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"Sit down, Amber, what would you like to drink?"

"Lemon juice is fine."

After arriving at the principal's office, Dumbledore took out his wand and waved lightly, and a lavender sofa with a cherry blossom pattern appeared in front of the desk.

Amber was not surprised by Dumbledore's superb Transfiguration, he had long known that this nasty old man was one of the most outstanding Transfiguration masters in the world today.

What he is more interested in now is the layout of the principal's office.

For more than a hundred years, Dumbledore has been standing at the top of the wizarding world. With such a position and strength, even if Dumbledore is not greedy, some of the things he has will definitely not be ordinary things on the market.

For example, on the table, the steaming alchemy combination bottle was fluttering out.

"Professor is really a big hand. This set of stable reaction bottles can't be bought with Galleons."

Amber walked over to the desk very familiarly, bent down, and carefully looked at this set of alchemy equipment.

His accomplishments in alchemy are not considered money, so he naturally knows how valuable such a set of equipment is for an alchemist.

It also made Amber more coveted for Dumbledore's alchemical manuscripts.

"It's a gift from an old friend. I didn't expect that, Amber, you are also interested in alchemy."

Saying that, Dumbledore knocked on the desk, and two glasses of lemon juice appeared out of thin air, and pushed them automatically in front of Amber.

"Take a break, Amber, you must be tired now."

"Thank you, Professor, that's true."

Amber didn't hold back, took a sip of lemon juice and felt the sweet and sour taste burst in his mouth.

He lay leisurely on the single sofa, his eyes were slightly closed, and he calmed down quietly.

Amber knew that Dumbledore called himself more than just a glass of lemonade.

It's going to be an intellectual duel, and in a way, even more sinister than the previous encounter.

So Amber didn't miss any chance to recuperate, he even took a little nap.

Until Snape's broad black robe reappeared in the headmaster's office, a potion with a swirling glow. Roughly stuffed into Amber's hands.

"Thank you, Professor."

Amber didn't hesitate, raised his head and drank the potion.

If Snape wanted to deal with himself, there was absolutely no need to struggle with potions.

"Although it has the effect of a tranquilizer, I have to remind you, Mr. Cadmus."

"You're a Slytherin, and if you go on a rampage like a stupid Gryffindor, even ten bottles of tranquilizers won't fix the damage to your soul."

There was an unabashed sarcasm in Snape's slow words, as he had always been, even caring with a sharp edge.

"Well, Severus, I'm sure our Mr. Cadmus will learn from what has been an amazing experience."

Dumbledore interrupted Snape. In a very calm tone, he said:

"Can I speak to Cadmus alone now? Maybe Cadmus needs to ask you for a day off tonight?"

Glancing coldly at the two of them, Snape turned and walked out of the principal's room, the black robe still floating behind him, as if his heart was not at peace.

"You seem to be much better, Amber, so can you elaborate on what happened tonight?"

Dumbledore was sitting on the high-backed seat, his hands spread out, his eyes were full of curiosity, like an old man who loves gossip.

"Actually, Professor, I don't know what happened."

Amber shrugged, the absurd look on his face almost solidified.

"I don't know if Professor Flitwick told you that I was attacked by a group of senior students on my way to the bathroom."

"The black magic that those people use is proficient and vicious. It looks like they have been trained for a long time. What's even more outrageous is that they actually call themselves Death Eaters."

As he spoke, Amber scrutinized Dumbledore's expression.

He wasn't sure about the existence of these people, whether Dumbledore knew about it or not.

Dumbledore's attitude, after the decision, Amber's way of dealing with these people, this is a very important point.

Seeing that there was no emotional reaction on Dumbledore's face, Amber decided to add a little more weight.

"Professor, now that we have the opportunity to sit here today, I hope we can all be honest with each other."

"Of course, child, I am honored to have your trust."

Dumbledore looked flattered, and even his eyes, which had been hidden behind the half-moon lenses, were now slightly open, looking directly at Amber.

"It is a great honor for an educator to gain the absolute trust of students."

"So boy, what do you want to say? Or what do you want to know?"

Hearing Dumbledore's question, Amber didn't reply immediately, but turned to the portraits on the wall.

This is Hogwarts' successive headmasters, and the portraits at this time are pretending to be asleep, but actually listening to their conversation with their ears perked up.

"Okay, Professor, first question."

After taking a careful look at the portraits on the wall, especially the headmaster from the Black family, Amber turned his gaze to Dumbledore again, took a deep breath, and said:

"Probably last time, the professor has seen it, I have not been very peaceful all these years."

"I also asked you about this at the time, but maybe it was because the intelligence was still insufficient, or maybe you thought that some things were not suitable for me to know now."

With that said, Amber sat up straight and leaned forward slightly, looking extra serious and a little aggressive.

"Now, Professor, I have been attacked like this at Hogwarts, which is known as the safest place. I need to know urgently what the purpose of those people is."

"And what is Merlin's holy relic?"

Amber's voice just fell. The portraits on the wall no longer pretended to be asleep, and woke up one after another, staring at the two of them seriously.

Merlin's holy relic, even among all the legends in the magic world, is the most mysterious and powerful one.

Compared with history, there are still only a few words to find the Three Holy Artifacts. Merlin's holy relic seems to be only living in the legend.

This kind of secret makes these old men on the wall particularly interested.

"Actually, Amber, I don't know much."

After a long silence, Dumbledore finally spoke.

But instead of being perfunctory and acting like a fool in the past, Dumbledore is now extraordinarily serious.

"Amber, I can only tell you some of the information I know. This matter has to start with the last Cadmus owner, that is, the disappearance of your grandfather."

Thinking of that past, Dumbledore couldn't help but flash a flash of memory in his eyes.

"Your grandfather, Edward Cadmus, was the man of the day at Hogwarts at that time."

"—Of course, that kid is exceptionally good, a well-deserved Slytherin." Principal Phineas Black on the wall interjected.

"Shut up, Phineas, and let Dumbledore explain."

On the other side, another chubby principal entered the portrait of Blake, and the two suddenly scuffled together.

And Dumbledore was not interrupted by this sudden episode, and still talked about the dusty past:

"Headmaster Phineas was right. Although Edward was a Slytherin at the time, he almost won the respect of the whole school."

"He was cheerful, lively, treated the four academies equally, and was Slytherin's best Seeker at the time."

"Among the four students, he has countless crowds, including me."

Dumbledore smiled, as if not shy about his youth.

"We all thought at the time that he would lead the pure-blood family, and even the entire magic world, to the top again."

"Even when he was in sixth grade, even the Presbyterians went against the usual practice and started contacting him early—you know the Presbyterian, Amber?"

"I know, Principal, go ahead."

Although what Dumbledore said had nothing to do with what they were talking about, it was just an old man reminiscing about the past.

But Amber didn't relax in the slightest, instead his brows became more and more frowning.

Because he had no idea he had such a grandfather.

Home portraits, genealogy, listings in private storage rooms.

The traces of this person's existence seem to have been completely erased from this world.

Not noticing the seriousness on Amber's face, Dumbledore continued:

"But we are also very familiar. During the summer vacation of the sixth grade, he said that he found an interesting thing from the family's elders' manuscripts."

"He swore at the time that this was the lost glory of the Cadmus family for a thousand years, and with this, he could reinvigorate Cadmus in a short period of time."

Having said that, Dumbledore sighed regretfully.

"However, this time he came back, and he went crazy."

"After the school started, his temperament changed drastically. He was only in the seventh grade for three months, and he openly dropped out. After hurriedly marrying Miss Selwyn, who was already engaged, he never showed up again."

"It wasn't until 1958, when your father was born, that Cadmus reappeared in the eyes of the world."

"At the same time, what appears in the eyes of the world is the so-called sacred relic of Merlin."

"In the legend, whoever owns him will be able to control the entire magic world."

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