Chapter 37 Chat with Miss Arthur
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Nian Gao Pei Ma Tuan
No new memory fragments appear again.
Dumbledore used the most basic Legilimency spell, which would re-watch the original memory fragments with the target, rather than unknowingly peeking into other people's memories.
Glenn let out a soft breath, and the scene in front of him returned to the principal's office with a fairy-like atmosphere.
Dumbledore looked at him with a smile and picked up the silver tea tray with a look of concern on his face.
"Want a jelly slug?"
A translucent jelly slug almost touched the tip of Glenn's nose and was swinging toward him.
A chill hit the back of his neck, and goosebumps instantly broke out. He leaned back tactically, and then bent down.
"vomit..."
Hearing the sound of retching, Dumbledore was confused. Logically speaking, Legilimency shouldn't have such side effects.
"Are you okay, kid?"
The kind principal took the tea tray, stood up, came to Glenn, and patted his back gently.
"I'm fine, Professor..." Glenn calmed down the churning of his stomach a little, raised his head, and saw the slugs on the refreshment tray again.
"vomit..."
Dumbledore looked confused.
"Put it... ugh... away..."
Glenn retched, covering his glasses with one hand and pointing blindly at the silver tea tray.
Dumbledore suddenly understood and quickly put the jelly slug aside and poured Glenn a cup of tea.
"Huh..." Glenn held the tea cup and breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Are you feeling better?" Dumbledore returned behind the desk, unable to hide the smile in his eyes.
The old principals pretending to be asleep in the portraits on the wall couldn't help but raise the corners of their mouths and squint their eyes to peek.
Glenn glanced at Dumbledore resentfully and nodded.
"Are there any traces of tampering with my memory, Professor?" He straightened his expression and asked aloud.
Dumbledore shook his head slightly: "Your memory is correct, and your guess is completely reasonable."
"So...I really have prophecy?"
"At least for now, that's the case." Dumbledore nodded slightly, looking at Glenn with a hint of appreciation.
Glenn felt happy, it seemed that he had finally passed the first hurdle.
"Narick taught her..."
"I have to admit that you are one of the most gifted children I have ever seen, Glenn." Dumbledore interrupted, "especially this keen observation. If it weren't for your intelligence, I'd probably still have It will take some time to confirm her purpose.”
Glenn was startled. It turned out that Dumbledore had also noticed something wrong with Patricia, and hurriedly asked: "Professor Rick...could it be related to that person?"
Dumbledore didn't seem to expect Glenn to make such a guess. He was slightly stunned for a moment, then shook his head.
"If the person you are talking about is Lord Voldemort, I think I can tell you that it is not him. As far as I know, Mr. Dark Lord has not yet recovered enough to extend his tentacles to Hogwarts."
Glenn was lost in thought, if not Voldemort, who could it be?
Dumbledore nodded to himself.
"I think I should reveal some of my personal guesses to you." He smiled and said, "Of course, this is only part of it. For the rest, I would rather see you find them out on your own."
its not right!Is this a fake Dumbledore?
Shouldn't Dumbledore say nothing, just design a breakthrough game and develop it secretly?
"There is not much information I can tell you, and more depends on your own speculation." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor once participated in a project before quitting his last job. Medieval ruins adventure.
A bolt of lightning flashed through Glenn's mind, and a series of seemingly messy clues were instantly connected.
The Middle Ages, black magic, ruins...and the mysterious girl Morgana Arthur who is always mysterious but always involved.
Is it...
"Avalon...?" Glenn's lips moved slightly and he slowly uttered one word.
The smile on Dumbledore's face grew wider, and the look of satisfaction in his eyes grew stronger.
"A very clever idea," he said softly.
This secret actually involves relics and even characters from the Merlin period, which makes Glenn somewhat unexpected.
Never would I have imagined that before Harry Potter entered school, his life in the first grade, which was supposed to be ordinary, would actually hide such a huge secret.
"That Morgana Arthur of Gryffindor...could he be the reincarnation of Morgana Le Fay?"
Glenn struggled to express his suspicion that if this idea was true, he would be in big trouble.
Fortunately, Dumbledore smiled and shook his head.
"About this issue, I suggest you talk directly to Miss Arthur herself."
Glenn was shocked.
Talk to her?If she is really the old monster from more than 1000 years ago, what is the difference between this and a sheep entering a tiger's mouth?
"Let's forget it..." Glenn laughed dryly.
Dumbledore shrugged noncommittally.
Glenn pondered for a moment and then asked, "She's not possessed, is she?"
Dumbledore still smiled and said nothing.
"Then she won't be..."
This time, Dumbledore did not let Glenn speak anymore and interrupted directly: "As I said, you can go talk to her. This is a safe enough option."
"Okay..." Glenn sighed and stopped asking.
The principal's office fell silent except for the occasional sound of Phoenix Fawkes flapping its wings.
Glenn gradually felt a little embarrassed and stood up to leave.
Dumbledore didn't stay long, but gave him a special warning before he left.
"No matter how you plan to find out the whole story, you must pay attention to protecting your own safety, especially when you need to contact Professor Rick." He said softly, "If you need anything, you can come at any time." Come to me, you already know what the password is."
Glenn saw the concern in Dumbledore's eyes, nodded slightly, and turned to leave.
When the oak door closed, the old principals who were sleeping in the picture frames opened their eyes one after another.
"Hahahahahaha..." Phineas Black burst into a series of wild laughter, attracting all the principals to look at him, "This kid is so funny, did any of you notice the look in his eyes when he looked at the jelly slug? "
Delis Derwent gave him a stern look, turned to Dumbledore and said: "I can understand your fondness for sweets, Albus. But can you please choose something less disgusting? Look. Look at that poor kid, this is probably having a huge impact on his health!"
"Okay, Delis. I will consider your suggestion carefully." Dumbledore smiled slightly and poked half of the slug again.
Dumbledore used the most basic Legilimency spell, which would re-watch the original memory fragments with the target, rather than unknowingly peeking into other people's memories.
Glenn let out a soft breath, and the scene in front of him returned to the principal's office with a fairy-like atmosphere.
Dumbledore looked at him with a smile and picked up the silver tea tray with a look of concern on his face.
"Want a jelly slug?"
A translucent jelly slug almost touched the tip of Glenn's nose and was swinging toward him.
A chill hit the back of his neck, and goosebumps instantly broke out. He leaned back tactically, and then bent down.
"vomit..."
Hearing the sound of retching, Dumbledore was confused. Logically speaking, Legilimency shouldn't have such side effects.
"Are you okay, kid?"
The kind principal took the tea tray, stood up, came to Glenn, and patted his back gently.
"I'm fine, Professor..." Glenn calmed down the churning of his stomach a little, raised his head, and saw the slugs on the refreshment tray again.
"vomit..."
Dumbledore looked confused.
"Put it... ugh... away..."
Glenn retched, covering his glasses with one hand and pointing blindly at the silver tea tray.
Dumbledore suddenly understood and quickly put the jelly slug aside and poured Glenn a cup of tea.
"Huh..." Glenn held the tea cup and breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Are you feeling better?" Dumbledore returned behind the desk, unable to hide the smile in his eyes.
The old principals pretending to be asleep in the portraits on the wall couldn't help but raise the corners of their mouths and squint their eyes to peek.
Glenn glanced at Dumbledore resentfully and nodded.
"Are there any traces of tampering with my memory, Professor?" He straightened his expression and asked aloud.
Dumbledore shook his head slightly: "Your memory is correct, and your guess is completely reasonable."
"So...I really have prophecy?"
"At least for now, that's the case." Dumbledore nodded slightly, looking at Glenn with a hint of appreciation.
Glenn felt happy, it seemed that he had finally passed the first hurdle.
"Narick taught her..."
"I have to admit that you are one of the most gifted children I have ever seen, Glenn." Dumbledore interrupted, "especially this keen observation. If it weren't for your intelligence, I'd probably still have It will take some time to confirm her purpose.”
Glenn was startled. It turned out that Dumbledore had also noticed something wrong with Patricia, and hurriedly asked: "Professor Rick...could it be related to that person?"
Dumbledore didn't seem to expect Glenn to make such a guess. He was slightly stunned for a moment, then shook his head.
"If the person you are talking about is Lord Voldemort, I think I can tell you that it is not him. As far as I know, Mr. Dark Lord has not yet recovered enough to extend his tentacles to Hogwarts."
Glenn was lost in thought, if not Voldemort, who could it be?
Dumbledore nodded to himself.
"I think I should reveal some of my personal guesses to you." He smiled and said, "Of course, this is only part of it. For the rest, I would rather see you find them out on your own."
its not right!Is this a fake Dumbledore?
Shouldn't Dumbledore say nothing, just design a breakthrough game and develop it secretly?
"There is not much information I can tell you, and more depends on your own speculation." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor once participated in a project before quitting his last job. Medieval ruins adventure.
A bolt of lightning flashed through Glenn's mind, and a series of seemingly messy clues were instantly connected.
The Middle Ages, black magic, ruins...and the mysterious girl Morgana Arthur who is always mysterious but always involved.
Is it...
"Avalon...?" Glenn's lips moved slightly and he slowly uttered one word.
The smile on Dumbledore's face grew wider, and the look of satisfaction in his eyes grew stronger.
"A very clever idea," he said softly.
This secret actually involves relics and even characters from the Merlin period, which makes Glenn somewhat unexpected.
Never would I have imagined that before Harry Potter entered school, his life in the first grade, which was supposed to be ordinary, would actually hide such a huge secret.
"That Morgana Arthur of Gryffindor...could he be the reincarnation of Morgana Le Fay?"
Glenn struggled to express his suspicion that if this idea was true, he would be in big trouble.
Fortunately, Dumbledore smiled and shook his head.
"About this issue, I suggest you talk directly to Miss Arthur herself."
Glenn was shocked.
Talk to her?If she is really the old monster from more than 1000 years ago, what is the difference between this and a sheep entering a tiger's mouth?
"Let's forget it..." Glenn laughed dryly.
Dumbledore shrugged noncommittally.
Glenn pondered for a moment and then asked, "She's not possessed, is she?"
Dumbledore still smiled and said nothing.
"Then she won't be..."
This time, Dumbledore did not let Glenn speak anymore and interrupted directly: "As I said, you can go talk to her. This is a safe enough option."
"Okay..." Glenn sighed and stopped asking.
The principal's office fell silent except for the occasional sound of Phoenix Fawkes flapping its wings.
Glenn gradually felt a little embarrassed and stood up to leave.
Dumbledore didn't stay long, but gave him a special warning before he left.
"No matter how you plan to find out the whole story, you must pay attention to protecting your own safety, especially when you need to contact Professor Rick." He said softly, "If you need anything, you can come at any time." Come to me, you already know what the password is."
Glenn saw the concern in Dumbledore's eyes, nodded slightly, and turned to leave.
When the oak door closed, the old principals who were sleeping in the picture frames opened their eyes one after another.
"Hahahahahaha..." Phineas Black burst into a series of wild laughter, attracting all the principals to look at him, "This kid is so funny, did any of you notice the look in his eyes when he looked at the jelly slug? "
Delis Derwent gave him a stern look, turned to Dumbledore and said: "I can understand your fondness for sweets, Albus. But can you please choose something less disgusting? Look. Look at that poor kid, this is probably having a huge impact on his health!"
"Okay, Delis. I will consider your suggestion carefully." Dumbledore smiled slightly and poked half of the slug again.
