When Xia Chuan bid farewell to Dumbledore, Dumbledore didn't look very surprised.

There was a sweet and greasy smell in the principal's room. If it was a normal person's sense of smell, it would probably be quite good, but it would be worse for elves.

Dumbledore's blue crescent eyes glanced at Xia Chuan through the lens of the presbyopic glasses, and put down a stack of thick parchment in his hand.

"I'm very sorry, I haven't found the information about Tom Riddle you want..." Dumbledore pushed his glasses, his old voice seemed sincere.

The parchment he was flipping through on the table was densely packed with ornate English fonts—that was probably the student directory.

Xia Chuan nodded, and said in a good spirit of respecting the elderly: "I already know the information I need."

Dumbledore paused slightly as he stroked his long white bearded hand, looked at the elf for a while, and after trying to figure it out to no avail, he took care, and calmly expressed the meaning of retention: "I think the magic world is not suitable for an elf to wander alone. —even more so in the Muggle world."

Elves are ferocious enough to deal a serious blow to wizards and Muggles, and a lot of bad things can happen when elves are out in plain sight.

For example, they were kept as pets after they were caught, or they were used as ingredients for potions by some pharmacists... The magic world is very magical, there are all kinds of people, and it is not impossible to catch powerful elves.And the Muggle world will definitely not treat elves like wizards. Dumbledore admitted that most Muggles are not friendly to wizards, let alone a real and powerful alien race.

Xia Chuan responded, but did not understand Dumbledore's hidden meaning.

He's got pretty good assets in the Muggle world - don't know if they still are.

In the world of wizards, the only ones who have intersected with him are the Malfoy family.

It's just that Dumbledore didn't know this, and Xia Chuan would not try to speculate on a harmless old man's mind.

Dumbledore's air of peace and security could not be deceiving.

"I'm looking for Malfoy—I think Mr. Principal should know how to contact them?" Xia Chuan asked Dumbledore. He could find the location of Malfoy's house, but whether he could enter or not was another consideration.Just because he remembers Malfoy doesn't mean that Malfoy will accept him as before - because the name of Olierno Malfoy has disappeared from the favorability panel.

...But having said that, the favorability panel seems to have been quiet for a long time.Xia Chuan stared at the translucent panel in front of him in a daze for a while, and finally chose to give up thinking.

Anyway, no matter how much you think about it, you won't get an answer.

The old man wanted to say something, but after Xia Chuan asked this question, he paused slightly, seemed to think for a while, and suggested: "This year, Mr. Malfoy will enter school, and he will arrive here tonight—you know, Every wizard noble would not like others to reveal their whereabouts at will, although most of the time their whereabouts are not secret. You can ask Mr. Malfoy yourself."

Xia Chuan can fully understand the mentality of the nobles.

It's just to maintain a sense of mystery under the eyes of everyone-this can make them feel that the status of nobles is indeed superior to others.

Well, in the wizarding world, nobles do enjoy all kinds of privileges, conveniences and superiority.

"Little Malfoy..." Xia Chuan did the math. Judging by the speed at which wizards and aristocrats were almost childless and married shortly after graduation, after 50 years, this little Malfoy would probably be the grandson of Abraxas.

——The premise is that the Malfoy family is not lucky enough to have an heir for more than 40 years.

"Thank you for letting me know—then I won't say goodbye when I leave tonight." After seeing Dumbledore nodding, Xia Chuan turned and left the principal's office.

This time, the task went as smoothly as running water, which seemed a bit dull.

Probably because of his higher level, he didn't need to be as careful as he did last time - even though most wizards couldn't hurt him then.

But the insecurity in his heart always forces him to be more careful in everything he does.

The elf raised his white but powerful hand and shook it.Wearing the ring given to him by the juicer on his hand-increasing the attributes of 30% defense and 5% dodge.

However, after experiencing that kiss, Xia Chuan saw the meaning of this ring a little differently.

As for people, it is easy to think about things when they are free.

Now recalling the various behaviors of the juicer, it seems that he has been relying on the juicer from a very early age.

Start with the most superficial money.

Later, when someone cheats and kills them, they will drag the juicer over, and they will be the first to think of the juicer when they are doing group tasks. When they see the bloodletting assassin outfit on others, they will compare it with the one equipped on the juicer. Attributes determine whether to kill for treasure or take the head and leave.

It seems that from very early on, his gaming career has always been accompanied by a juicer.

It seems that he has never noticed it before... Xia Chuan stood at the stairs and looked at the non-stop moving stairs for a long while.

Finally he rubbed his face to ease the tense facial muscles.

It seems that after meeting and separating in One Piece, the thoughts that I didn’t care about at first flooded up like this—for the family, for the juicer, and for the group of idiots in the gang who are always causing trouble but are cute. of.

Maybe he shouldn't have turned down the juicer's offer to show him family photos, since he no longer remembers what his parents looked like.

It's just that you can definitely recognize them when you meet them—this is instinct.

Xia Chuan walked up the moved stairs, trying to flip through the memories, but the memories that were constantly being turned up were all kinds of people and events he encountered in the book.

——He should have asked Juicer to claim compensation from the game company before leaving.

In less than two days, Xia Chuan sighed softly, poked his face at the fruit salad on the table—according to his request, the texture of the steak was eight mature, with black pepper.

House elves are very magical products of alchemy. From Xia Chuan's point of view, their level is generally higher than that of wizards.But not higher than Dumbledore.

There was no vacancy in the professor's seat, and Xia Chuan, under the cover of evil thoughts, leisurely ate the smell of meat that he hadn't encountered for a long time.

From the current point of view, there is nothing more worthy of his attention than the black pepper steak in front of him, even if it is a character related to the main line.

Before continuing to deal with Quirrell... or Tom, he is going to ask Abraxas, at least to know what happened to Tom in the past 50 years, why he doesn't even have a body.

It is impossible for Malfoy to be incapable of protecting Tom. After all, Tom has been such an outstanding child since he was a child, and it is too late for the Malfoy family to win him over.

Moreover, Tom is a child raised by elves. As a person who fully understands the significance of so-called humanoid magical creatures to wizard nobles, Xia Chuan has reason to believe that Malfoy attaches great importance to Tom.

"Garran Nord, you can go to the cellar and wait for Mr. Malfoy in the Slytherin common room." Dumbledore sat on the professor's chair and cut the steak. A black-haired professor beside him raised his glass, but his gaze passed him and fell on Quirrell.

"Dumbledore, are you sure you don't have that disgusting pile of cockroaches crawling through your head!" Almost immediately, the one with the greasy hair and the big aquiline nose didn't look very handsome, but it also had something to do with ugliness. The black-haired wizard who was not above dismissed Dumbledore's suggestion.

"Don't do this, you will scare our honored guest, Severus." Dumbledore smiled gently, with a consoling meaning: "Calm down, I believe that Jalan Nord will not harm the children."

"Of course." Xia Chuan glanced at Qi Luo, who was a little out of breath, paused slightly, and pulled the corner of his mouth at the wizard who was gouging him with sharp eyes, barely a smile. "It is the duty of any adult to take good care of cubs."

The other party obviously didn't buy it, but under Dumbledore's obvious obstruction, he didn't stubbornly choose to refute.

"He's leaving Hogwarts tonight, Severus."

"I don't think you would like to see what happened to those little monsters." The wizard called Severus—or the professor looked at Dumbledore coolly, and then seemed to think of something, He snorted coldly, and his tone was full of sarcasm: "Of course, what happened to Slytherin, maybe you will be happy to eat a big bucket of lemon ice cream?"

The last word has a strange tone, and it sounds full of irony—the professor wiped his mouth after mocking his immediate superior, got up, gave Xia Chuan a hard look, turned and left the restaurant, some big black robes Rolling with his large movements, it was like a churning black cloud under his feet.

"It's really imposing." Xia Chuan praised.

The praised wizard kept walking, but the sound of slamming the door was enough to express his anger.

"Severus has a bad temper." Dumbledore excused his subordinates, and then added, "He's just worried about the children of Slytherin House."

"Hmm." Xia Chuan didn't think much about it, but he got up as well—he didn't have a deep understanding of Hogwarts, and he took the greasy-haired satire just now as a form of power struggle.

After all, Dumbledore is old, and it is time to appoint a new headmaster. However, the vice headmaster is not the wizard who just slammed the door, but a witch with a serious expression and a very rigorous meal movement sitting on the other side of Dumbledore. .

Losing to a woman, any man will feel somewhat dissatisfied.Especially - considering the wizard's age, that man was still in his prime, and Xia Chuan expressed his understanding when he felt dissatisfied.

"He's going to the cellar. It sounds like he's the professor of Slytherin." After getting an affirmative answer, Xia Chuan knocked on the table and watched the used tableware disappear. Quirrell stared at him with a cold look - with sarcasm and mockery.

"Then I'll follow him, I think he knows where the Slytherin common room is." Xia Chuan looked at the stiff Quirrell, and said to Dumbledore who was looking at Quirrell at the same time, following the wizard The smell chased out.

Well, it was a very strange smell, a mix of medicinal herbs and blood.

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