"Professor? Professor Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore sensed someone calling him. He felt someone reach over and tug at his sleeve.

"You can't be asleep, are you? Professor Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore snapped back to his senses, the cold grey tower masonry was gone, Grindelwald's appearance was gone, replaced by the warm and cozy Headmaster's office at Hogwarts, with a slight crackling of wood from the fireplace on the right-hand side.

In front of him, a little silver-haired girl with a beautiful face was looking at him intently, her eyes full of concern and doubt.

"You're right, Gellert......"

Dumbledore let out an inaudible mutter, and his eyes looked at Elena solemnly.

There is no doubt that in addition to "her", the half-breed little girl in front of her almost completely conforms to Grindelwald's prediction, and is even stronger, smarter, younger, and more unrestricted by thinking.

But the crux of the matter—the old man glanced down at his right hand, full of wrinkles and protruding veins—he wasn't sure if he would have enough time to guide her in the right direction.

Seeing Dumbledore come to her senses, Elena breathed a sigh of relief.

On a whim just now, she followed Dumbledore's words and extended the knowledge of basic natural subjects such as physics, chemistry, and mathematics, but as she spoke, she found that the old wizard in front of her began to look straight, and almost frightened her.

After all, who knows if there will be Alzheimer's disease or stroke in the wizarding world, in case she makes nonsense and directly makes something wrong with the strongest white wizard of the current generation, Elena estimates that before she runs out of this castle, she will be arrested and killed by the professor who heard the news.

"That, Professor Dumbledore. If nothing else, why don't I bother you for now, and we'll see you when school starts?"

Elena glanced at Dumbledore, who had fallen silent, drank the pumpkin juice in her hand in one gulp, and then said timidly.

She didn't understand what was going on, but according to her sixth sense, it might not be a good idea to stay any longer.

Dumbledore raised his hand and touched his chin, his gaze behind the half-moon lenses revealing a hint of thought.

"I remember we agreed that if you could get the highest grades in the whole school in all subjects, after your fourth year we would send you to a Muggle school in the United States through the Ministry of Magic. ”

The silver-haired little Lori raised her head vigilantly, "Professor Dumbledore, you are the greatest wizard in the world, you won't do anything against your word, right?"

"The opposite......"

Dumbledore shook his head and said softly, "I've thought about it for a while, if you're going to leave Hogwarts for a while in your fourth year, then to make sure your talent isn't wasted. During these four years, I will try to convince other professors to use my spare time to give you some extra courses. ”

No one is born with this, and to become a full-fledged wizard, it will inevitably go through a long process of learning and practice.

Dumbledore decided that instead of following Hogwarts' usual flexible teaching schedule, it would be better to guide and accompany Elena as much as possible as she could as she was growing up.

In this way, he can also keep track of her character growth and the improvement of her magical abilities at any time, and protect her to the greatest extent possible, so that she will not lose herself because of the powerful magical power of the dark side like Grindelwald or Tom Riddle did before.

"Huh...... Huh?!"

Elena's cute little face was stunned for a moment, and then she immediately reacted, her eyes widening - isn't this a cram school?!

Didn't you say that foreigners all advocate happy education, why have they all entered the magic world, and there will be such an after-school cram school that makes people feel deeply painful and violates children's nature!

"Well, well, the professors are working hard every day, so don't bother them. Actually, I can read books and study on my own, and if I don't understand something, I can sort it out and then ask the professor to solve it......"

Originally, after entering Hogwarts, Elena, who could play and eat and drink happily, felt an unprecedented sense of crisis, and Dumbledore seriously pointed at him, trying to dispel his dangerous proposal.

"In addition, for your great magical talent, I hope that you will come to the principal's office at least once a week to practice magic control. ”

As if he hadn't heard the voice of the silver-haired little Lori, Dumbledore continued gently, although the word "hope" was used, but the undeniable and unassailable tone of the words clearly meant "must".

"Wait, I haven't agreed to the last thing yet! Can you listen to people well?!"

Feeling that her words were being ignored, the half-breed little Meiwa puffed out her cheeks angrily, and her white and tender little hands shook back and forth in front of the old wizard's eyes, what is the difference between such a request and confinement.

Dumbledore, who had always been gentle and talkative in Elena's impression, suddenly became stern, and two blue eyes pierced her face like sharp swords.

"Trust me, it's all for your good, you have to say yes!"

"Hmph, then I'm not going to study at Hogwarts! Do you think I'm rare with those magical creatures and magic, not at all!

Hearing Dumbledore's compulsive words, Elena only felt a surge of anger in her heart, stood up, and shouted angrily at Dumbledore - the phrase she hated the most, "It's all for your good", and the second thing she hated was cram school.

The girl's long silver hair glowed with a faint golden light, and the tea sets and cups and saucers in the whole room trembled slightly with Elena's words, making a tinkling sound, and a sudden cyclone rose from Elena's feet and spread around, tossing the small items in the room one after another.

The porcelain water cup rolled up from the table and smashed against the wall, and the faint flame in the fireplace rose to the ground, and the flickering fire reflected shadows in the room.

The strong magical riot made Dumbledore recall for a moment that many years ago, Grindelwald's side of the young man who also had the surname "Dumbledore" brought about the sense of oppression, even more suffocating than that child.

The old man looked at the girl in silence like a fried kitten, thought for a moment, put down the wand in his right hand, stood up and walked to Elena and squatted down, picked up a candy scattered on the ground, opened the candy wrapper, took the girl's hand, and gently placed it in her palm.

Then, under the girl's hostile and guarded eyes, Dumbledore slowly stretched out his wrinkled hand, patted her head gently, showed a warm smile, and whispered slightly apologetically.

"Don't be afraid, I just want to help you. ”

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(There's another chapter in the evening, and I'll try to evolve into two more beasts!)