The night was already very deep, and even the people in the portraits of the headmasters on the wall were dozing, but there was not the slightest distress in the two people sitting at the table.

There is only a lot of confusion.

"Sir, is the last thing we see when he riots?" Harry asked, frowning.

"Yes." Dumbledore sighed and said, "Harry, how much do you know about the Magical Riot?" ”

"All I know is that this is something that will inevitably happen to wizards when they grow up, and if there is a magic riot, it means that this person has a talent for using magic." Harry said.

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, and with a wave of his hand, two cups appeared on the table, already filled with lemon tea. He took a sip from his cup and said, "You're right, Magical Riot is an important basis for judging whether a child has the talent to become a wizard. No one knows when it's going to happen, and no one knows what form it's going to take, but anyway, a situation like Ike's is an exaggeration. ”

"And what does that mean?"

"Although there is not enough evidence to show that the scale and power of the magic riot are related to the wizard's own talent, according to the general perception in the wizarding world, that level of magic riot is enough to explain Ike's talent." Dumbledore said, "What happened afterwards proves that. ”

He was silent for a moment before he asked, "There's a detail I don't know if you've noticed: remember the last look he made?" ”

"Yes." Harry nodded, but he didn't know what words to use to describe that look. There are too many emotions mixed in it, and it is complicated for him to understand at all.

"That's what I can't figure out the most." Dumbledore said, "A child's eyes should be clear and pure, how can a five-year-old have such eyes?" ”

"There must be secrets in this that we don't know, but alas, we can't know the truth."

As he spoke, Dumbledore changed his voice and said, "However, I have a little guess about the strange rain and the surprisingly long road......

"What is it, sir?" Harry immediately asked, curious about it, "What kind of magic?" ”

"So to speak." Dumbledore paused before continuing, "You should have learned in the history of magic class, the magic we use now has not been passed down from ancient times, and we have lost a lot of time over a long period of time, so to speak, it may only be ten percent, maybe even less. ”

"Nowadays, there are many wizards who are passionate about pursuing ancient magic, and in doing so, they do so mainly through two main paths...... Harry, do you know what it is? ”

"Ancient Demonic Texts? But the other one I don't know, sir. Harry replied, shaking his head.

"It's a ruin." Dumbledore pushed his glasses and said, "Remember Bill's previous job?" ”

"Pyramid Spell Breaker? Ron: They've traveled in the past. ”

"Yes, in a sense, the pyramid can also be counted as a kind of relic." Dumbledore said, "It's full of curses and magic that we can't understand or grasp right now, most of which are dangerous and deadly. And due to the disconnection of the magic inheritance, we can't accurately understand those spells and curses, so there is the birth of the Spell Interpreter. ”

"It can be said that Bill's previous job was actually very dangerous. You've been with him for so much time during the summer, you should have noticed those scars on his body......" Seeing Harry nod, Dumbledore said, "Those are the ones he left on his job." ”

He paused, as if to give Harry a moment to digest the information, and then continued, "What I mean by this is to tell you that there are still many things in this world that we don't understand, and that modern magic and ancient magic are two completely different systems......

"Do you think it's an ancient magic that we don't know about?" Harry asked.

"That's the only plausible explanation." Dumbledore paused, and his tone became more serious, "Harry, like I said, Ike may be more dangerous than Voldemort, like this memory, full of fog that we can't see......"

"Showing you this, in fact, I want you to know that you must be careful when facing him."

"I will, sir." Harry nodded solemnly. Seeing this, Dumbledore smiled with satisfaction.

He looked at the time, showed a relaxed expression, and said, "Okay, it's late, let's stop here today, you should go back and get a good night's sleep." ”

"I hope you have a good dream, Harry."

"So do you, sir."

As Harry said, he had a very good night's sleep and woke up in the morning feeling refreshed. However, due to the large number of people at breakfast, they were afraid of being heard, so they didn't tell Hermione and Ron what they had seen last night until they were on their way to the greenhouse, where the herb class was held.

The sixth grade greenhouse was far away, and the weather wasn't very good, so it took them more time than usual to find the greenhouse. However, it wasn't enough for him to finish everything until a good moment after the class.

"What a horror, the mysterious man of my youth." Ron whispered, putting protective gloves on his hands.

They have to deal with pimple vine, an even more dangerous plant. It looks like a stump of a pimple, but it is very aggressive. Their goal was to extract a pod the size of a grapefruit from the tightly wound spikes.

It's dangerous, and somebody gets bruised by those branches. Just like Neville, who had already taken out a pod next to him, there were a few more blood marks on half of his face, and he looked miserable.

Looking at Neville's tragic situation, Ron couldn't help but shudder, and turned to Harry and asked softly, "Actually, I've always wondered, why did Dumbledore let you see this?" I mean, it's fun to be funny, but what's the use? It doesn't give you the power to defeat the mystery man, does it? ”

"I don't know." Harry shook his head and said as he put on a protective mask, "But he said it was very important and would help me survive." ”

"And I think it will also allow me to understand the enemy better and discover their weaknesses."

"Did you find out?" Ron asked again.

"Not yet." Harry sighed as he put on his goggles. casually looked at Hermione, only to find that she was surprisingly quiet, and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with you, Hermione?" ”

Hermione's voice was muffled with a protective mask and goggles, but both Harry and Ron could tell that something was wrong with her tone, as if she was very unhappy.

"So, Dumbledore went to find Miss Julian, right?" Hermione said calmly.