Chapter 087: Meeting with Dumbledore

The stone monster guarding the door had apparently been instructed by Dumbledore, and when it saw the red-haired girl, it spun around automatically to reveal the stairs.

Catherine stepped on the stairs, waiting for the stairs to rise to the top, while closing her eyes and breathing steadily, after all, the next meeting was not just a chat, she and Dumbledore both had a purpose, and to achieve the goal, it was definitely not a direct inquiry to get the answer.

Although Catherine had arrived at Gryffindor Tower as soon as she arrived at Hogwarts, when she saw the door of the Headmaster's office, she walked over at a slow pace and knocked on the door with a relaxed rhythm.

"Come in!" Dumbledore's voice came from behind the door, Catherine pushed it open, and immediately saw the locket box he was still holding in his right hand, obviously he didn't expect it to be a red-haired girl, which made his face a little surprised.

"Good afternoon, Headmaster." Catherine closed the door before slowly walking to Dumbledore's desk, "I heard Professor Lupin say that you have something to do with me. ”

"Yes!" Dumbledore raised his wand and moved a chair behind Catherine to ask her to sit down before raising the contents of his right hand, "Salazar. The Slytherin locket, Remus and Sirius told me about the situation, and I wondered how you subdued it? Is it like dealing with the Ravenclaw crown......"

"I'm sorry!" Without waiting for Dumbledore to finish asking, Catherine rushed to express her attitude, "I have promised to keep it a secret for the time being, so I can't tell you now, but I believe that with your wisdom the Headmaster, you will definitely be able to discover their secrets lightly." The red-haired girl looked at the gray-haired old headmaster and smiled brightly.

Seeing Catherine's resolute refusal, Dumbledore could only put down the locket and ask about his other doubts.

"I've seen your speech on New Year's Eve, and it's wonderful. Very thoroughly. Dumbledore smiled appreciatively, "It's just that I'm a little curious, why do you know so many details?" You know, even it took me a long time to track down most of the clues. The old headmaster looked a little curious, as if he didn't really care about it.

"I paid a very high price to commission someone to investigate Tom. Marvolo. Riddle's life, the other party did not live up to my expectations. Catherine continued to smile brightly.

"Can I understand that the person you entrusted has found one of the parties?" Dumbledore bowed his head slightly. Looking at Catherine from above her glasses.

"No, if I find him, the price it will take is not what I can afford now." Catherine was still smiling.

"In that case—" Dumbledore paused before continuing to ask, "I wonder if I can get to know the person you are entrusting to?" ”

"Absolutely." Catherine took Mrs. B's business card from her pocket and handed it to Dumbledore, asking casually, "What do you think of Mr. Grindelwald's part?" ”

"It's too superficial. Apparently there was no careful understanding of what kind of person he was, and the investigation was not careful enough. Dumbledore held up his business card to look at it and commented, "Mr. Ixethi is clearly not like you. Spend energy researching from his family, from his student days, and without that, it is impossible to figure out what exactly he is after. Why did he do those things, and why did so many people follow him with all their hearts to this day? Arguably. Compared to Gatler, Tom's methods are still too tender. ”

Dumbledore's answer made Catherine's eyes narrow slightly, she believed that Dumbledore must have thought that the purpose of his eagerness to meet him must be to use the topic to find out the news of Grindelwald, after all, she had cast illusions on him last year, and had tested his brother Aberforth before, so his answer at this time seemed random, but in fact, it did not touch the real relationship between him and Grindelwald at all.

It's just that Dumbledore ignored one point, Catherine didn't know that the person with purple eyes was Grindelwald before the holiday, so if Dumbledore and Grindelwald were really simple enemies, then his answer would not be so simple, or perfunctory, after all, he knew very well that Catherine was not an ordinary third-year student, and she was not simply curious about Grindelwald, but because he and Voldemort were both Dark Lords.

However, the real purpose of Catherine's meeting was not to test Dumbledore at this time and confirm what Lily's last letter said, because she knew that she could not learn the truth from the old headmaster, she was only using it to divert his attention so that he could let his guard down on other matters.

"You didn't keep Lily. Ms. Evans' blood, right? Catherine asked in an affirmative tone, and Tracey, who had long since turned into a phantom, flapped her wings.

"Yes—" Dumbledore waited for the answer to come out before realizing what Catherine was asking, and hurriedly raised his head and looked at the red-haired girl in front of him with unusually remorseful eyes.

“Why-lied?” Catherine asked, her voice fluctuating without any emotion on her face.

"I'm sorry!" Dumbledore struggled for a moment before replying, "I can't say it now." ”

"Even if I exchange it for a qiē that I know?"

"Yes!"

"I'll look it up, Headmaster!" Catherine stood up abruptly, "Farewell!" She left the Headmaster's office unhurriedly, not even annoyed by the sound of the door closing, but Dumbledore knew that after he lost his answer, she was so angry that she had to rely on Occlumency to maintain her demeanor.

"How did this happen?" Dumbledore took off his glasses and pressed his temple hard, "Why is it that she is so lightly caught with all this information that she shouldn't have known in advance?" ”

Phoenix Fawkes suddenly flew up, landed on the master's desk, opened his mouth and spewed out a small fireball, burning the card left by Catherine, Dumbledore was stunned for two seconds, then put his finger to the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and immediately noticed that the swelling pain in his head was lightened by three points.

"Colorless and odorless gaseous sedative potions, when did Severus have time to fiddle with these?" Dumbledore leaned back in his chair for a moment before suddenly scolding his pet, "Fawkes, why do you have to wait for me to miss my mouth every time before reminding me?" ”

Phoenix's IQ immediately made Fox understand that what his master was going to say next was definitely not a good thing, and hurriedly spread his wings and flew to the office window.

"To keep in mind that for the next month, your ration will be halved!"

Fawkes let out a wail, his wings tripped over the edge of the window, and he tumbled out of the Gryffindor Tower.

It's recruiting whoever it's messing with, there's that weird bird, it's good that it can remember to remind its owner afterwards, and as for the owner of that guy to stop it, it's easier to call it self-immolation.

Thinking of this, Fawkes suddenly felt that his master was simply taking the opportunity to deduct his own rations, after all, the Phoenix's fodder was extremely expensive, so it immediately flapped its wings vigorously, pounced on Dumbledore's office, and breathed fire vigorously to express its protest.

Immediately, the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts became a terrible mess.

On the other hand, as soon as Catherine left the confines of the Headmaster's office, she used snake language to open a secret passage to Snape's office, so as not to be seen by the gossip portraits that she was angry with Dumbledore.

"What's going on again?" Seeing the fluctuations in the magic power on Catherine's body that was almost exploding, Snape hurriedly waved his wand to cast a protective spell on the valuables in the office, after all, magic is not omnipotent, and he didn't want his office to be as miserable as the Hogwarts Express train four months ago.

"Our revered old headmaster told me a big lie that he didn't even compare the blood on my dress because he didn't keep Lily at all. Ms. Evans's blood, so my background is still a mystery to this day! With Catherine's louder roar, the unmagically reinforced objects in Snape's office were torn apart by the magic of the red-haired girl's riot.

"Why?" Catherine's words confused Snape's mind, and all he could do was ask in shock, "Why did he lie?" ”

"He wouldn't say, even if I offered to exchange the secret of the locket and the crown with him, he still wouldn't!" Catherine closed her eyes in pain, clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, and tilted her head desperately to hold back her tears.

Snape looked at Catherine, opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't utter a word, until he cleared his mind, and finally asked his doubts: "Why do you want to ask?" Why the suspicion? ”

"Because I have more memories in my head for no reason that obviously don't belong to me." Catherine raised her hand and pressed hard against her temple, and a fiber of memory was roughly ripped out of her mind.

Snape conjured a glass bottle to catch the memory fiber, and then walked quickly to his meditation basin, poured it into it, and muddied it with his wand, which immediately showed what the red-haired girl had seen and heard after Harry handed Lily's suicide letter to Catherine.

Snape didn't notice anything suspicious at first, thinking that the incoherence was caused by the red-haired girl's rough behavior, and it wasn't until he repeated it a second time that he realized something was wrong.

"The middle part of this—you—when you drop the camera and start crying, is that the angle -- is it what Lily sees when she looks back?" Snape was shocked that even the questioning was intermittent, but that didn't mean he didn't know where the key point was, "If so, how did this memory end up in your head?" (To be continued......)

PS: Something happened at home.,I can't be distracted and pay attention to the work.,So I'm sorry for the delay and four months without an update.,Now it's a temporary update chapter.,When the Lantern Festival comes, it should be able to restore the normal update speed.。