Until the end of the night at the Charms Club, things about the Fish-People and Atlantis had been haunting his mind, and every now and then the idea of knowing more about it popped up.

"Linde, what's wrong with you, I see you absent-minded today." Cedric asked Lindh after the party.

Lind turned her head to look at Cedric.

yes, why didn't you think about this guy, the perfect man at Hogwarts.

"Cedric, do you know anything about the Fishmen?" Lind asked.

"Fish-people?! Come to think of it, I know that there is a tribe of fish-people in the Black Lake, and I don't know the rest. It is said that this race also has a culture that was once very powerful. For example, the preface to the Book of Spells reads, "I'm proud to have been translated into the language of the Fishmen."

Therefore, the fish-people should have a relatively independent magic system like the elves, and they seem to have been classified as the rarest sub-human species. ”

Cedric thought for a moment and added, "In the library's history category, there seems to be a book called "Magical Creatures: Subhuman Chapter" that has some records of fish people and their history, you can check it out. ”

After speaking, he looked at Linde suspiciously. "Why are you like this because of this kind of thing!"

"It's just a sudden curiosity." Lind thought about Cedric's words.

Unexpectedly, Cedric patted him on the shoulder, "If there is anything, you can find me, we are friends, aren't we!" Then look at him with an encouraging look. Then he turned the corner and walked away.

"This is?! Thought I was being bullied at school? Linde thought about Cedric's expression just now, and it was obvious that he didn't think that Linde would affect his activities in the Charms Club because of extracurricular knowledge like Fishman.

But the fact is that he was really thinking about the fish-man, so he was absent-minded. Because the Fish-Man is not something unrelated to him.

Thinking of this, Linde could only smile bitterly, but he didn't have the idea of going up to explain, there should be no need to explain such a trivial matter.

At night, he climbed up to the eighth floor of the castle as usual, only to see a large bird as soon as he went up.

Because of the light, its feathers were dark red, and Hans Christian Andersen shivered when he saw it, and he couldn't fly steadily.

It's Dumbledore's phoenix, Fawkes.

Before he could react, the bird stopped on the armrest beside him, and Lind could sense that it had no malice.

It let out two small high-pitched cooing sounds.

"Dumbledore told me to go to him?"

Lind confirmed, but instead of replying to him, the phoenix nodded, glanced at Andersen, and flew forward.

"Are you going back to the third floor again?" Lind said with some despair, thinking about why Dumbledore was looking for him. Do you want to withdraw him from school? No, Dumbledore is a typical moderate, werewolves, half-goblins as teachers, allowing half-giants to enroll, etc., there is no reason to trouble him as a half-fishman.

What else could that be? I didn't do anything! Except for a night tour that doesn't disturb anyone every day.

Fawkes, who was like a big turkey, flew in front, Linde chased behind, and in a short time he walked down the eighth floor to the third floor, the dripping beak stone beast in the principal's office.

Lind was thinking that he didn't have a password yet, when the stone beast slowly moved away from the cave as if it recognized Fawkes.

Behind the wall is a spiral staircase, which is slowly moving upwards, like an escalator. Fawkes walked up with Linde, and heard a rumble behind him and the wall closed again. They spun higher and higher, higher and higher, until at last Lindh saw a gleaming oak door in front of them, and above it was a brass knocker in the shape of a sphin.

The wooden door slowly opened, and Linde slowly walked in. It's a spacious, beautiful circular room filled with all sorts of funny little sounds. On the table with slender legs, there were many strange silverware, spinning, spewing small puffs of silver smoke from each other.

The walls are covered with old headmasters of yesteryear, snoring softly in their frames.

Lind also saw the damned Sorting Hat and a crosssword encrusted with this large ruby.

Fawkes brought Lind in and flew to a gilded perch and stopped, and Andersen finally lifted his cowering head a little.

"I don't know if calling you so late has bothered you." Dumbledore's voice suddenly came out from behind the curtains. He wears purple robes and pajamas.

"Not at all, Professor." Lind bowed to him.

"Also, it's not too late for you." Dumbledore glanced at Linde, smiled slyly, and sat down.

Lind looked at his expression and chuckled in his heart. He now spends most of his evenings in the Room of Requirement, rarely in his bedroom.

Although he had already imagined the scene in front of him, he really didn't expect it to come so early.

As he thought about it, Dumbledore called for him to sit down.

"Is there something the professor is looking for me?" Linde sat down, deciding to ask Dumbledore directly about his intentions in calling him first. As for the rest, he wasn't too worried.

It's true that Dumbledore is a master of the Dementor, but as a moderate white wizard, although he likes to set up a game, he shouldn't be able to take the Denner from a young wizard.

And about his night trip, it is indeed against the rules, but he himself has not done anything harmful to others, so at most it will be a point deduction or confinement, and it will not be a big deal.

"Do you want something to drink?" Dumbledore was unhurried.

"Butterbeer bar." Lind said that although butterbeer is called beer, it is actually just a sparkling drink, and it is a drink that fits well with the context of chatting.

Dumbledore took out two large beer glasses, one of which was placed in front of Linde, and the butterbeer began to pour out of the glasses, and when they reached the top, the milk caps began to pour out of the cups.

Dumbledore took a big sip of his cup, milk foam on his beard.

"Actually, it's nothing, it's just that you know, when you're old, you can't sleep all the time. Then I found out that there was a little wizard who hadn't slept, so I asked Fawkes to bring you over, hoping it didn't scare you. "Dumbledore's speech always makes people involuntarily relax and feel inexplicably comfortable.

Lind glanced at the phoenix with its head buried in its wings, and when it heard Dumbledore say its name, it lifted its head out as well, its long eyelashes blinking.

"Fox? Is it a phoenix? Lind asked with some curiosity.

"Yes, it is the only one in the world that is close to humans, and no one of its kinders knows where. I think your little raven should be able to make good friends with it. Dumbledore said.

Hearing this, Andersen shuddered. "It seems unlikely at the moment." Linde said helplessly.

Don't make a fuss, the gap between high-level magical creatures and ordinary creatures cultivated by wizards is as big as the gap between humans and fishmen.