Reborn at Hogwarts - Chapter 110

c109 Caveats and Arguments

While speaking, Dumbledore had already sat on his own chair behind the desk.

The old man crossed his hands on the table and looked at Ivan with deep eyes.

“Aren’t you going to sit down? Don’t worry, I am the real Dumbledore, not someone pretending to be.”

“You know everything?”

Ivan sat down in front of Dumbledore as promised.

Looking at the old man sitting opposite him, Ivan felt as if he had returned to the first grade in a trance, as if he had known him before.

“what do you know?”

Dumbledore asked. He tapped the table lightly, and out of nowhere a large plate of sandwiches, a silver mug, and a pitcher of chilled pumpkin juice appeared on the table.

“I’m sorry that it can’t be as rich as the dinner.” Dumbledore smiled, “But it’s okay to fill your stomach.”

He pushed the plate towards Ivan, signaling that he could do whatever he wanted.

Ivan didn’t have much appetite. He just glanced at the plate of sandwiches that looked very attractive, and then looked at Dumbledore again:

“Professor, I want to know whether the protective measures of Hogwarts are still perfect?”

He didn’t directly ask Dumbledore if he knew about the attack just now, but wanted to confirm whether Hogwarts was still “safe”.

“I understand what you mean.” Dumbledore said, “Don’t worry, it’s safe here. Wizards from outside cannot reach the castle without permission.”

The old man looked at Ivan thoughtfully and touched his chin.

“…You seem to have encountered something?”

Ivan breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did he really relax, and the sense of loss of strength burst out from the inside out, spreading throughout his whole body.

He was unspeakably tired for a while.

Dumbledore saw Ivan’s abnormality. The old man didn’t say anything, but waved his hand silently, making the food on the table disappear, and then handed Ivan a glass of water.

Ivan took the water glass with both hands, and he found himself trembling uncontrollably all over his body, almost unable to hold the glass.

Difficult to drink the water in the glass, Ivan squeezed the glass, leaned on the chair and panted heavily.

After a long time, he was somewhat relieved.

Dumbledore looked at him seriously.

“I…was attacked just now.” Ivan considered his words carefully, “The attacker was the man in black who appeared last semester…”

He recounted the experience to Dumbledore exactly.

It’s just that the part of the conversation between the two that involves “reversal of time” is hidden.

As Ivan narrated, Dumbledore’s expression became more and more serious.

“It’s hard to believe that something like this can happen in Hogwarts today.” After Ivan’s narration came to an end, Dumbledore, who had been silent for a long time, spoke slowly, “Don’t worry, I won’t let Hogwarts This kind of indiscriminate disaster to Ci’s students… I think I need to discuss with other professors and make some arrangements in the school to ensure your safety. Take this first.”

He took out something from under the desk and handed it to Ivan.

“What is this?” Ivan carefully observed the spinning top that seemed to be made of cracked glass.

“Looking glass.” Dumbledore said simply, “A kind of black magic detector, if there are suspicious people around, it will light up and rotate. You can carry it with you, put it in your pocket, Or find a string and hang it on your chest.”

It sounds more convenient than the “eye of insight”, but how does it confirm who is the suspicious person?

Was it done with alchemy?

After his emotions stabilized, Ivan looked at the object called the “looking glass” while thinking about its principle.

Since studying with Grindelwald in Nurmengard for a month, he has become extremely sensitive to “alchemy” whenever he sees any magic item, he can’t help but want to explore its principle.

But at least he was still awake, knowing that now was not the time to study this, so he thanked Dumbledore and put the looking glass into his pocket.

“Ivan, I want to remind you…” Dumbledore looked at the scene in front of him and said softly, “Before doing something, you must first think about the consequences.”

Um?

Ivan understood the meaning of this sentence, but he didn’t know why Dumbledore deliberately mentioned it.

Am I not cautious enough?

He almost fell into deep self-doubt because of these words…

Dumbledore saw Ivan’s bewilderment, but the old bee didn’t mean to explain. He just took out the plate of sandwiches again and reminded Ivan that the curfew time was coming.

The implication was very clear, so Ivan directly picked up the plate, said goodbye to Dumbledore, and left the principal’s office.

…

After Ivan left, Dumbledore remained motionless, half leaning on the chair.

After a long time, he sighed, with a trace of fatigue on his face.

“Albus, maybe you don’t want to hear it, but I have to say it anyway,” said a portrait on the wall, wearing a Slytherin costume and a goatee, the first graduate of Hogwarts. Lytlin’s headmaster, Phineas Nigellus Black, “You really screwed up this time.”

“Phineas, if you dare to say another word, I will burn your portrait.”

A silver-haired lady looked at Phineas Black threateningly. Like the latter, she was also the headmaster of Hogwarts, and her name was written on the portrait: Dai Lisi Deventer.

She waved her wand demonstratively as she spoke.

Phineas obviously knew that this was not empty words, so he closed his mouth tightly and remained silent.

Dumbledore sighed deeply again.

“You’re right, Phineas.” He nodded to the headmaster of Slytherin, a rare trace of guilt and anger appeared on his face, which was always full of wisdom and brilliance, “It was my mistake.”

“Maybe you don’t realize it yourself, but I can see it.” With Dumbledore’s approval, Phineas Black suddenly became arrogant, and the white-haired old man squinted at Dai Lisi Deventer , “You are too proud, Albus. Superstitious about your own strength, thinking that you are capable enough to deal with everything—”

“But it’s all just your illusion.” Phineas Black said to himself, “You have to admit one thing—you are already very old, and sometimes you will inevitably make some wrong judgments. ”

“When is it your turn to teach, huh?” Armando Dippet hanging on the wall said sarcastically.

He was originally a person who didn’t like to speak, but under Phineas Black’s chatter, he couldn’t help opening his mouth.