that Professor McGonagall thought he might grow up to be the next Dark Lord, he would probably be flattered and dumbfounded. How could a little shrimp like him be worthy of comparing with that one? And before that, after learning that Professor McGonagall

If he had actually reported this to Dumbledore, he would have blacked out and fainted from crying.

But for now, it might be better to faint than face Professor Snape.

After Mag took Chris and the others to the treatment room, Snape did not let Lin Mo leave immediately.

Standing in front of the Potions Professor who had been silent for a long time, Lin Mo felt like a salted fish waiting to be killed in the afternoon, trembling under the dark eyes of the Potions Professor.

After a long time, I finally heard Snape ask: "Mr. Lin Mo, I'm curious, why aren't you angry?"

"Huh?" Lin Mo was stunned, not understanding what the other party meant.

"Chrissy and Pansy call you a Mudblood, why don't you seem to care."