Wait for Snape to leave.

"What he said has to do with me?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore's face did not change, and he led the way: "Why do you think so?" ”

"He pays attention to me." Harry followed Dumbledore's footsteps, "Seven, eight? He looked at me so much during the meal. ”

Dumbledore nodded, "Of course, everyone is concerned about you, Harry, you are the most special one. ”

Changing the subject and perfunctory.

Snape is definitely not in the category of "everyone".

Seeing that the old man didn't want to discuss, Harry didn't say anything more.

Then I came to the principal's office.

Dumbledore beckoned Harry to sit down, and while sitting down on his own, he took out a jar from a drawer... The indescribable thing - a clear glass jar, densely packed with crawling cockroaches.

"Fresh cockroach candy."

"Would you like some, it tastes great."

Harry tilted his head back, his face full of resistance, "No, thank you. ”

"Oh well, it seems that our dear Mr. Savior can't appreciate this delicacy either." Dumbledore opened the jar, plucked out a few and threw them into his mouth, crunching and splattering juice.

Peanuts, cream, frosting......

Almost instantly, Harry sniffed out the cockroach's ingredients.

Thank God.

Not really a cockroach - he knew that a lot of warlocks would eventually go insane, which was normal, but he didn't want his headmaster to be like that.

"Before you ask a question, Harry, may I ask you a question?" Dumbledore opened his mouth first, and with a wave of his wand, a glass of milk appeared in front of Harry, "Someone grabbed my poor old man by the neck and asked for an explanation. ”

"Professor Snape, is that?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore turned a deaf ear: "What's the matter with your eyes?" ”

"I remember, your eyes were emerald green, emerald-like."

"I don't know." Harry shook his head and replied half-truthfully, "Maybe some kind of magic?" ”

"When did it change?" Dumbledore asked again.

Harry then replied, "The day Hogwarts wrote to me." ”

"Anything else?" Dumbledore became slightly serious.

"All of a sudden, there's a little spell." Harry said.

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow: "Little spell, what kind, can you show me?" ”

Harry looked around, "It's a bit big, I don't know ......"

Dumbledore raised his hand and pressed it: "Don't worry, although I am old, I still have the ability to protect my office." ”

Harry no longer hesitated, raised his hand, and pulled out the seal.

"Alder!"

With a bang, the magic pushed, the office shook slightly, and the sleeping phoenix screamed and probed his brain.

Other than that, there is no impact.

"It's interesting, similar to a knockback charm." Dumbledore tapped on the table and commented, "But the scope is so wide, it's a bit unexpected. ”

"A very interesting spell."

Harry didn't speak, looking at Dumbledore cautiously.

The... The greatest white wizard of this century, the old man who defeated the two Dark Lords one after another, was more powerful than written in the books, he almost used the Alpha Seal, but he couldn't even shake the magic power of the other party.

"Potter is a very old, very old family." Dumbledore rubbed his head, "Looks like I'm going to have to check it out, maybe there's something I haven't noticed." ”

"Alright, Harry, tell me what you have to tell me?"

Harry took a deep breath, "I have two... Oh no, three things to say. ”

"First of all, I want to discuss with you if I can see how much my parents have left me."

Dumbledore looked at Harry in surprise.

"It's not that I don't distrust you, but... You're old and wise, and you know I'm supposed to do it. Harry waved his hand and explained casually, "I think my parents should have left more than just Gringotts' possessions. ”

Dumbledore nodded, "Yes, I know, I just didn't expect it." ”

He thought Harry would come over and cry to him about his Muggle life, be curious about his parents' past, and maybe even ask Snape why he had the same attitude towards him.

I didn't expect that as soon as I opened my mouth, I was talking about inheritance.

"Your parents left a lot of stuff behind." Dumbledore thought for a moment and said slowly, "Most of them are in the old Potter mansion, your family's house. ”

"I've heard from Hagrid that you have many hobbies, such as potions, herbs, and blacksmithing......"

"You don't have to worry about money, the Potter family has chickens that can only lay golden eggs, hair growth potions on the market, and every copy sold, you will be given a part of the copyright fee."

"Although they haven't paid the Potter family for ten years, you have to find a way to get it back."

"Of course, you can also ask my old man for help."

Harry was stunned.

Oh...

The surprise was huge.

Hair growth potion, no wonder he didn't see a bald wizard.

Dumbledore continued.

"Your father has a lot of Transfiguration notes, he is a very good Transfiguration master, but Transfiguration has certain dangers, I will give it to Professor McGonagall, your dean, Professor Transfiguration."

"She's a good professor who is very conscientious and responsible, and she'll give you notes when the time is right."

"And your mother, she's a very good, potions witch and has a lot of notes on potions, and you can talk to Professor Snape about it with Professor Snape."

Harry's eyes narrowed.

The tone was a little wrong, he was "handed" to Professor McGonagall, but his mother's relics were "in the hands" of Professor Snape.

Oh ho...

He looked a lot like his father, and Professor Snape hated his face and eyes so much......

It seems that we need to ask if this Professor Snape is married.

Dumbledore didn't continue, his expression hesitant, his fists clenched slightly.

In worrying, in deep thought, in the courage.

"Of course, the most important thing is a relic of your father, an invisibility cloak."

He got up and took out a box from a nearby cabinet.

Harry raised an eyebrow.

This unusual attitude?

The Cloak of Invisibility He knew that it was written in the book that it was a cloak woven from the fur of an invisible beast, which had an effect similar to that of a phantom spell.

It is indeed precious.

But it was not so precious that it could make Dumbledore hesitate, an invisibility cloak was only a few hundred Galleons, and the Potter family's hair growth agent was far more than a few hundred Galleons.

He wasn't at all interested in Garon.

Dumbledore opened the box, took a deep breath, and pushed it slightly: "This is it, your father's relic, he used it for night travel a lot." ”

The box was empty, but Harry reached out and touched it, and there was a cold touch.

"This isn't your average cloak of invisibility?" Harry reached back, closed the lid, and clutched the box in his arms.

Dumbledore was stunned: "Why do you ask?" ”

"You hesitated." Harry said bluntly, "I can see you're struggling with whether or not to give this thing to me - and it's not that I'm worried about whether I'm going to do anything bad with it." ”

Dumbledore's face didn't change, he just exhaled, "The Sorting Hat is right, you're such an extremely sharp little wizard. ”

"The owner of the cedar wand?"

"Well, it's a very special invisibility cloak indeed, maybe, I just said maybe, I'll borrow it from you again in the future, and I hope you'll agree to it then."

"But what is it......"

"Can we talk about that later?"

Harry nodded, "Of course." ”

"Then let's talk about the second thing, I wish I could take the Sorting Hat away."

Dumbledore's face was stunned again, well, another unexpected request.

"I knew it, I knew it!" The Sorting Hat on the side of the cabinet shouted, "You little wizard has absolutely no good intentions. ”

"Why do you want it?" Dumbledore asked curiously.

Harry was right: "It told me that whoever draws the sword can participate in the Gryffindor trial, and through the trial, he can truly own the Gryffindor sword." ”

"Take it with you, and I'll learn a lot about trials."

There was a hint of remembrance in Dumbledore's eyes: "The trials of Gryffindor, oh yes, of course, you have to return your hat when school starts every year. ”

"Hogwarts still needs it for the Sorting."

Harry asked, "Did you pass the Gryffindor trial?" ”

Dumbledore shook his head, "It was only a trial for young wizards, and when I was at Hogwarts, I didn't even have the courage to draw a sword. ”

Harry didn't press on, he caught the subtle pain in Dumbledore's eyes, the witcher just couldn't speak, it wasn't that he couldn't read the air.

"There's a third thing." Harry raised his hand and ruffled his hair, "My scar suddenly hurt just now, when I met Professor Quirrell's eyes. ”

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, and his face immediately became serious: "The scar hurts?" ”

Harry explained briefly: "When I was at my aunt's house, I never hurt, and after I started learning magic, I didn't hurt either, except today, except just now, when I was looking at Professor Quirrell, I suddenly had a pain. ”

"Are you sure it's because of the eye contact with Professor Quirrell?" Dumbledore asked, frowning.

Harry nodded, "Yes, I'm sure. ”

"Magic isn't the cause of my scars, and no one casts a spell on me, and while it's a bit of a nonsensical conjecture, it's the most fact-like trigger."

Dumbledore rubbed his head, "Okay, I see. ”

"Do you have an answer?" Harry's eyes narrowed.

Dumbledore muttered, "Harry, you're so perceptive, I'm even starting to wonder if you're using a Dementor on me, if you do." ”

"I've got some guesses, but I'm not so sure, give me time, Harry."

"It's getting late now, you've been on the train for the day, grab your cloak and sorting hat, and head back to your dorm early."

"I remember Gryffindor's password was dragon scum."

"The hat will show you the way."