Chapter 145 Game and Secret
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Nian Gao Pei Ma Tuan
Every husband is not guilty, and he is guilty of his crime.
When Glenn's strength did not even reach [Purple Good], even if he did get the Elder Wand, he would only be at the level of an outstanding graduate.
Although with special skills, it is not difficult to kill an ordinary Death Eater.
But there is only a thousand days to be a thief, so there is no reason to guard against a thief for a thousand days.
Once someone knows that he holds the Elder Wand, what awaits him will be endless snatching and sneak attacks.
A little carelessness can lead to a fatal crisis.
Of course, if he could have Dumbledore's level of strength, then there would be no problem in considering the Elder Wand.
Glenn put Hagrid's wand back into the carton and pocketed it.
Dumbledore put the Elder Wand on the table and looked at him with a smile.
"If I guess correctly, Harry should have discovered something wrong with Hagrid by now, right?"
Glenn was slightly startled, but he didn't expect that he actually knew the development of the entire incident very well, and even the changes in Harry's mentality were clearly understood.
"If what you are talking about is related to Gringotts, I think so." He thought for a while and said carefully, "He saw a newspaper clipping from Hagrid, and then he became a little absent-minded. "
He considered carefully what was known about Dumbledore and what he now needed to know about his own identity.
"I suddenly became curious. With your insight, what did you guess?"
Dumbledore nodded and asked again.
"If you ask that, the theft from Gringotts must be related to the package taken by Hagrid, right?"
"That's right, what else?"
Dumbledore looked somewhat satisfied and continued to ask.
"The one who broke into Gringotts must be Professor Quirrell, right? I happened to meet Professor Quirrell in Diagon Alley that day. Or was he and Voldemort together?"
Glenn continued, although he sounded a little vague, but his logic was rigorous, and he hesitated when he mentioned Voldemort.
"If nothing else happens, Professor Quirrell himself should be the only one." Dumbledore said thoughtfully, "Given the current state of the Dark Lord, he should not have such power."
"Are you saying that Professor Quirrell is actually stronger than we thought?"
"No." The principal shook his head, "If I guess correctly, Mr. Dark Lord must have paid a heavy price in order to complete that plan."
Glenn looked surprised.
"So what are your guesses about that object?"
The interest on Dumbledore's face became even more intense, as if he was looking forward to Glenn's answer.
Glenn's face showed no expression, but his heart was tense.
Such conversations made him feel like he was walking on thin ice.
It's like playing against a master.
Although the old fox had shown enough sincerity and concern, Glenn did not dare to relax. With his almost demonic wisdom, once he showed any clues, it would probably arouse the other party's suspicion.
Magic stone.
It must never be mentioned.
There was no evidence pointing to the Philosopher's Stone until Hagrid accidentally spit out Nico Flamel's name.
If Glenn really brought it up and wanted to get back together, it would be much more troublesome.
Using the so-called prophetic ability to explain away this is obviously a bit deliberate.
He frowned and looked like he was thinking deeply.
"Could it be that something worthy of Voldemort's price is related to his recovery of strength?"
"I have to express my surprise again at your powers of observation."
Although Dumbledore said he was surprised, he actually just smiled and gave a thumbs up, as if this was something he expected. .
"I do have a question to ask you."
"You say."
"How much do you know about alchemy?"
Dumbledore sat up straight and asked somewhat seriously.
"Alchemy..." Glenn was slightly startled and replied with some doubts, "As far as I know, wandology should be a branch of alchemy."
"That's right." Dumbledore nodded. "Theoretically, any attempt to change something itself is a type of alchemy."
Glenn nodded in understanding.
Alchemy completely touched upon his intellectual blind spots, leaving him with almost no understanding.
The scientific explanation of alchemy is obviously very different from the magical world.
"About an old friend of mine," Dumbledore said, "Nicolas Flamel, I wonder if you have heard of his name."
"Of course, Morgana said in her letter that a fountain in Beauxbatons was named after him and his wife. It is said that he is the inventor of the elixir of life and the only one known to be able to make the magic stone... "
When Glenn said this, he suddenly showed an expression of enlightenment.
"The elixir of life...the magic stone..." He tried his best to use his acting skills, pretending to look like he had just woken up from a dream. "Could it be that the package Hagrid took away contained the precious magic stone?"
Watertight.
Dumbledore had a broad smile on his face and nodded slightly.
"It seems that your reaction is faster than I thought."
"But I have a question, Professor." Glenn asked, "If the Philosopher's Stone is so important, why is it placed in a place like Gringotts?"
Dumbledore glanced at him and asked, "Gringotts, isn't it safe enough?"
"If it was safe enough, why did you ask Hagrid to take it out?" Glenn shrugged and asked.
Dumbledore was startled for a moment, then laughed: "It's a very interesting paradox, it got me involved, didn't it?"
Glenn didn't speak, just waited quietly for his answer.
"As for this question, I don't have the time, so I can't answer you yet."
Dumbledore laughed for a while, then stopped and said.
Glenn nodded silently, expressing understanding.
"However, I can reveal a little bit." He smiled like an old fox again, "This matter is not only related to the Dark Lord, but also to our little Harry."
"I see..." Glenn mused.
"It's almost time today."
Dumbledore stood up and moved his stiff old bones slightly.
"Anything else you're curious about?"
"Not for the time being, Professor." Glenn shook his head slightly, "If I think of anything, I should be able to come to you at any time, right?"
"Of course!" Dumbledore said with a kind face, "I'm afraid if you come here a few more times, the gargoyles downstairs won't even ask you for passwords!"
Glenn couldn't help but smile when he thought of the obviously cute monster.
Dumbledore looked at Glenn again, his eyes becoming more and more satisfied.
"I have to say, this is the first time I've seen it like a student so much in so many years."
When Glenn's strength did not even reach [Purple Good], even if he did get the Elder Wand, he would only be at the level of an outstanding graduate.
Although with special skills, it is not difficult to kill an ordinary Death Eater.
But there is only a thousand days to be a thief, so there is no reason to guard against a thief for a thousand days.
Once someone knows that he holds the Elder Wand, what awaits him will be endless snatching and sneak attacks.
A little carelessness can lead to a fatal crisis.
Of course, if he could have Dumbledore's level of strength, then there would be no problem in considering the Elder Wand.
Glenn put Hagrid's wand back into the carton and pocketed it.
Dumbledore put the Elder Wand on the table and looked at him with a smile.
"If I guess correctly, Harry should have discovered something wrong with Hagrid by now, right?"
Glenn was slightly startled, but he didn't expect that he actually knew the development of the entire incident very well, and even the changes in Harry's mentality were clearly understood.
"If what you are talking about is related to Gringotts, I think so." He thought for a while and said carefully, "He saw a newspaper clipping from Hagrid, and then he became a little absent-minded. "
He considered carefully what was known about Dumbledore and what he now needed to know about his own identity.
"I suddenly became curious. With your insight, what did you guess?"
Dumbledore nodded and asked again.
"If you ask that, the theft from Gringotts must be related to the package taken by Hagrid, right?"
"That's right, what else?"
Dumbledore looked somewhat satisfied and continued to ask.
"The one who broke into Gringotts must be Professor Quirrell, right? I happened to meet Professor Quirrell in Diagon Alley that day. Or was he and Voldemort together?"
Glenn continued, although he sounded a little vague, but his logic was rigorous, and he hesitated when he mentioned Voldemort.
"If nothing else happens, Professor Quirrell himself should be the only one." Dumbledore said thoughtfully, "Given the current state of the Dark Lord, he should not have such power."
"Are you saying that Professor Quirrell is actually stronger than we thought?"
"No." The principal shook his head, "If I guess correctly, Mr. Dark Lord must have paid a heavy price in order to complete that plan."
Glenn looked surprised.
"So what are your guesses about that object?"
The interest on Dumbledore's face became even more intense, as if he was looking forward to Glenn's answer.
Glenn's face showed no expression, but his heart was tense.
Such conversations made him feel like he was walking on thin ice.
It's like playing against a master.
Although the old fox had shown enough sincerity and concern, Glenn did not dare to relax. With his almost demonic wisdom, once he showed any clues, it would probably arouse the other party's suspicion.
Magic stone.
It must never be mentioned.
There was no evidence pointing to the Philosopher's Stone until Hagrid accidentally spit out Nico Flamel's name.
If Glenn really brought it up and wanted to get back together, it would be much more troublesome.
Using the so-called prophetic ability to explain away this is obviously a bit deliberate.
He frowned and looked like he was thinking deeply.
"Could it be that something worthy of Voldemort's price is related to his recovery of strength?"
"I have to express my surprise again at your powers of observation."
Although Dumbledore said he was surprised, he actually just smiled and gave a thumbs up, as if this was something he expected. .
"I do have a question to ask you."
"You say."
"How much do you know about alchemy?"
Dumbledore sat up straight and asked somewhat seriously.
"Alchemy..." Glenn was slightly startled and replied with some doubts, "As far as I know, wandology should be a branch of alchemy."
"That's right." Dumbledore nodded. "Theoretically, any attempt to change something itself is a type of alchemy."
Glenn nodded in understanding.
Alchemy completely touched upon his intellectual blind spots, leaving him with almost no understanding.
The scientific explanation of alchemy is obviously very different from the magical world.
"About an old friend of mine," Dumbledore said, "Nicolas Flamel, I wonder if you have heard of his name."
"Of course, Morgana said in her letter that a fountain in Beauxbatons was named after him and his wife. It is said that he is the inventor of the elixir of life and the only one known to be able to make the magic stone... "
When Glenn said this, he suddenly showed an expression of enlightenment.
"The elixir of life...the magic stone..." He tried his best to use his acting skills, pretending to look like he had just woken up from a dream. "Could it be that the package Hagrid took away contained the precious magic stone?"
Watertight.
Dumbledore had a broad smile on his face and nodded slightly.
"It seems that your reaction is faster than I thought."
"But I have a question, Professor." Glenn asked, "If the Philosopher's Stone is so important, why is it placed in a place like Gringotts?"
Dumbledore glanced at him and asked, "Gringotts, isn't it safe enough?"
"If it was safe enough, why did you ask Hagrid to take it out?" Glenn shrugged and asked.
Dumbledore was startled for a moment, then laughed: "It's a very interesting paradox, it got me involved, didn't it?"
Glenn didn't speak, just waited quietly for his answer.
"As for this question, I don't have the time, so I can't answer you yet."
Dumbledore laughed for a while, then stopped and said.
Glenn nodded silently, expressing understanding.
"However, I can reveal a little bit." He smiled like an old fox again, "This matter is not only related to the Dark Lord, but also to our little Harry."
"I see..." Glenn mused.
"It's almost time today."
Dumbledore stood up and moved his stiff old bones slightly.
"Anything else you're curious about?"
"Not for the time being, Professor." Glenn shook his head slightly, "If I think of anything, I should be able to come to you at any time, right?"
"Of course!" Dumbledore said with a kind face, "I'm afraid if you come here a few more times, the gargoyles downstairs won't even ask you for passwords!"
Glenn couldn't help but smile when he thought of the obviously cute monster.
Dumbledore looked at Glenn again, his eyes becoming more and more satisfied.
"I have to say, this is the first time I've seen it like a student so much in so many years."
