HP: Hogwarts, but pro-generation

Dumbledore did not feel any dissatisfaction with Xia's sudden visit. He looked at the little wizards playing and couldn't help but sighed: "It's great to be young."

Ender didn't think so. He had recovered and was trying to get rid of Fox's motion on his head with an angry look on his face. Xia regretted not bringing a camera with her. She was sure that her parents would be happy to see this scene.

"I totally agree with you," Remus said sadly, "I actually forgot to bring the camera you gave me. I missed out on a precious collection."

Shia and Remus sighed again, and their emotions infected everyone except Ender. Everyone was extremely heartbroken. James even wanted to make Ender drink the shrinking potion again for a photo, but Ender ruthlessly rejected his suggestion.

"But Ender," Lily said sincerely, "you were really cute when you were a kid."

Ander was pulling his hair in a frenzy, his face was covered by a constant stream of hot air. Xia smiled and pressed on his back and said to Lily: "Oh, look at our lovely Ander, he is shy."

Ender angrily pulled Xia's robe. Xia couldn't remember how many times she had fallen down and was caught by Sirius. She smiled at Sirius and then glanced at Professor Dumbledore and sighed again: "It's good to be young."

When they were about to leave, Dumbledore stopped Xia and asked to talk alone. Xia immediately knew what it was about. She gave her friends a reassuring look and closed the door of the headmaster's office.

"Professor, is it about the crown?" Xia asked directly.

Dumbledore said: "Yes, I checked the crown and found strong dark magic on it. I must ensure your safety again."

"What kind of dark magic item is it?" Xia asked.

She wanted to know whether Dumbledore had found the Horcrux so much that her eyes were filled with suspicious eagerness. Dumbledore noticed this, and he folded his hands on the table, staring at Xia, and slowly said: "I noticed that you were talking about "what"? "

Xia was shocked for a moment and immediately realized the problem: the existence of black magic does not necessarily mean that it is a black magic item. Black magic has a strong retention effect and it takes a long time to completely dissipate after use. This also means that if an object is accidentally hit by black magic, it is very likely to absorb the black magic, but it is not a black magic item. [1]

"Oh, you are so perceptive, Professor." Xia complained quietly, and Dumbledore smiled when he heard it. Xia continued: "Okay, I know the crown is a dark magic item, but, uh... This is not made by me."

"Of course I know that, Xia." Dumbledore's smile deepened. He had put away his sharpness and turned into the gentle headmaster that the students were familiar with.

Xia did not relax because of this. She stared at Dumbledore with wide eyes and said, "You knew it a long time ago! You were just -"

"Trying to get answers?" Dumbledore continued Xia's words. He did have this purpose in mind. After all, the crown was not an ordinary dark magic item.

"No, that's not a cliché," Xia said. "You're just confirming your own guess. There's a big difference between the two."

Dumbledore made an expression that he wanted to hear more. Xia continued, "I always feel that when you use the word 'cliché', you become a person who will do anything to achieve your goal."

Xia took the hot cocoa handed to her by Dumbledore and gave an example: "For example, this could be a cup of hot cocoa with truth serum added."

"However, I always feel that the hot cocoa here tastes much better than the one in the auditorium." Xia commented after drinking it all.

"Maybe it's because the elves always add some milk sugar to me." Dumbledore answered after hearing what Xia said. The next second he changed the subject and asked: "Then, can you tell me how much you know?"

Xia was not as concerned about the Horcruxes as before. She said a name that Dumbledore did not expect but was very reasonable: "Do you know Tom Riddle, also known as Voldemort?"

"He made this tiara into a dark magic item. It's a Horcrux."

Even though this was within Dumbledore's conjecture, he couldn't help but feel surprised. Even though he was well-informed, what Tom Riddle did was still unique in the world.

But what Dumbledore didn't expect was what Xia said next, "He has more than one Horcrux. Except for the sword of Gryffindor, all other relics of the founders have become his Horcruxes. This is far more than that. He has a total of five Horcruxes."

Dumbledore was really shocked. Tom once again refreshed his understanding of evil. How crazy must he be to make five Horcruxes? This also meant that five innocent souls died in his hands...

Dumbledore quickly came back to his senses from his deep thoughts. He did not ask Xia how she knew all this, but instead chatted with her about other topics, as if he was discussing the weather. Xia understood Dumbledore's thoughts. She thanked Dumbledore for his care for her in her heart, but she couldn't help but appreciate it: "Professor, aren't you curious about how I know this?"

Dumbledore looked at her with a smile and said gently, "Oh, if you want me to know, I will definitely know it at the first time."

Xia blushed, because Dumbledore was right. She had been struggling with whether to tell the story about the Horcrux, but the struggle disappeared the moment she opened her mouth. However, she still couldn't honestly tell how she knew all this.

It felt like she had finally been exposed after occupying the magpie's nest for many years. Xia felt extremely painful. She was never an open-minded person. She was afraid that if she spoke out, she would lose everything she had now. What would the elders think of her? A thief who stole an identity? Xia felt that she was extremely despicable. She didn't want to lose her parents and Ander, and didn't want to lose the elders who loved her, but she had to have an explanation for all this.

Her respect for Dumbledore reached its peak again at this moment. He might not know the real reason, but he knew that Xia was struggling and in pain, so he gave the choice to Xia.

Dumbledore believed that Xia would tell him the reason, and he had been waiting.

Xia wiped away the tears that flowed unconsciously, and she said in a muffled voice: "Professor, can I talk to you later?"

Once she is mentally prepared, she will not hide anything.

Dumbledore nodded in understanding. He considerately stopped asking questions and turned the quill at hand into a handkerchief and handed it to Xia.