Chapter 21

Klein's first Saturday at Hogwarts was very substantial. Except for the morning episode, he was immersed in the ocean of knowledge all day.

Learning makes people happy, and the old saying is true~

"It is smooth in appearance, cold in nature and sweet in taste. It can cure most of the heat poisons, but it can also be used as the main material of poisons. That is to say, if certain conditions are met, the properties can be transformed. So, what should I start with in my experiment..."

At the dinner table, Klein was still thinking about the changes in the drug properties of "sheep liver fruit".

Because of too much investment, he even forgot to eat the steak he had bitten. Until the magic of the house elf took away the dinner plate, he suddenly regained his mind, and a little remorse appeared in his blue eyes.

"Waste is a bad behavior. You should pay attention next time."

Talking to himself, Klein got up and left the table.

Before the library was closed, he decided to check some information before the curfew, but before he got out of the restaurant, the little girl with a melon face asked him to give up the idea.

"Draco, are you okay?"

Klein greeted young master Malfoy and asked with concern.

"Who? Oh, Klein, I'm fine."

Draco, who was wandering alone, was startled and calm. His face was paler than usual. He grabbed strands of hair on his head and put on a reluctant smile at the corners of his mouth.

"Hey, man, who did you meet in the library?"

He moved his nose slightly and glanced at the book under the other party's arm. Klein said quietly.

"It's Professor Chilo, the one in the defense against the dark arts class... By the way, he asked me to tell you that he wanted to invite you to his office at 7 p.m. next Wednesday to talk about the improvement of the spell."

Remembering what happened in the library, Draco blinked and answered truthfully.

"Professor Chilo's invitation? I see."

With a movement in his heart, Klein reached out and patted each other on the shoulder.

A flash of light flashed by

"Well, I'm going to the library. Go and have dinner. The meal time will be over soon."

Quietly taking back his magic, he showed a gentle smile.

Somehow, seeing the smile, Draco seemed to be less tired.

After saying goodbye to the little friend who was secretly cast the "tranquility curse" and didn't know it, Klein went straight out of the restaurant. But instead of going to the library, he went directly to the eighth floor and came to Dumbledore's principal's office.

"Password."

The stone monsters on both sides of the wooden door asked.

"Cream honey."

Klein whispered.

"Squeak ~"

The door opened and he walked in slowly.

"Here you are."

Seeing Klein, Dumbledore behind his desk was not surprised. After forming an "alliance", the two met almost every day.

"Sit down. I've written and posted the letter. Don't worry."

He raised his head and invited Klein to sit down opposite.

But Klein didn't move. He just looked at Dumbledore quietly.

"Whisper."

The old man understood, picked up his wand and waved it, isolating all external prying eyes.

"Voldemort appeared."

When the "secret spell" came into effect, Klein said in a deep voice.

"Huh?"

Dumbledore was startled and his eyebrows wrinkled unconsciously.

"He's in the castle, quellinus Chilo. He's Voldemort. He can't be wrong."

The expression was as calm as ever, and Klein moved forward slightly.

"Let's go out for a walk and kill him by the way. It won't take much to do soon."

"Wait a minute, don't worry!"

Dumbledore took a deep breath and couldn't keep up with Klein's rhythm.

What's all this and what, quelinas How could Chilo be Voldemort?

The excellent wizard from Ravenclaw, but he watched him grow up and step by step became a professor of "defense against the dark arts".

however......

Chilo's recent performance is really strange.

The old man narrowed his eyes, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes under his half moon glasses.

"Evidence, do you have any evidence?"

Pressing down his doubts, Dumbledore decided to listen to Klein first. It was important and he had to be careful.

"I smell it."

Originally, Klein didn't want to take care of Voldemort's broken things for the time being. After all, the well water didn't invade the river.

Besides, it's good to have a guy who likes to jump up and down to share the outside sight for him.

But now the noseless Pipi monster actually put his mind on him and delusions affect his study?

Sorry, this can't stand.

"Smell?"

Dumbledore was speechless, but not incomprehensible.

Powerful wizards generally have good intuition. Since Klein says Chilo has a problem, Chilo may really have a problem.

As for whether this will be a conspiracy

Come on, if Klein really wants to do something, no one in the castle can stop him. There's no need to try hard to make up a lie.

The "gringott invasion" at the end of July flashed in his mind, and he remembered what was hidden in Eris's magic mirror. Dumbledore rubbed the old magic wand that had changed hands, and his face gradually sank.

Unexpectedly, Voldemort sneaked into the school under his eyes.

He can't allow such a thing!

"Klein, you stay here first. I'll talk to Professor Chilo."

Determined, Dumbledore got up, picked up the old wand and hid it in the wide sleeve. After a second, he hesitated again, sat back in his chair and shook his head gently.

"No, no, this is not the time."

"You mean... Afraid to involve innocent students."

Seeing Dumbledore's eyes, Klein instantly understood why the other party sat down again.

As the principal, Dumbledore always put the safety of teachers and students first. Rash contact with Chilo may hurt the innocent.

When he thought of it, he blinked and suddenly came up with an idea.

An idea that can not only let Voldemort honestly not disturb him, but also improve the external wind evaluation and eliminate the inherent impression of "greendevo" in the magic world

"In that case, let's play a play with Voldemort."

With a smile on his lips, Klein sat opposite Dumbledore.

"You mean..."

Countless possibilities flashed through his mind, and Dumbledore was puzzled.

"First of all, in the external perception, Voldemort is dead. No matter what your purpose is to destroy Voldemort, you can only make those people in the Ministry of magic, especially cornelli fudge, believe that this is a farce directed and played by themselves.

You know, you'll never wake a man who pretends to sleep. "

"Just like in the morning."

Dumbledore answered.

"Yes, just like in the morning."

Klein nodded.

"We can monitor Voldemort and make sure he doesn't act rashly. When everyone is in place..."

The more he said, the brighter his eyes, and he raised a finger.

"It's the best time to do it."