Did Dumbledore really hold the Resurrection Stone? Two weeks later, Felix obtained the second information about the soul field from Dumbledore, and he couldn't help thinking about this question. He couldn't tell anything about Dumbledore's behavior. His activities were very regular. He had dinner in the auditorium in the morning and occasionally appeared in the class of the Dark Magic Defense Arts class during the day.

"Very good, Riddle, give Slythering ten." Felix said in class, looking at the boy with shiny black hair in the first row, "You are the first student to successfully turn a match into a needle, do you have any tricks?"

Young Tom Riddle stood up.

"You must be familiar with the objects before and after deformation," he said.

"Yes, who is there more familiar with needlework than an orphan?" A student said in a small voice, causing laughter around him. The little wizard and his companions looked at Riddle's second-hand robes and old textbooks with malicious intentions.

"Silent." Felix said, "I thought you would feel ashamed because your background cannot be changed, but your efforts can be determined by yourself." He looked at Riddle, who was expressionless, "Is there any?"

"I think there is also confidence and skills, Professor Dumbledore," said Riddle.

"As accurate enough, please sit." Felix leaned on the podium. "Transformation is a complex discipline, which is more rigorous and scientific than most disciplines, and I personally think it is its strength."

"Riddle just pointed out how to learn transforming, confidence, skills, and familiarity with transformed objects...The first two can be obtained through training, but if you want to achieve something in the field of transforming, I want to share my experience: keeping enough love and curiosity about life..."

The bell rang and the students began to pack up.

Felix looked at Tom Riddle, and for some reason, the sunlight shining on him always seemed very old, as if extracted from an old album. He left the classroom silently, followed a group of Slytherin students, blocking them in a remote corner.

"Avery." Riddle whispered, "You seem to have an objection to my clothes."

"Oh, get out of here, the country bumpkin," Avery said mockingly.

"Hiller? I thought you would say more harsh words from your mouth, such as... mudbloods." Riddle said in an emotional voice. For some reason, Avery and his friends suddenly felt breathing poorly. Avery stuttered, "Study, school does not allow it."

"But it doesn't prevent you from using it privately, right?" Riddle asked almost whispered: "How else would I know?"

Avery flinched and took a step back, pressing his back against the corner of the wall.

"Listen, at least I haven't said it publicly, don't try to threaten me by telling the professor, even if you have a good relationship with Professor Dumbledore-"

"Oh, you're scared," Riddle said contemptuously: "Dumbledore is on the side of the wizards of the Muggle family, so you must hold their tails." Avery's face turned red with anger, but Riddle smiled. "It's necessary to have a blood theory, and I've read similar interpretations on Muggle books."

The expressions on Avery and his companions' faces became confused.

"That's what the nobles, the Muggles call people with noble blood, and they have a sense of honor than the common people. The achievements of their ancestors inspired them. They were born to do something great, and Ollivand, who sold wands, said these words to me-"

"He told me, too." Avery mumbled.

"And I--"

"Me too."

A faint blush appeared on Riddle's face, and the viciousness flashed in his eyes. He said slowly: "Maybe it was just a polite word, but there is no doubt that I heard the call of my ancestors from my body. I felt this very clearly, right in this school..."

"But you are an orphan," said Avery.

"My friend," Riddle reached out and Avery held it a little blankly, and then he became stiff and could not move. Riddle leaned closer and said to his ear, "When gold is mixed in the soil, its value will not be reduced. The real sad thing is those who pass by it."

He let go of his hand, tilted his head to look at Avery, who was surprised and suspicious, and seemed very satisfied.

"Very good," Riddle said easily, "I heard that Professor Kettleborn got some fire grey snakes. Do you want to go and see?"

"We're in the first grade," Avery felt his physical imprisonment disappear, and hesitated, "we won't be able to choose his class until the third grade."

Riddle snorted loudly, and he said impatiently: "Is there anything difficult about this? We just need to walk up to him and say our demands. To be honest, I'm a little worried about what kind of education you have received, even such a simple thing can discourage you."

Avery blushed, "I, of course I've learned it!"

But Riddle just waved his hand lazily, "I'm leaving the task of introducing myself to me, you just need to show some courage and follow me..." His eyes stared at the few people fiercely, "Don't say you dare not."

So an expedition was finalized, without even a little risk - Riddle told them that the time was on a sunny weekend.

Riddle looked as Avery and his companions left, calming on his face.

At this moment, applause rang out in the darkness—"Who?" Riddle cried, narrowing his eyes, seeing the brown beard that appeared in the darkness, the expression on his face quickly became polite, "Professor Dumbledore?"

"Little Tom, it seems you've adapted well." Felix showed up with a smile.

A hint of panic flashed in Riddle's eyes, "You heard it all, sir? I don't want to justify myself, but," he said stubbornly: "I have to survive in school first."

"So you picked up that pedantic theory?" Felix asked gently.

Riddle's face turned pale.

"It's a way to swing the knife to the weaker ones," Felix said thoughtfully: "What I'm more interested in is how you plan to conquer Avery and the others, the Fire Grey Snake...ah, I understand. Snake man."

"Then do you have a way to change my situation, sir?" Riddle stopped hiding and asked sarcastically, "A few days after school started, someone was talking about me behind my back, mocking my robe and textbooks. What did you say at that time? Study with peace of mind... Of course, you have never experienced it."

“The opposite,” Felix said, “we still have a lot of similarities.”

Riddle showed his scrutiny eyes, as if he was judging the truth of this sentence. There was no doubt that he failed again, and there was no extra emotion in his happy face, which made him angry and couldn't help but secretly admire him.

"I was assigned to Gryffindor College. A year before I entered the school, my father Percival attacked three young Muggles, and this was a buzzing incident." Felix said lightly: "People see me as a son who hates Muggle, deliberately bring it up in front of me, discuss it with relish, and even some people with ulterior motives highly praised my father's approach."

"Then how did you fight back?" Riddle asked.

"Study with peace of mind." Felix said with a smile: "Maybe I'm not very modest in my statement - but I still think I'm right - I'm talented and the school's courses are not difficult for me... It took only a few months to stand out. People recognized me because of my own knowledge, not because I had a Muggle-hate father. I didn't need to please anyone, but I was also not stingy with help and encouragement to students, so I quickly made friends."

Riddle thought for a moment, and he raised his head.

"You know that I have made an appointment with Everry, sir, I'm going to see the Fire Grey Snake."

"Then go, Tom. I can't stop you from making friends." Felix retreated and disappeared. There was a cloud outside the corridor at some point, and he knew that he could only stop here today.

...

Felix came out of Classroom 7, returned to the office, and watched an owl fly out of the window. The owl circled over the castle for two weeks and flew straight into the Gryffindor Common Lounge.

"You finally figured it out, Hermione, why is it so late?" Harry asked cheerfully, as he and Ron were tidying up the bows on each other's dresses.

"Just just unpacking the gift," Hermione said briefly, also wearing beautiful clothes.

"Did you receive something weird?" Harry asked with interest.

"Ravender gives me a small bottle of ecstasy." Hermione blushed slightly.

Ron coughed violently.

"What's the matter?"

Hermione shut her mouth and said, "Stop asking." She glared at Ron fiercely, then looked at the clothes they were wearing, "Pack up? Let's go." They went downstairs, and Ron was inquiring about the love agent along the way, "Who are you going to use for?" "I threw it away." Hermione said with a straight face. Ron was deeply suspicious of this statement, but Hermione had already raised her wand to threaten to hang him on the balcony, and Ron had to shut up.

Harry felt deeply regretful. Although he had not said anything, he was still quite curious.

Slughorn's office was much larger than the average room, and - not sure if it was for the party, with emerald green, crimson and golden curtains hanging on the ceiling and walls, and ethereal singing came from above their heads, and several house elves walked around with dinner plates, and Ron picked up a chicken leg.

"The luster is bright, I guess I must have applied honey." He said affirmatively.

"Harry, my child!" Slughorn strode over, happily, "and Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley, I just talked to someone about your brother, the youngest supervisor!" He said to Ron, then took Harry's hand in, and greeted Hermione and Ron "involve".

"How did he know that Percy became the supervisor?" Ron murmured in a low voice.

"Isn't this obvious?" Hermione said, eager to try to pick up a glass of honey wine and took a sip. A drunken voice came from near her head. "Dear, I have to say that the wine tastes a little bland."

Hermione turned around, and Trelawney stretched out an arm that seemed to be marinated with Sherry, rubbed the tip of Hermione's nose and brought back a glass of honey.

"Thank you, Professor Trelawney," Hermione said coldly.

Trelawney was not affected. She drank all the wine in the cup in one breath and smacked her lips with satisfaction, "The taste is not bad, the honey is added very well." Then, she seemed to finally see Hermione's face clearly.

"It's you," she said drunkenly, "I feel a little regretful that you gave up my class. You know, I not only teach knowledge, but also-" She hiccupped loudly, and Hermione frowned and took a step back. "There are experiences in life... life wisdom and other things, I have learned by myself, and I can't learn from other places... smooth sailing is not necessarily a good thing. I saw on the crystal ball...uh, angry face, alert...hidden danger."

Hermione raised her eyebrows, "Do you want me to be wary of being hit by a crystal ball in the dark? I will pay attention, after all, the range is not large." Ron next to her laughed out loud, and while Trelawney put her attention on Ron, she strode away.

On the other side, Harry was tied to the golden buttons of his velvet dress in Slughorn, and he was taken with him wherever he went. Before he could come back to his senses, he had already wandered around the spacious office.

"Have you learned it, Harry?" Slughorn said in a heart-to-heart tone.

"What did you learn?" Harry asked breathlessly, feeling bad, like a monkey under exhibition, everyone he saw showed a false smile, and even those people he thought were familiar with, such as the Greengrass sisters, wore a false face and gave him a sweet smile.

"Make a connection," Slughorn said, "can you see that you are lacking in this... Didn't your godfather teach you this knowledge?"

"Uh, he's usually busy," Harry stammered.

"It shouldn't be," Slughorn said, shook his head, and then said with some enthusiasm: "Although it's a bit presumptuous, maybe I should write him a letter, the last successor of the ancient Black family..."

Harry stared at the eyes, suspecting that Professor Slughorn was just looking for an opportunity to get in touch with the Black family.

At this time, two people passed by the corner where they were hiding, Slughorn quickly stretched out his fat arm, but the arm kept casting, and in a blink of an eye, he wrapped around the man slightly away from him and forced him over.

Harry exclaimed in his heart that he felt that this action could be ranked as Quidditch's top ten saves of the year.

Valen, who was standing on Felix's shoulder, patted his chest with lingering fear, and looked at Harry, who was blocked in the corner of the wall with some sympathy. Felix walked over and stood opposite Snape, with his mouth bent into a pleasant arc.

"Severus! Felix!" Slughorn shouted happily, holding Snape tightly with one hand. "I almost missed you! I just took Harry around. You're welcome. I found out that you two were very close to Harry-I was about to tell him if he was going to go into politics-"

"I--I didn't think about it--in-political." Harry said angrily, struggling desperately because Slughorn kept trying to capture him and get together with Snape.

Slughorn raised his fat fingers, "But you want to be an Auror, right? Minerva told me that she was optimistic about you and had a high evaluation... But you can't arrest the black wizard for the rest of your life, right? Severus, please persuade him."

Snape narrowed his eyes as if he was looking at a dead man, and he said calmly: "I never knew I had such influence on Potter."

"Don't say that, Severus." Slughorn said with a smile. Harry knew he had drunk a lot of wine and was now out of excitement. "I saw him using your old textbook. Yes, I recognized your handwriting at a glance, which was very sloppy. I criticized you back then..."

It’s the end of the month again, I’m asking everyone for monthly tickets!

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