Signed to Hogwarts, I lead the magic revolution

“Please sit, Ambo, what to drink?”

“Just lemon juice.”

After arriving at the headmaster’s office, Dumbledore drew his wand and waved it gently, and a lilac single sofa with a cherry blossom pattern appeared in front of the desk.

Dumbledore’s superb Transfiguration did not surprise Ambo, he had long known that the old man in front of him with a bad temperament was one of the most outstanding Transfiguration masters in the world today.

He is now more interested in the layout of the principal’s office.

For more than a hundred years, Dumbledore has been standing at the top of the wizarding world, such a status and strength, even if Dumbledore is not greedy, some of the things he has, will definitely not be ordinary goods on the market.

For example, the set on the table is puffing out the steaming alchemy combination bottle.

“The professor is really a big deal, this set of stable reaction bottles, but you can’t buy it with gallons.”

An Bo walked to the desk very familiarly, bent down, and carefully looked at this set of alchemy equipment.

His attainments in alchemy are not considered to be money, and he naturally knows how valuable such a set of equipment is for an alchemist.

This also made Amber even more covetous of Dumbledore’s alchemy manuscripts.

“It’s a gift from an old friend, I didn’t expect that you are actually interested in alchemy.”

Saying that, Dumbledore knocked on the desk, and two glasses of lemon juice appeared out of thin air, and automatically pushed in front of Ambo.

“Take a break, Ambo, you must be tired right now.”

“Thank you, Professor, it does.”

An Bo was not strong, took a sip of lemon juice, and felt the sweet and sour taste explode in his mouth.

He lay leisurely on the single sofa, his eyes slightly closed, quietly recuperating his spirit.

Ambo knew that Dumbledore called himself over and definitely didn’t just drink a glass of lemon juice.

It will be an intellectual showdown, and in some ways, even more dangerous than the previous encounter.

So Ambo would not miss any opportunity to recuperate, and he even took a slight nap.

Until Snape’s broad black robe reappeared in the headmaster’s office, a bottle of potion with a swirling brilliance. Roughly shoved into Ambo’s hands.

“Thank you, Professor.”

Without hesitation, Ambo raised his head and drank the potion.

If Snape wanted to deal with himself, there was no need to bother with potions.

“Although it has a tranquilizer, I have to remind you, Mr. Cadmus.”

“You’re a Slytherin, and if you rampage like a stupid Gryffindor, even ten bottles of Tranquilizer won’t solve the damage to your soul.”

Snape’s slow words were tinged with undisguised sarcasm, as he had always been, even with a sharp edge of concern.

“Well, Severus, I’m sure our Mr. Cadmus will learn from such a wonderful experience.”

Dumbledore interrupted Snape. Said in an exceptionally smooth tone:

“Can I talk to Cadmus alone now? Maybe tonight, Cadmus needs to ask you for a day off? ”

With a cold glance at the two present, Snape turned and walked out of the headmaster’s room, his black robe still floating behind him, as if his uncalm heart.

“Looks like you’re much better, Ambo, so can you elaborate on what happened tonight?”

Dumbleley sat on the high-backed seat, his hands spread, and his eyes showed a deep curiosity, like an old man who loved gossip.

“Actually, Professor, I don’t know what’s going on.”

Ambo shrugged, the absurdity on his face almost condensing into substance.

“I don’t know if Professor Flitwick told you that on the way to the bathroom, I was attacked by a group of senior students.”

“The black magic used by those people is pure and vicious, and it seems that it has been trained for a long time. Even more outrageous, they actually called themselves Death Eaters. ”

While speaking, Ambo looked at Dumbledore’s expression deadly.

He wasn’t sure if these people existed, whether Dumbledore knew about it or not.

Dumbledore’s attitude determines how Ambo deals with these people after that, which is a very important point.

Seeing that Dumbledore’s face did not show any emotional reaction, Ambo decided to add a little more weight.

“Professor, since we have the opportunity to sit here today, then I hope we are all a little honest with each other.”

“Of course, child, I am honored to have your trust.”

Dumbledore looked flattered, and even his eyes, which had been hidden behind the half-moon lenses, opened slightly at this time and looked directly at Ambo.

“It is a great honor for an educator to gain the absolute trust of students.”

“So kid, what do you want to say? Or do you want to know something? ”

Hearing Dumbledore’s question, Ambo did not answer immediately, but turned his gaze to the portraits on the walls.

This is the successive headmasters of Hogwarts, and the portraits are pretending to be asleep, but in fact listening to their conversation with their ears up.

“Okay, Professor, first question.”

After carefully examining the portraits on the wall, especially a certain headmaster from the Black family, Ambo turned his gaze to Dumbledore again, took a deep breath, and said:

“Presumably last time, the professor could already see that I have not lived very calmly over the years.”

“I also asked you about this at the time, but maybe because the information is still insufficient, or maybe you think that some things are not suitable for me to know now.”

Saying this, Ambo sat up straight and leaned forward slightly, appearing particularly serious and a little aggressive.

“Now Professor, I have been attacked like this in Hogwarts, which is claimed to be the safest, and I need to know urgently what the purpose of those people is.”

“And Merlin’s holy relic, what exactly is it.”

Amber’s voice just fell. The portraits on the wall no longer pretended to sleep, and they woke up one after another, staring at the two seriously.

Merlin’s holy relics, even among all the legends in the wizarding world, are the most mysterious and powerful kind.

Compared to history, there is only a few words to find the Three Hallows, and Merlin’s holy relic seems to be just living in legends.

Such a secret made these old men on the wall particularly interested.

“Actually, Ambow, I don’t know much.”

After a long silence, Dumbledore finally spoke.

However, unlike the perfunctory and pretending to be crazy and stupid in the past, Dumbledore now looks particularly serious.

“Ambo, I can only tell you some information I know, and this matter will start with the disappearance of your grandfather, who was the head of the Cadmus family.”

Remembering that past, Dumbledore’s eyes couldn’t help but flash a touch of memory.

“At that time, your grandfather, Edward Cadmus, was the man of the whole of Hogwarts.”

“-Of course, that kid is very good, a well-deserved Slytherin.” Principal Phineas Black on the wall chimed in.

“Shut up, Phineas, let Dumbledore explain.”

On the side, another chubby principal entered Black’s portrait, and the two immediately scuffled together.

Dumbledore, on the other hand, was not interrupted by this sudden episode, and still told the story of that dusty past:

“Headmaster Phineas is right, although Edward was a Slytherin at the time, he won almost the respect of the entire school.”

“He was cheerful, lively, treated all four houses equally, and was the best Seeker in Slytherin at the time.”

“Among the four cadets, he has countless fans, including me.”

Dumbledore smiled, seemingly not hiding about his youth.

“We all thought at the time that he would lead the pure-blood family, and indeed the entire wizarding world, to the top again.”

“Even in his sixth grade, even the Presbyterian Church broke its usual practice and started contacting him early—you know the Presbytery, Ambo?”

“I know, Headmaster, you continue.”

Although what Dumbledore said did not seem to have anything to do with what they were talking about, it was just an old man reminiscing about the past.

But Ambo did not relax in the slightest, but his brows became more and more wrinkled.

Because he had no idea that he had such a grandfather.

Portraits of the home, genealogy, private storage room for listings.

The traces of this person’s existence seem to have been completely erased from this world.

Not noticing the solemnity on Amber’s face, Dumbledore continued

“But we are also very familiar, during the summer vacation of the sixth grade, he said that he found something interesting from the family elder’s codex.”

“He was swearing that this was the glory of the Cadmus family lost for a thousand years, and with this, he could revitalize Cadmus in a short time.”

Speaking of this, Dumbledore sighed regretfully.

“But this time he came back, he went crazy.”

“After the start of school, his temperament changed drastically, and after only three months of seventh grade, he publicly withdrew from school, and hastily married Miss Selwyn, who was already engaged, and never appeared again.”

“It wasn’t until 1958, when your father was born, that Cadmus reappeared in the eyes of the world.”

“At the same time, what appeared in the eyes of the world was the so-called Merlin’s holy relic.”

“Legend has it that whoever can own him will be able to control the entire wizarding world.”

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