Chinese students at Hogwarts.

The fact is just as Zhang Xiao thought, Dumbledore said some useless words until the end of the conversation.

Although he tried his best to make the conversation more nutritious.

But after all, Zhang Xiao is not a simple little wizard like Harry and Malfoy.

The final result was that both Dumbledore and Zhang Xiao knew that it was impossible to tell the complete story.

But the two of them were still sitting upright on the table, racking their brains to think about the 'clues' in the prophecy.

In the end, it was 'regrettable' that we 'got nothing', so we could only leave first and talk later if we had 'clues'.

Watching Zhang Xiao's back disappear behind the door, Dumbledore sighed softly and rubbed his forehead as if he had a headache.

Sybil predicted nothing bad, but she also predicted the destruction of the world.

Zhang was not an ordinary little wizard, and Dumbledore found it difficult to fool him like he had others.

Although his deception was done out of kindness and protection, it had always been effective.

"Dumbledore, so we still can't reveal it to Zhang?"

A portrait that had never spoken before broke the silence with a soft inquiry.

Dumbledore nodded tiredly:

"Yes, although I believe in Zhang, I also believe that he will not become the next Voldemort and will not think about ruling the world or ruling other people.

But he is a genius, an amazing genius. "

"But what does this have to do with whether Zhang is a genius?"

As a 'fan' of Zhang Xiao, Phineas was very dissatisfied with Dumbledore's decision. He even felt that Dumbledore was discriminating against Slytherin and was not good at Slytherin.

"Geniuses may not be moved by money, power, or beauty, just like I used to be, but geniuses are easily confused by grand ideals, profound knowledge, and more powerful power."

The portraits listened quietly, and they could provide guidance, advice, or help to the principal.

But he cannot make any decisions on behalf of the principal.

"And the most important thing in this prophecy is precisely the twisted, dark power - Zhang is very keen. As long as I accidentally miss something, it is very likely that he will be able to deduce the truth from it.

After all, he was so close to the truth."

"You have the final say, Dumbledore."

The portraits bowed to Dumbledore in their own customary ways, and each fell asleep.

"Dumbledore really said that? Can't say anything?"

Ron held his head, his face full of shock, disbelief, and sadness.

Harry could have sworn that he had never known that human faces could have such complex expressions.

"It's true Ron, Professor Dumbledore told us to keep it a secret."

Harry blinked his emerald green eyes sincerely, trying hard to look sincere.

"But why?" Ron hated this feeling. If his friends knew about it but he didn't, he would feel lonely as if he had been left behind.

Malfoy clasped his hands behind his back, frowned and looked at Ron sideways. He didn't know if it was Dumbledore who inspired him to have a strong sense of ownership last night.

He now regards himself as the "future school director" and resolutely resists any behavior that slanders the school. For example, just now he severely reprimanded the little wizard who dared to throw the wrapper of Zizi Bee Candy in the corridor.

"Weasley, this matter is not something that can be discussed. There is a reason why Professor Dumbledore kept it secret."

A group of them were walking on the edge of the Black Lake. Today was the last day of the semester. Their luggage had already been packed and they still had a few hours of free time before leaving school.

Several young wizards decided to go out for a walk to relax and make arrangements for the summer vacation.

The weather was getting hot at this time. Hermione was wearing a pink hoodie and jeans, and her hair was uncharacteristically pulled into a bun. This was obviously difficult because Hermione's hair was fluffy and voluminous.

Her single shoes stepped on the green grass by the lake, and suddenly she stood on tiptoes, turned around quickly, and faced her friends:

"Ron, since it was Dumbledore who requested it, don't ask. Every order given by the professors naturally has its own reason."

"But -" Ron wanted to ask unwillingly.

Hermione took out her trump card: "Unless you think you are smarter than Dumbledore."

Well, this is obviously impossible. Ron is like a rubber ball that has run out of air, deflating visibly to the naked eye.

"What's more, I don't know either." Hermione spread her hands.

Malfoy suddenly remembered something and looked at Zhang Xiao who seemed to be distracted:

"By the way, Zhang, it seems that Professor Dumbledore chatted with you alone after we left. Can you tell me?"

"Huh? Oh -" Zhang Xiao came to his senses and pinched the bridge of his nose: "Actually, it's nothing, I just talked about some things about Professor Trelawney's past."

Trelawney's past?

The friends were silent for a while as they daydreamed about various possibilities.

Teenagers are always like this, they have strong curiosity and endless energy, they are so jumping, like a kitten.

The summer breeze blows across the lake, causing small ripples and blowing warmly on the body.

With their hair floating, the little wizards raised their heads and looked up at the majestic Hogwarts Castle, but suddenly a sense of loss and sadness filled their hearts.

Summer vacation is about to begin, and it will take two months before I can return to Hogwarts.

Harry suddenly thought that Dumbledore still insisted on returning to No. 4 Privet Drive, but Voldemort was no longer afraid of the protection his mother had left for him?

But thinking of Dumbledore's serious expression, Harry agreed.

But he suddenly remembered Uncle Vernon, that rude and irritable fat man who was obviously not good to him.

Why do you feel uncomfortable?

"Oh, cheer up, Harry!" Hermione said sadly.

"I'm fine -" Harry said with a forced smile, "I was just thinking about the holidays."

"Yes, I've been thinking about it too!" Ron said, "Harry! You must come and live with us.

I'll make a deal with my parents, and then I'll call you.

Now I know how to drop a conversation.”

"It's the phone, Ron!" Hermione shook her head and said, "Seriously, you should choose Muggle Studies next year..."

Ron ignored her and still said enthusiastically: "There is the Quidditch World Cup this summer! How about it, Harry?

Come stay at my house and let’s go watch the game together! Dad can always get tickets from the workplace——”

At this point, he suddenly remembered what Malfoy had said, and immediately tilted his head and looked at Malfoy, wanting to see if this annoying guy still remembered his promise.

Mr. Ma shook his head disdainfully:

"Don't look at me like that, Weasley! What the Malfoy family promises will definitely come true. This is the excellent character of a noble!

VIP box on the top floor——! "