A friendly day at Hogwarts

"Death Eaters... I haven't heard this term for many years."

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed slightly and he sighed.

"Strictly speaking, Professor Quirrell cannot be considered a true Death Eater."

"Real Death Eaters?"

Glenn repeated, emphasizing the word "real."

"That's right, Glenn." Dumbledore nodded, "How much do you know about Death Eaters?"

Glenn shook his head slightly and said, "Not too much. My grandfather seemed unwilling to mention those days, and the people in Diagon Alley also kept it secret."

Dumbledore looked at him kindly, his eyes soft.

"Maybe it would be a good thing for you to hear this in advance."

"You may not believe it, but actually I know everything..."

Glenn thought to himself, but still showed a curious expression.

"Every Death Eater has a unique Dark Mark. As I said, Professor Quirrell is not a real Death Eater, but more like a status that is worse than a servant, or in other words, tool."

Dumbledore said softly with serious eyes.

Glenn read his words carefully and speculated secretly.

Since he could say such words, he might have discovered that Voldemort was inhabiting Quirrell.

The poor Dark Lord was still planning the Philosopher's Stone, but he didn't expect that he and himself had been used as pawns by an old fox and became a test in Harry Potter's growth plan.

"So... volt... I mean, is the mysterious man going to reappear soon?" Glenn asked.

"At least that's what I personally think."

Dumbledore looked at him with burning eyes, nodded and said.

"In addition, I suggest you call him Voldemort, Glenn. You are a very special child, so I hope you can face your fears calmly. In fact, escaping cannot eliminate the terrifying nature of things themselves. place."

"Okay." Glenn agreed and continued to ask, "Since you already know Professor Quirrell's identity, why do you want him to return to Hogwarts?"

Dumbledore gave a calculating smile.

"It's better to stay under his nose than to be hidden by him. Besides, I think Harry also needs some difficulties to temper himself."

Glenn pretended to be enlightened and nodded.

"Now I understand why you called me here."

"Oh?" Dumbledore glanced at him with interest, "Tell me about it?"

"Although you know Professor Quirrell's identity, you obviously can't keep an eye on him all the time, so you want me to observe Harry and provide a little help when necessary."

Glenn looked up at the old fox and said slowly.

"First, guide Harry's character to grow in the right direction; second, try to prevent some secret tricks of Professor Quirrell. I think you are not the only one who has had similar conversations with me, right?"

Obviously, he was referring to a certain professor who liked to wear black robes.

"That makes sense." Dumbledore looked at him with a smile, "But I think you missed something."

Glenn repeated with some confusion: "Missed something?"

"I have to admit, I'm an old guy who's not very good at guiding young people..."

Dumbledore's eyes were sincere, as if he was apologizing.

"This is the first time I try this kind of relationship. I think it may cause you some trouble."

Glenn didn't quite understand what he wanted to say and looked confused.

"Let's put it this way, I have seen many outstanding children, but it is a pity that I have to watch a small number of them go astray without being able to stop them."

There was a hint of regret in his tone, and Glenn became more and more confused about the purpose of his words.

"I have to admit that I made a lot of mistakes in the process of guiding them to grow up, so over the years, I have been trying different ways of dealing with young people."

"In what way?" Glenn asked.

"For example, many people like to call me...what does that word mean? The Riddler?"

Glenn was stunned. Why did this word sound so familiar?

Is the old Riddler okay?

He really wanted to tell Dumbledore that the term Riddler was not used in this way, and everyone understood it.

But if you think about it carefully, in a sense, using "The Riddler" to describe Dumbledore is quite vivid.

An old fox who is mysterious all day long, full of secrets, and always speaks half the truth, is called "The Riddler". What problems can there be?

"This..." Glenn had an awkward yet polite smile on his face, waiting for him to continue.

"So, after meeting you last year, I'm going to get along with you in a way I've never tried before."

Dumbledore looked at him and said softly.

"I will not hide it like before, but will choose the right time to tell you some important secrets."

"Like the situation with Professor Quirrell and Harry?"

"Of course, I hope you won't misunderstand this." Dumbledore said solemnly, "I promise you that I will never use you as a tool. To a certain extent, your safety is even more important than Harry's growth. .”

Glenn nodded slightly, understanding Dumbledore's intention.

These words were sincere and clear.

Reconnecting with the details of getting along last year, Glenn gradually understood.

Although the old fox is still the same old fox, it can be seen that he is really trying this candid way of getting along.

"I can totally understand, Professor, thank you for your candor." Glenn nodded gently.

Dumbledore's smile became more and more kind, with deep appreciation in his eyes.

"Professor Quirrell, I will arrange for others to keep an eye on it. As for little Harry, I'm afraid you have to put some thought into it."

He picked up the teacup and took a sip, speaking softly.

"But don't get me wrong, I don't mean to let you worry about all the problems for him."

"I understand, Professor. But I'm still a little curious as to why you asked me to do this. After all, Harry and I are not in the same college."

"This brings up the purpose we just talked about that you missed."

Dumbledore smiled like a naughty boy.

"I'm afraid you still don't know how important you are to me, right?"

Glenn:? ? ?

A chill hit the back of his neck and he couldn't help but shrink back, remembering the scene of GGAD.

"I'm still a kid...Professor..."

He didn't dare to speak directly, so he could only evade his words and speak in a roundabout way.

Dumbledore didn't seem to understand the meaning of his words and said with confusion.

"It is precisely because you are still a child that I will give you the problem of helping Harry to hone your will..."