HOGWARTS THE RETURN OF HARRY FROM THE DEMON HUNTERS

Untitled Part 9 Let's talk about inheritance.

Waiting for Snape to leave.

　　"What he said about handing over has something to do with me?" Harry asked.

　　Dumbledore's face didn't change as he led the way, "Why would you think that."

　　"He's paying attention to me." Harry followed Dumbledore's lead, "Seven, eight times? That's how many times he looked at me during dinner."

　　Dumbledore nodded, "Of course, everyone pays attention to you, Harry, you're the special one."

　　Changing the subject, perfunctorily.

　　Snape was definitely not in the 'everyone' category.

　　Seeing that the old man didn't want to discuss it, Harry didn't comment further.

　　He followed him to the Headmaster's office.

　　Dumbledore greeted Harry to sit down, and while sitting down, he took out a jar ...... of something unnamable from a drawer - a clear glass jar, which was densely filled with crawling cockroaches.

　　"Fresh roach candy."

　　"Want some, it tastes great."

　　Harry threw his head back, full of resistance, "No thanks."

　　"Oh well, it seems our dear Mr. Savior can't appreciate this treat either." Dumbledore opened the jar and plucked out a few and dropped them into his mouth, crunching and splashing the juices.

　　Peanuts, cream, and frosting ......

　　Almost instantly, Harry sniffed out the ingredients of this cockroach.

　　Thank goodness.

　　Not a real cockroach - he knew quite a few warlocks ended up going insane, which was normal, but he didn't want his principal to be that kind of character.

　　"Before you ask your question, Harry, may I ask you a question first?" Dumbledore opened his mouth first, with a wave of his wand a glass of milk appeared in front of Harry, "Someone has this poor old man of mine by the throat, chasing after a statement."

　　"Professor Snape is it?" Harry asked.

　　Dumbledore ignored it, "What happened to your eye?"

　　"As I recall, your eyes were bright green and emerald."

　　"I don't know." Harry shook his head and replied half-heartedly, "Maybe it was some kind of magic?"

　　"When did it change?" Dumbledore asked again.

　　Harry then answered, "The day Hogwarts sent me the letter."

　　"Has anything else changed?" Dumbledore grew slightly serious.

　　"Suddenly, a small spell." Harry said.

　　Dumbledore raised one eyebrow, "A little spell, what kind, can you show me?"

　　Harry surveyed his surroundings, "It's a bit wide, I don't know ......"

　　Dumbledore raised his hand and pressed it, "Don't worry, I may be old, but I still have the ability to protect this office of mine."

　　Without further hesitation, Harry raised his hand and pinched out a spell seal.

　　"Alder!"

　　There was a loud, magical push, the office shook slightly, and the soundly sleeping phoenix shrieked and probed.