"My Minister Foggy visited Guling Pavilion intimately? He asked me to tell me that all the greedy and cunning goblins should be arrested and burned to death..."

"A community of monsters was found in the south? I really don't understand. Such trivial matters can actually be published on the Prophet Daily? If someone eats a monster, it is probably enough..."

"Auror captured a dark wizard who secretly used Muggles for experiments? Oh, this dark wizard is so stupid? There are so many Muggles like mice. If you catch a few people, you can be discovered by Auror. He must have been a squib that destroyed the world in his previous life..."

“…”

Brian was eating breakfast quietly, listening to Malfoy slowly commenting on today's Prophet Daily.

He was always so energetic, his words were filled with absurd and wonderful ideas. Although some of his thoughts were a little dark, it also made Brian feel relaxed.

A strange owl with two fiery red feathers on his head flew over, threw a note to Brian, glanced at him proudly and disgustedly, and then flew away very quickly.

Its speed is much faster than an owl, or rather, it is definitely not the speed that an owl should have.

Brian unfolded the note with doubt and fell silent.

"Mr. Foley, do you have time to come and have dinner with me at 7pm tonight? Hope you know where my office is."

"ps: I like sizzling honey sugar."

"Dumbledore."

Brian frowned while holding the note.

He had just done something bad last night and couldn't help but have some random thoughts at this time.

Did he show some clues?

"Am I wrong? Dumbledore has been paying attention to Kilow himself?" Brian thought so.

But he didn't think so.

Obviously, Dumbledore only needs to master the Philosopher's Stone to pinch Voldemort's lifeline well.

If Dumbledore pays too much attention to Quirrell or uses some magic to target him, once Voldemort is discovered, he will easily make his actions turn from light to dark, or even give up the magic stone, and then lose control.

You should know that although the Dark King's brain has ruined himself, his strength and knowledge level are well deserved. Even if he is weak at this time, he may not have any strange abilities and knowledge.

"Dumbledore doesn't need to take this risk." Brian closed his eyes, "he only needs to master the Philosopher's Stone, and everything is under his control."

"According to the original work, we can also speculate. He just asked Snape to pay attention to Kiro, and he had never interfered with Kiro's various actions. Even the actions of Harry and the other two under the trap should not be within his expectations. That incident was too unexpected."

"Because according to Dumbledore's arrangement, Voldemort would never have any idea of ​​getting the Philosopher's Stone in his life. He will never pass the Eris Mirror."

"Since he can't make any tricks, he doesn't have to supervise everything himself. Just wait until the network is closed in the end."

It was precisely this way that Brian dared to risk contact with Kilow and tried to get some benefits from it.

Then what does Dumbledore mean?

Just simply inviting him to have dinner? That's what the fool thinks.

Why didn't he invite Malfoy?

"Forget it, let's adapt to the situation at that time." Brian's eyes darkened.

It is a blessing or not a disaster, it is a disaster that cannot be avoided.

Of course, just in case, he can also pick himself up very clean.

The potions provided to him during normal contact with Kiro can be regarded as normal interactions between teachers and students.

Brian can also say that he was bewitched and threatened during his actions in the Forbidden Forest last night.

The Death Eaters who escaped sanctions, including his father, set a good example for him, didn’t they?

But this is just the worst case. In fact, as long as Quirrell is not caught and interrogated, there will be nothing wrong with Brian.

"If it really doesn't work, you can only break the relationship with Quirrell."

Brian held the note and rubbed his eyebrows.

"Bryan, what's wrong with you? Your expression has been wrong since you received the note." Malfoy asked, leaning over and asking. His gray eyes were full of seriousness and obscure concern.

"Nothing, it's just a little trouble." Brian shook his head and said.

"What happened?" Malfoy obviously didn't know how to stop, and looked like he broke the casserole and asked to the end.

"The bad thing I did may have been discovered by the professor, and he wants to talk to me." Brian smiled.

"Did Professor Snape find out that you tried to hatch the silver snake egg?" Malfoy said in a low voice.

"Ah, it's about the same." Brian sighed.

"...Good luck." Malfoy patted Brian on the shoulder and handed him a look of self-righteousness.

"Don't worry, your dad is a member of the board of directors of Hogwarts, and Professor Snape will not fire you." Malfoy reluctantly comforted him.

"Okay, I get it." Brian said in a daze.

...

The course on this day seemed particularly long. Dumbledore's invitation was always in Bryan's heart, making him unhappy.

After the afternoon class, Brian wrote homework in the common room. When the time was almost over, he packed up his belongings and went to Dumbledore's office.

Brian walked along the marble staircase to the eighth floor of the castle and stopped in front of an ugly giant stone monster.

"Correction." The stone monster said in a low voice.

"Sizzling honey." Brian said to it.

The stone monster jumped aside, revealing the wall behind it that was split in half. Behind the wall was a slowly moving spiral staircase.

Brian stepped onto the stairs, and the walls closed behind him. The spiral stairs slowly raised him, making him feel dizzy.

At the end of the stairs was a shiny oak door. Brian walked out of the stairs and knocked on the brass door knocker in the shape of a lion-headed beast.

The door opened quietly, revealing the spacious circular room inside.

Dumbledore was wearing a purple robe and was standing in front of a long and slender table, fiddling with the strange silverware. They kept spinning and spraying out small waves of smoke.

The walls were hung with portraits of old principals, who were all closing their eyes and making soft snoring. But obviously, the eyelids of several old principals were flashing slightly, and their eyes were rumbling inside, and their pretending to be sleeping was very bad.

"Professor Dumbledore." Brian said politely.

Dumbledore looked at the time, and the clock was about to be seven o'clock. He smiled at Brian and said, "Ah, you are very punctual, Brian, well, I think I can call you that, right?"

"Of course, sir." Brian said cautiously. He considered Dumbledore's thoughts, because he had always called himself Mr. Fley.

"It's probably boring to invite you to come and have dinner with me, the old man?" Dumbledore stared at Brian with light blue eyes for a while. Seeing that he was serious and meticulous in his behavior, he smiled and said, "No need to be restrained, it's just a dinner."

"You can understand it as someone who an elderly man wants to talk to," he said, inviting Brian to sit down at a table.

"What do you want to eat, Brian?"

“Honey steak and lemonade, thank you.”

Dumbledore used his special-shaped wand to point the tabletop, and a large table of steak, roasted chicken, desserts and lemon and honey water appeared out of thin air.

Brian looked at the wand, it should be the old wand.

Just a glance, he looked away and saw the dirty branch hat behind the table. It was motionless on the shelf, but it made Brian want to take out his wand to release a cleaning spell at it.

A pleasant bird cry awakened him, and a big golden bird appeared out of thin air on the gilded branch behind the door in a burst of fire, tilting its head to look at him.

The familiar arrogance and disgust in the eyes, as well as the two familiar red feathers on its head, made Brian's eyes twitch.

"Oh, this is Fox, it's a phoenix." Dumbledore found Brian staring at Fox, and his tone was relaxed, introducing it like a child's show of himself. "Phoenixes are such strange and charming lives. They can carry heavy objects, tears have healing effects, and are also particularly loyal pets."

"That owl..." Brian looked at Dumbledore with his quiet black eyes.

"Yes, I turned it into that, but it obviously didn't like it very much." Dumbledore blinked mischievously, "Fox looks too conspicuous, I think you probably don't want everyone to pay attention to."

"Ah, when I needed it, I realized that I didn't even have an owl."
Chapter completed!