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At this point in the tirade, Dumbledore took off his glasses, wiped them, and let out a long breath.

Seeing Amber's still serious expression, he shrugged playfully, and his tone became light and cheerful again.

"Honestly, Amber, that's all I know."

"Legends are just legends. I believe that no one other than Edward himself will know whether Merlin's holy relic exists."

"However, the Council of Elders and some pure-blooded families finally believed in this, and this is probably the source of your troubles."

Amber nodded, the information was very important to him, and it could be seen that Dumbledore had come up with some real money this time.

"Thank you professor, this history has helped me a lot."

"It is my great honor to be able to help you with some of my insignificant experiences, boy," Dumbledore said.

"Then child, if you have no other questions, can you satisfy my old man's curiosity?"

"Headmaster, please tell me, I know everything."

"I know your performance since entering the school from some sources. To be honest, this is far from what a freshman can do."

"You know, out of the principal's responsible attitude towards students, I did a little research on your past."

With that said, Dumbledore nodded slightly, expressing his sincerest apology to Amber.

"I hope you can forgive an old man's arrogant opinion. After all, I hope that every student can grow up healthy and strong, both academically and psychologically."

"I understand, Professor. You can ask me directly if you have any questions."

Amber's mouth twitched slightly, this high-sounding and extraordinarily sincere attitude is indeed the style of the old bee.

"It's like this. I found out that on the day I went to find you, there seemed to be a person who died of myocardial infarction in an alley near your house."

"And on the day you went to Diagon Alley, the overturned was like a mass death of dark wizards, and there was a werewolf among them—"

"Needless to say, Professor, I did it."

Amber interrupted Dumbledore's narration and admitted it simply and directly.

"You know professor, I don't actually care about the so-called Merlin holy relic. But if someone keeps insisting on forcing me to hand over things that I have never owned, then I can only be forced to fight back."

"If you think this is enough of a crime to hand me over to Azkaban, then I have no complaints."

Amber stared into Dumbledore's eyes calmly, without any hesitation.

Within the confines of Hogwarts, all space magic is forbidden, whether it is Transfiguration or the door key, it has no effect here.

In front of this great wizard, all resistance was in vain.

But he was sure that Dumbledore would do nothing to him.

"Child, I'm afraid you have misunderstood me. I understand your choice in desperation."

Sure enough, after a long time, Dumbledore spread his hands, came around from behind the table, and hugged Amber lightly.

"I'm very sorry, it's my dereliction of duty for the child to put you in such a dangerous situation for a long time."

"No, Professor, this..."

The sudden concern made Amber feel a little at a loss. He imagined countless scenarios, but none of them were like this.

"Okay kid, you don't have to have a psychological burden. We all know that it's not your fault."

"Thank you for being willing to satisfy some of my old man's curiosity when you are so tired. What you need now seems to be rest."

"Okay, Professor, I also learned a lot."

Amber stood up and bowed slightly, and tonight's conversation was finally over.

And Amber, who was about to leave the principal's office, seemed to remember something, patted his head, turned to Dumbledore, and asked:

"Oh, by the way, there is one more thing, Professor, I hope you don't mind."

"Tell me, boy, is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Could you please give me a borrowing license for the forbidden book area, about alchemy."

"You know, there's a shortage of books on this aspect of the school."

A shy smile appeared on Amber's face, and until then, he didn't look like a ten-year-old.

"Of course boy, I'm glad you're interested in this."

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, took out the parchment and quill, and happily wrote out such a note.

"Thank you very much, Professor, and good night."

"Good night to you too, Amber."

On the way back to the Slytherin dormitory, Amber's mood was very mixed.

What does his own system have to do with the so-called Merlin Sacred Relic?

If it doesn't matter, then where is the thing that even the Council of Elders flocks to?

It seems that when I go home this year, I have to check on my mysterious grandfather.

On the other hand, what he has been actively or forced to reveal today has long exceeded his imagination.

I'm sure after this conversation, Dumbledore will really treat himself like a grown-up wizard.

If you want to use some reckless or curious reasons to accomplish something in the future, Dumbledore will be difficult to pass first.

"However, the old bee does have a charismatic personality. A hug almost broke my defense."

Amber shook his head, Dumbledore's control of people's psychology was so perfect.

Change to another person, I am afraid that I have already made up my mind.

It's just that, based on his relationship with the old man, it's doomed to be impossible with Dumbledore.

"That's all there is to it. At least, there are some unexpected rewards, right?"

Taking out the parchment signed by Dumbledore earlier, and looking at the squiggly text circled on top of it, Amber whistled triumphantly.

He wanted this note, not just for some alchemy book in the forbidden area.

Or, as a slight hint, this is Dumbledore's own handwritten, autographed paper.

It is of the same nature as his alchemical manuscript that was crucial to Amber.

"Ritual magic, the most important guide item, get it."

After carefully putting away the note, Amber couldn't wait.

If it weren't for the fact that the other raw materials were not in place, now he would like to try that mysterious ritual magic.

However, the exhaustion of his body and the pain from the needle stick behind his head forced him to walk to the dormitory.

Rest first, rest first.

"Snake Tooth"

After yawning and giving the order to enter, Amber shuffled into the Slytherin lounge.

What is strange is that it is already two or three o'clock in the night, and the lights in the Slytherin lounge are still bright.

There was a small round table next to the fireplace, surrounded by a few people in a half-moon shape, looking around, Edmund was the head. It turned out to be the chief of each grade.

"I said you haven't slept yet, what are you waiting for?"

Yawning again, Amber reached out and greeted Edmund.

"Go to sleep now, and there will be no holiday tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, Amber raised his feet and prepared to walk towards his dormitory.

"Amber, wait a minute."

"March? What can I say tomorrow, I'm really tired today."

"Amber, although we know you're tired, there's one thing I have to bring up today."

March, who was beside the fireplace, stood up first, and the kind smile on his face had long since disappeared. Instead, there was a cold and serious look on his face.

"I am now representing the other six year chiefs of Stirling College, as well as the prefects Edmund Purval, Wendy Penrell. Question to you."

Every time March spoke of a person, a figure stood by the fireplace.

After he finished speaking, the eight figures standing beside the fireplace represented the actual power center of the entire Slytherin.

Then, after March's voice fell, Edmund also made a serious face and lifted the green cover on the table.

On the table is a pile of gun parts.

"This is... my stuff?"

Amber frowned, and the gun parts that he had kept in the dormitory openly appeared in the lounge.

Someone entered his dormitory.

Thinking of this, Amber was no longer in a hurry to go to sleep, rubbed his face fiercely and walked to the fireplace, facing the other eight people, and asked.

"Who entered my room?"

"Cadmus, this is—"

"I'm asking you, who entered my room?"

Seeing that no one answered, Amber sneered and turned to look into Edmund's eyes.

"It seems that the so-called honor of Slytherin is nothing but empty talk. Even the one-person dormitory of my chief can let others come and go at will. Why, now the chief of Slytherin is worthless?"

"I got in, I got your stuff out. How about it? Amber Cadmus?"

A triumphant voice sounded from the side of everyone, Amber turned his head to look, what caught his eye was Douglas' arrogant face.

"If I remember correctly, according to the duel agreement, this person should not belong to Slytherin."

Amber folded his hands on his chest, his indifferent and sharp eyes swept across the people present, and asked:

"I remember the duel that day. Many people here testified at the scene, right? How can the reputation of the pure-blood family and even the 28 pure-blood families be regarded as a joke now?"

"Amber Cadmus, the honor of a pure-blood family is never to be trampled on."

As soon as Amber finished speaking, the sixth-grade chief next to him took a step forward and said to the two:

"Douglas broke the agreement, this is between you Cadmus and Douglas."

With that said, the sixth-grade chief pointed to the pile of parts on the table and asked Amber:

"That's what you're going to explain now."

"Oh, who are you?"

"Abraham Bock."

Boke reported his home and said coldly:

"Modify Muggle weapons without authorization and conduct corresponding research. Amber Cadmus, you have violated the Muggle isolation regulations signed by the Twenty-Eight Purebloods in 1674."

"If you don't hand over all your research materials today and pay the corresponding price, you will be jointly sanctioned by the 28 Pureblood families!"

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