He had told Dumbledore about the necklace, and Professor Dumbledore thought so, but the two of them pondered together for a long time, but they still didn't see even the slightest clue from the pupil-like gem.

"There's no mana fluctuation on it...... Nor can it respond to the Detection and Warning Charms. Hmm......" Dumbledore held it in his hand and whispered a few strange incantations, but there was no change in the gem. So he shook his head and gave the necklace back to Brandi. "Put it away Brandi, I'm not sure if it's the opening tool for that temple in Albania, but at least it won't have a bad effect on you......"

"Eh, Professor, wouldn't it be a problem to put it with me?" Brandi worriedly held the necklace. "It's what Voldemort was looking for—"

"Didn't I tell you, this is what you found."

Dumbledore interrupted Brandi with a grin, and he turned around and began to examine the utensils on the shelf. "As long as it doesn't hurt you, then I have no right to take it away from you. And I think you need more courage to make your own decisions...... As for Voldemort? He's not even too weak to beat a chicken now, and you don't have to worry about him coming to you while you're on your adventures, if you're still not at ease. At that time, you can also call me with you - don't look at me like this, I'm also very interested in ancient magic~"

With all that said, Brandi reluctantly put away the necklace, and he followed Dumbledore step by step, looking curiously at the row of shelves.

His gaze swept over a rusty dagger, a red candlestick, and a clay pot filled with an unknown liquid showing no signs of volatilization. It was easy to find on the shelf where the necklace had been stored - on the right side of the wooden shelf, there was the only thing that looked like it had been turned over: a locket that had been opened.

Dumbledore's eyes were obviously not bad, and they stepped forward at the same time, and Brandi was surprised to find that Dumbledore's eyes had become extremely strange.

"How could it be ......?"

"Professor?" Brandi gave him a puzzled look, but Dumbledore didn't seem to want to speak, so Brandi shook his head and focused on the locket in front of him.

The locket was octagonal in shape, with a silver rim on the outside. The front of the locket is inlaid with an 'S' pattern swirling with emeralds, which looks like a turquoise snake. Considering that Quirrell had already turned over the box and there should be no danger, Brandi hesitantly reached out and saw that Dumbledore didn't seem to stop him, so he picked up the locket.

"Look, Professor, there's a word on the back of this box!" He carefully examined the locket, it was heavy, it seemed to be just the right size to hold the vertical pupil necklace, he flipped the box to the other side, and was surprised to find the words engraved on the back.

Dumbledore's reaction was fierce, and he excitedly took the locket over. Read it out word by word:

"Even death can't be my equal......"

I don't know if it's Brandi's delusion, he seems to see a relieved smile on Dumbledore's face.

Dumbledore briskly shoved the box back into his hand, his expression looking like he had eaten a piece of candy. "The signature is empty there, too, Brandy, this thing should be the item of the boy you mentioned. I was wondering why the Slytherin relic was here, but now it's clear that it's probably an imitation. ”

"A Slytherin relic?"

"An almost identical locket, kid. Except that there is no such weird message behind it. Dumbledore looked at the row above and began to crouch in the corner, carefully examining Wright's remains. This message is the number one that can match the Hall of Eternal Life...... It's funny, a wizard who has transcended death, and the books that have been handed down have not left the slightest information about him. ”

"I think I should know something about the professor...... Although I only remembered a little bit of the beginning and the end. Brandi rubbed his forehead, thinking desperately. There was a person's name, which seemed to be his mother, Jenny, who was Jenny Strawney! ”

"Strawney?" Dumbledore shook his head in confusion, "There is no surname Strauny in the existing wizarding family...... Trelawney: I know. You can ask the Sorting Hat, and while it has never had a brain, it probably can't forget what Gryffindor has experienced. ”

He clapped his hands and stood up.

"Looks like there's no other clue here, it's getting late, and we should go back. You should remember the spell of returning, right? ”

"It's the 'Dow Landmark Singularity.'" Brandi hurriedly replied, "But Professor, Wright ......."

He couldn't bear to look at the corpse that had been eroded by time.

"It's natural, Brandi. As a professor...... I can't look at the bones of my students and never see the light of day. Dumbledore waved his wand, and Wright's body suddenly began to burn violently, and the pale flames made Brandi's vision begin to distort, and there was a crackling sound in the flames.

After a while, the flames gradually extinguished, and wisps of white dust gathered together under the guidance of the magic, floating around Dumbledore. He cut a piece of the carpet with a wand, turned it into a plain box, and placed the ashes inside.

"It's time for us to go, Brandy."

Then, under Brandy's bewildered gaze, Dumbledore naturally handed the box to him, his breezy expression as if he were elegantly talking about the hearty breakfast that would be served a few hours later.

Eh????

"Professor, what are you?" Brandi was holding the urn stuffed into his arms, confused.

"What a sad thing it is to return the ashes of a pioneer to his long-awaited family, I have seen too many scenes of white-haired people sending black-haired people." Dumbledore pretended to wipe the corners of his eyes. "Besides, you can't bear to let an old man with half of his body in the ground go so far to someone else's house to bury his ashes...... I remember you were very loving, didn't you? ”

At this moment, Brandi, who was full of black lines, clearly saw the evil smile hidden at the corner of Dumbledore's mouth......

He only felt the corners of his mouth twitch. Still looking forward to it...... It's as if Dumbledore didn't know that the Manson family had been destroyed by Voldemort decades earlier. It's clear that I want to be lazy, so I instruct myself to do coolies!

Eh, then again......

Brandi looked at Dumbledore's face with a sad face.

He has been cheated several times by this kind-looking white-bearded old man, and there must be a demon when something goes wrong! The professor must have wanted to do something for himself......

But what was he thinking?

He didn't even understand it until he came out of the treasure house in a daze and returned to his room.

The next few days were really calm in the school, and he finally got used to eating with a large group of professors, and even chatting with Professor McGonagall once in a while—the conversation was still focused on Transfiguration, of course. As the week was about to pass, he was facing a make-up exam for Transfiguration...... Although his grades weren't so bad that he didn't fail, it was just a stopgap measure to give him a reason to stay in school normally, Professor McGonagall seemed to know that his wand problem had been solved. She told Brandi in all seriousness that this time she would be extra strict.

Of course, she had talked about some family things, friends, some silly girl she loved. Speaking of which, he realized that Parvati's Transfiguration was actually a perfect score.

It's strange that Brandi never knew that Professor McGonagall had such a liking for silly children.

Could it be that Professor McGonagall is an extraordinarily compassionate professor at heart? But why did Ron have to stay up late last time to catch up on his Transfiguration homework when he got sick...... Brandi was puzzled.

“…… Parvati is a good boy, and give me your demeanor as a gentleman of England so that there is nothing to be ashamed of in a girl. Every time I talked about Parvati, Professor McGonagall told him so seriously.

What are you kidding, it's like I usually bully her......

Later, after Brandi began to receive her Transfiguration tutoring, Professor McGonagall gradually became acquainted with him due to his frequent breaks. Brandy discovers that there is a side to Professor McGonagall's serious exterior that lies to enthusiasm and gossip.

He could find out that Percy had already had an inexplicable little secret with a girl of the same grade as early as third grade, and the Weasley brothers had a record of 10 lockdowns in three months in their first grade...... It was also known that Snape actually didn't like to eat cauliflower, and Professor Binns would sleep and snore at night like a normal person.

If it weren't for Professor McGonagall's grimace when she practiced spellcasting, Brandi would almost always treat her as a gentle-tempered and friendly bosom aunt.

However, there are naturally some things that bother him. Professor McGonagall always mentioned that she knew something about the Petyr sisters, but every time she asked, she would deliberately sigh and mysteriously not tell Brandy.

How can there be such a professor who half-hangs people's appetites!

………………

"Okay, Brandy. Perfect animal transformation! In the Transfiguration classroom, Professor McGonagall exclaimed.

She had now started calling Professor Dumbledore by his name, which was a good sign.

Just now, Brandy, who was nervous, succeeded in turning the lit candlestick into a hedgehog, he seemed to see a glimmer of light just now, and thought that he had not succeeded, so that the hedgehog's barb was hung with flames. But then he was glad to find out that it was only because the hedgehog's thorns were reflecting.

"Actually, I forgot to tell you that something as complex as a candlestick turning into a hedgehog is already considered a difficult exam for the second and third grades." Professor McGonagall looked at him with a smile on her face, a hint of undisguised pride on her face. "But don't be too complacent, and practice hard when you get home."

"Okay professor...... Well? Brandi agreed, and he suddenly came back to his senses.

"Professor? Didn't we say that we all had traces on our wands? When you get home, you probably won't be able to use magic! ”

"Of course, that's true in general." Professor McGonagall lowered her voice. "But your wand was broken before...... The traces have long since failed! ”

Brandi looked at her in amazement. "Professor, you're instigating me to know the law and break the law......"

I didn't expect Professor McGonagall to answer him.

"But you're not going to report me to the Ministry of Magic, are you?"