Chapter 9 Let’s discuss inheritance (please read, please vote~)

Wait for Snape to leave.

"Does the confession he mentioned have anything to do with me?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore's expression remained unchanged and he led the way: "Why do you think so?"

"He paid a lot of attention to me." Harry followed Dumbledore's footsteps, "Seven times, eight times? He just looked at me so many times while eating."

Dumbledore nodded: "Of course, everyone pays attention to you, Harry, you are the most special one."

Change the subject and be perfunctory.

Snape is definitely not in the "everyone" category.

Seeing that the old man didn't want to discuss it, Harry made no further comment.

Followed to the principal's office.

"Potter is a very old family." Dumbledore rubbed his head, "It seems I have to go and check it out. Maybe there is something I haven't noticed."

Other than that, there is no impact.

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

Dumbledore was a little stunned and looked at Harry in surprise.

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

"Suddenly, I learned a little spell." Harry said.

Harry raised an eyebrow.

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

Harry briefly explained: "I never had any pain when I was at my aunt's house. I haven't had any pain since I started learning magic. Only today, only just now, when I was looking at Professor Quirrell, I suddenly felt pain.

It hurt a little."

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

"But what is it..."

"Isn't this an ordinary invisibility cloak?" Harry reached back, closed the lid, grabbed the box and held it in his arms.

This unique attitude?

Harry nodded: "Of course."

Harry asked again: "Did you pass the Gryffindor trial back then?"

He knew about the invisibility cloak. It was written in the book that it was a cloak woven from the fur of invisible animals and had an effect similar to the Disguise Charm.

Thank God.

"Your father has a lot of notes on transfiguration. He is an excellent master of transfiguration, but transfiguration has certain dangers. I will hand it over to Professor McGonagall, your dean and professor of transfiguration."

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

Almost instantly, Harry smelled the ingredients of this cockroach.

He looks a lot like his father, and Professor Snape hates his face and eyes so much...

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

Dumbledore ignored him: "What's wrong with your eyes?"

Harry said confidently: "It told me that anyone who pulls out the sword can participate in the Gryffindor trial. After passing the trial, you can truly own the Gryffindor sword."

"Before you ask a question, Harry, please allow me to ask you a question first?" Dumbledore spoke first, waved his wand, and a glass of milk appeared in front of Harry, "Someone is pinching me.

The old poor neck is asking for an explanation."

"Professor Snape?" Harry asked.

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

This surprise is really huge.

Peanuts, cream, frosting...

But it's not so precious that even Dumbledore would hesitate. An invisibility cloak only costs a few hundred galleons, and the Potter family's hair growth potion costs far more than a few hundred galleons.

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

There was a hint of nostalgia in Dumbledore's eyes: "The Trial of Gryffindor, oh, yes, of course, you have to return the hat at the beginning of each year."

This... the greatest white wizard of this century, the old man who defeated two Dark Lords one after another, was more powerful than what was written in the book. He used Alder's Seal almost with all his strength, but he couldn't even shake the opponent's magic power.

"Take it with you so that I can learn more about the trials."

"Are there any other changes?" Dumbledore became slightly serious.

"Would you like some? It tastes great."

Dumbledore opened the box, took a deep breath, and pushed it with a little force: "This is it, your father's relic. He used this thing for night trips."

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

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows: "What kind of small spell can you show me?"

"Your parents left a lot of things." Dumbledore thought for a while and then said slowly, "Most of them are in the old Potter house, your family's house."

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

It's not a real cockroach - he knows that many warlocks will eventually become crazy, which is normal, but he doesn't want his principal to be like that.

Dumbledore continued.

"There is a third thing." Harry raised his hand and lifted his hair, "My scar suddenly hurt just now, when I looked at Professor Quirrell."

"Hogwarts still needs it for sorting."

"The first thing I want to discuss with you is whether we can see how much inheritance my parents left me."

"A very interesting spell."

"Can we wait until later?"

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

Dumbledore rubbed his head: "Okay, I understand."

"I remember that your eyes were emerald green, like emeralds."

The tone was a bit wrong. It was "handed over" to Professor McGonagall, but when it came to his mother's relics, it was "in the hands" of Professor Snape.

Oh ho...

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

Dumbledore's face was startled again, okay, another unexpected request.

He stood up and took out a box from the cabinet on the side.

Harry was stunned.

Worrying, thinking deeply, and mustering up courage.

"The owner of the cedar wand?"

There was a bang, the magic power pushed, the office shook slightly, and the sleeping phoenix screamed and poked its head around.

Harry said nothing and looked at Dumbledore carefully.

It is indeed precious.

"Alder!"

"You don't have to worry about money. The Potter family has chickens that can only lay golden eggs. For every hair growth potion on the market sold, they will give you a portion of the royalties."

Dumbledore's expression did not change. He just exhaled: "The Sorting Hat is right. You are really an extremely keen little wizard."

Dumbledore asked Harry to sit down, and while sitting down, he took out a jar of... an indescribable thing from the drawer - a transparent glass jar, which was densely packed with crawling cockroaches.

Dumbledore shook his head: "That was just a trial for young wizards. When I was still at Hogwarts, I didn't even have the courage to pull out the sword."

"Fresh cockroach candy."

"It's not that I don't trust you, but... you are older and wiser, and you know that I should do this." Harry waved his hand and explained casually, "I think my parents should have left more than just the property in Gringotts.

."

"I heard from Hagrid that you have many hobbies, such as potions, herbal medicine, and blacksmithing..."

"Okay, Harry, tell me what you want to tell me?"

"You hesitated." Harry said bluntly, "I can see that you are hesitating whether to hand this thing over to me - and you are not worried about whether I will use it to do something bad."

"Magic is not the reason why my scar hurts, and no one has cast a curse on me. Although this conjecture is a bit unreasonable, it is the most likely cause of the fact."

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

"When did it change?" Dumbledore asked again.
To be continued...