"Listening to music?"

Gawain looked at the parchment and felt something subtle.

He didn't think the principal would resonate with him in terms of "music".

"But when it comes to music..."

Walking briskly through a staircase that would jam the feet of passers-by, Gawain suddenly said before the tattered hat.

"Also?"

It's an interesting word.

Walking up to the eighth floor, and down a passage decorated with armored knights, Gawain came to the vaulted headmaster's office.

"Password?"

The uglier of the two lions said.

"Uh... Professor Dumbledore asked me to come, and he seems to have forgotten to give me the password. ”

Gawain said confusedly. After thinking about it, he took out the parchment, "Wait, it's a sour lollipop?"

"Have a good evening, Mr. White Jr. ”

The lion squeezed out a funny smile and stepped aside.

"I hope this time there won't be another old man with stubble in ragged jeans, guitar in hand, welcoming me to his concert. Wait, it's more interesting if anything?"

Gawain knocked lightly on the door, and thinking of the last meeting, he felt a little pain in his stomach.

To know.

In that moment, he almost thought it was real.

But this time it's clearly different.

"Please come in. ”

When the door was opened, it wasn't a rock concert, it wasn't a theater staircase where classical music was heard, and Dumbledore didn't put on his tattered jeans.

Quite the opposite, he wears a silver silk pajamas with golden stars on them. It doesn't look like the headmaster of a magic school, the greatest white wizard of the century, the holder of a series of titles such as the winner of the Order of the First Class of the Order of Merlin...

- Instead, he looks like an ordinary, somewhat pompous old man with a prank.

"Gawain, please be seated. ”

Dumbledore smiled and beckoned.

The chair he had used to last come had been placed across the table, with a tea set and a large stone basin.

"Oh, trust me, I'll use it later. Although I'd love to set this up here as that for you... You Muggles are called... Yes, the place of the cinema. But as an old man, I really don't have the energy to prepare for this. ”

Noticing Gawain's eyes, he waved his hand and said, took out two more cups, and poured black tea for Gawain.

One spoonful of sugar, two spoonfuls of milk.

"Professor, you're probably talking about theater. ”

Gawain took the teacup and held it in his hand.

"Kingsley has written to tell me that you have had a very serious magical riot on the train, and I must be on the lookout for it. But it looks like it's in good spirits right now, doesn't it?

I'm always amazed at how easily young people hurt themselves, but they always recover faster. ”

Dumbledore smiled and said, but Gawain didn't answer, but waited quietly.

"Gawain, you heard that, right?"

The old man's expression suddenly became serious, and his sharp gaze was firmly fixed on Gawain, like an eagle.

"Professor, can you too?"

Gawain nodded.

It was the second time he had heard it today.

"yes, I've heard that before. What a beautiful melody it was, passionate, generous, and it made you feel as if you could do anything.

Before we get down to tonight, I think you have a lot of questions that need to be answered. ”

A hint of nostalgia appeared on Dumbledore's face, but more of it was remorse. He let out a long sigh, his nervous expression relaxed.

"But why can't anyone else hear it?"

Neither Harry nor Hermione had even mentioned it in the book.

"Because of fate.

Magic is an incomparably mysterious being that shapes each of us, but on rare occasions it also shows a little bit of preference.

Extra-perceptual, that's the name I give to someone with this gift. They are the 'favored ones' and are able to look directly at the essence of magic. ”

Dumbledore's wrist was slightly raised, "Lumos", and the tip of his wand shot out many silver balls of light one after another. They streaked across the sky, like swallows, forming symbols one after another, and finally disappeared at the same time.

"It's just what you imagine, an ordinary fluorescent flicker. It's the talent of people like us, like a moat. No matter how much others practice, they only approach slowly, and they can never climb over. ”

With a shake of his wrist, Dumbledore withdrew his wand.

"As for the melody, it is a spell set by the four giants who founded this school, which can help mortals detect the presence of 'extra-perceptuals'.

It will only be heard when you first get on a boat on the Black Lake. It's just that I didn't expect it to take effect one day. ”

Dumbledore spread his hands, a little helpless.

"Like me... How many of them are there?"

Gawain asked.

He finally understood that the reason why his theory of magic did not hold up was not because his method was wrong, and it was not because it was an absurd world.

Although the magic itself is absurd enough.

Rather, it was because at the beginning of the experiment, he got his assumptions about the subject wrong.

"Not much, as far as I know, counting you, it's only four and a half. And one of them is no longer willing to take up a wand. ”

Dumbledore shook his head, not ready to go on with the subject.

"But that's not why I'm here for you tonight. It's not music, of course, if you insist, I'm willing to sing a little more for you, as long as you don't dislike it. ”

"Speak, please. ”

Gawain sat upright, if nothing else, what Dumbledore wanted to ask was the same thing he was puzzled about.

And he had already heard Dumbledore's singing voice at the dinner party just now.

"It's subtle... Unspeakable"

- This is already what Gawain can do...

The most decent evaluation.

"Tell me what you saw when you were in the car. ”

His deep blue eyes were as sharp as bayonets, Dumbledore said with a solemn expression.

"Hmm... I saw a... And..."

Gawain carefully considered the language, but he was horrified to find that the vision that was so clear in his mind could not be expressed in words, not even the simplest description.

"Unspeakable. ”

The word suddenly jumped into Gawain's mind.

"If you don't mind, let me help you. ”

Dumbledore raised his wand and said quietly, as if he already knew.

"Think about that scene carefully.

Don't resist, and don't indulge!"

With Gawain's permission, Elderberry's wand was pressed against his temple, Dumbledore said solemnly.

A little bit of silver brilliance was drawn from the tip of the wand, like silk thread, and like mercury, taking on the form of one cut at a time.

When it could no longer be pulled out, Dumbledore used a glass vial to carefully collect them bit by bit, not sparing even the smallest fragments.

He stood in front of the stone basin and poured the contents of the vial into it.

In that moment.

It's like adding effervescent tablets to Coke.

There was a glow of boiling hot water in the stone basin.

Berserk, twisted, chaotic.

"Such a serious division, even in the occult... Signs of convergence... It's closer..."

His expression was very solemn, and he muttered in his mouth, and Gawain could only hear a limited number of words.

"Professor?"

Gawain looked at the White Wizard in astonishment.

But Dumbledore didn't answer him immediately, but tapped his wand on the side of the stone basin.

"I thought, I had to go and see this memory for myself. And, I need your help. ”

After a moment, he stopped and said heavily.