A sharp Hogwarts

Legilimency...what is it?

That's a good question, and Dalia wants to know it now.

Obviously, just like "French fries" corresponds to "fluorescence".

In the "Tongue Edition" Hogwarts, "Legilimency" is also something edible.

"Well, how should I put it? Legilimency is a special kind of magic..."

Dalia tried hard to search for the definition in her mind, and explained to Dumbledore stumblingly.

"Legilimency, in terms of effect, it can study other people's thoughts, emotions, and memories, and even affect thinking and inject hallucinations."

"Masters of Legilimency can often understand the other person's thoughts through eye contact, and directly use the Legilimency spell to analyze deeper..."

"Oh, I get it - Cat Leopard Hyoscyamus Wine."

Dumbledore nodded in realization and glanced at Dalia with a strange expression.

"Actually, you can sometimes use simpler terms, such as - mind reading?"

"……Oh."

The corners of Dalia's mouth twitched and she said oh expressionlessly.

In the original book, when Professor Snape explained Legilimency to Harry, he made some negative comments:

"Only Muggles can talk about 'reading people's hearts' - the human heart is not a book that can be read at will. Nor are thoughts engraved in the skull."

If she hadn't been worried that Dumbledore would recreate it "across time and space", she wouldn't have bothered to describe the definition so carefully.

It's good now that Dumbledore didn't regard him as a Muggle, but he was probably regarded as a fool.

Forget it, she had no intention of having a battle of wits with Dumbledore, an "old silver coin" in school anyway.

"Well……"

Dalia shook her head, suppressed the thoughts in her heart, and looked up at Dumbledore sitting behind the huge desk.

"So, if you have any doubts, just use the magic of Cat Leopard and Hyoscyamus Wine on me, right?"

"In fact..."

Dumbledore stared at Dalia with interest and said slowly, the tips of his ten fingers facing each other.

"The magic has been going on since we met... It's just superficial, such as whether you lied or concealed something-"

"Oh, of course, including your slanders - don't worry, I get some new nicknames almost every once in a while."

"So our chat is over?"

Dalia was stunned and asked curiously.

"What did you read? Is there anything you want me to explain?"

Dumbledore may have many thoughts and plans, but Dalia knew that most of the old wizard's starting point was to protect others.

To be more precise, unless Dumbledore in this world suddenly changes his temperament, Dumbledore is definitely Dalia's most trustworthy supporter.

"No, Miss Dursley, magic is not omnipotent - I can read your trust, but I still want to talk to you."

Dumbledore said, but the look on his face became serious again.

"First of all, what do you know about these letters?"

Dalia waited in confusion, and saw Dumbledore taking out a pile of letters from the drawer and arranging them on the table.

"I must ask you, Miss Dursley, how do you know about the situation in the wizarding world?"

Dumbledore whispered gently, looking past the glasses on the twisted bridge of his nose and staring at Dahlia.

"You accurately identified Mrs. Weasley, Kingsley, Hagrid..."

"Because I am a prophet."

Dalia replied without thinking.

She glanced at Dumbledore and counted them openly on her fingers.

"The truth is, I know all of you - believe it or not, I just know."

"Whether it's outside the school or inside the school, Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall, Mr. Hagrid...Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Kingsley."

"Similarly, this 'horizon' will not be limited by time, whether in the past or the future - for example, I know that a girl named Luna Lovegood will join Ravenclaw House next year, and I will also I know that more than 50 years ago there was a male student union president named Tom Riddle...the dark wizard who later turned evil."

"It's remarkable," Dumbledore praised softly when she paused. "Obviously, you do know something that ordinary people cannot understand."

Dumbledore waved his right hand, summoned a cup from the coffee table not far away, filled a cup of black tea and sent it to Dahlia.

"I should add, though, that prophets can't see into the past—you're a much better prophet than I know."

"Maybe, but actually I'm not a real prophet."

Dalia took a sip of black tea and continued calmly.

"Strictly speaking, what I saw is actually centered on Harry——"

"Similar to if Harry were the protagonist of a book, I read, on and off, his various experiences at Hogwarts over the next seven years."

"By the way - this cup of tea doesn't have Veritaserum added, right?" Dalia glanced at Dumbledore, who was shaking his head helplessly, and put down the tea cup, "Actually, it doesn't matter if you add it. The world I see is different from this world. For example, people use magic wands instead of magic knives to cast spells...but there are some paradoxes in some things and characters."

"Oh, I heard Sibyl say that most of the visions seen by the prophets are vague and specious, just like those prophecies."

Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully, smiled gently, and added casually.

"Professor Sybill Trelawney, Divination professor at Hogwarts—"

"Well, I know - she made that prophecy - about Harry and Voldemort."

Dalia quickly replied, and under Dumbledore's complicated eyes, she continued in a casual tone as if chatting.

"One copy of the complete prophecy is stored in the Ministry of Magic, and one copy is stored in your own mind...or Pensieve? And Voldemort only heard the first half of the prophecy. He went to Godric's Hollow to kill Aunt Lily and her family. At that time, I didn't know that attacking Harry would be dangerous - anyway, the version I knew was that the content of the prophecy at the end was that 'the Dark Lord will mark him as his great enemy, but he will have powers that the Dark Lord does not know' ... there must be one among them...'"

"In the prophet's vision of the future, is it possible to see... prophecies made by other prophets?"

Dumbledore frowned and his expression became more serious. He had fought many battles with wizards with prophetic abilities before.

However, this was the first time he knew this, and it was obviously not good news.

"I saw what you said with my own eyes, you in another world——"

Dalia pointed around, seemingly not noticing Dumbledore's changing expression.

"On the night Sirius Black died in battle, you told Harry the truth in the Headmaster's office."

"Sirius? The night he died in battle?!"

"Well, that will have to wait until five years later."

Dalia picked up the tea cup, blew away the foam on it, and took a sip.

"That's right - I know all your secrets. Although some may not necessarily be correct, some things are obviously very meaningful at the moment."

"For example, the Philosopher's Stone you hid in Hogwarts Castle; for example, Voldemort may be possessing Quirrell at this time; and for example, Peter Pettigrew falsely accused Sirius Black by faking his death, but actually used the Animag The magic turned into a mouse and lurked in the Weasley family; of course, including the resumption of the Triwizard Tournament."

"Oh, yes, there is also something about the Chamber of Secrets - Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets will be opened next year."

"That's when you'll first begin to guess the secret of Voldemort's 'immortality': the Horcruxes."

"Although this is actually what Professor Slughorn told Tom decades ago."

Dahlia glanced at the envelope on the table, her eyes resting on the envelope belonging to Horace Slughorn for a few seconds.

"You have many channels to verify these matters. At the same time, I believe you must have a way to handle them properly."

"but……"

"One thing I want to explain is that this information may not be completely accurate -"

Dalia's eyes wandered around the room that looked like an open kitchen, and she added seriously.

"In the futures I have seen, magic does not rely on food and cooking. There is also a high probability that I will not be able to 'divide' the changed future."

"Therefore, I will tell you as detailed clues and stories as possible, but specific actions and plans-"

"Don't worry, after I confirm and explore, I will inform you before taking action——"

Dumbledore took a deep look at Dalia and made a serious promise.

Those messages were so important and fatal that even if only one of them was correct, it would be enough to cause huge waves.

Perhaps Dalia Dursley still had many unexplainable secrets, but Dumbledore knew exactly what the focus was at this time.

However, before Dumbledore could finish his words, Dalia quickly interrupted him.

"No! I mean - never, never get involved with me!"

"what?"

Dumbledore blinked, looking a little embarrassed.

"Do you know why I say this, Mr. Principal?" Dalia coughed lightly.

"Well, a sense of justice, or wanting to seek help." Dumbledore said, he was beginning to be confused about the thinking of the little witch in front of him.

You know, before today's conversation started, he originally thought it would be a very difficult, see-sawing and obscure riddle.

Who knew that before he could start the topic, Dalia threw all kinds of information at him.

"Because these are your jobs, not mine—"

Dalia raised her head and said seriously, "I came to Hogwarts to learn magic, not to save the world."