From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 91 Black Tea Sugar and Milk

After Dumbledore pulled his head out of the Pensieve in a not-so-elegant posture, he slumped in the comfortably cushioned chair for a long time without speaking. Perhaps he needed to relieve the pressure on the lumbar spine caused by the bending action, or perhaps he just needed time to organize his thoughts.

"I must say, Ivy," Dumbledore sat up slightly, "your ancient magic is much more powerful than I thought. And you really showed no mercy when dealing with Professor Quirrell."

"You mean the time we met in the Chamber of Secrets?" Ivy shrugged. "Just a little Slytherin shrewdness. I've long seen that both of you are good people. I'm very talented in this area."

"As for dealing with Quirrell, he threw two Cruciatus at me." Ivy rolled her eyes. "Besides, how do you think I defeated the goblin army led by Lanlock and the dark wizards led by Rookwood? Love and peace?"

"Dark wizards more than a hundred years ago were not as cautious as Quirrell," Ivy continued. He had thought about this for a long time. "Of course, equal force is necessary. In the last wizard war, didn't someone support the use of the 'Three Unforgivable Curses' against Voldemort's followers?"

"So this is why you study the dark arts?" Dumbledore asked suddenly. Apparently he saw from Ivy's memory the information about "Blood in Bones" and Ivy borrowing dark magic books from the restricted area in alphabetical order.

"Of course not. I studied black magic out of my own interest." Ivy generously admitted his hobbies. "Black magic uses power that is difficult for ordinary people to control, but people like you and me have enough ability to control power instead of being controlled by it."

"Oh, no, Ivy, you flatter me too much." Dumbledore conjured up an exquisite teapot, which contained the finest Darjeeling black tea. Although it had a strong aroma, it was still the old British way of brewing tea powder. Ivy suspected that he had some magic that could communicate with the house-elf in the kitchen at any time like his own text messaging technique, otherwise how could he have so much food and drink to enjoy?
Dumbledore poured tea for himself and Ivy, and continued the previous topic: "I don't control the power, I just stay away from it as much as possible."

"Distance creates beauty?" Ivy joked, and added a little sugar and milk to his cup of black tea, making it a drink that young people would like.

"Perhaps you are right." Dumbledore took off his half-moon glasses and added three sugar cubes to his tea. He watched them soften and sink to the bottom after being soaked in the tea. He then added a fourth sugar cube. "In short, from my personal experience, it is very difficult to control power. No matter what kind of power it is, it is too easy to get out of control."

"Power isn't the only thing that can get out of control," Ivy picked up the teacup and took a sip, giving a thumbs up to the perfect balance of the candy tea. "Emotions can also get out of control easily. Excessive love and hatred can lead to extreme events. Drastic emotional changes are as dangerous as black magic."

Dumbledore sighed and had to admit that what Ivy said made sense: "Honestly, Ivy, you don't look like a student who has only been in Hogwarts for a year and a half."

"Of course," Ivy proudly directed the teapot to refill her cup, and let the milk and sugar cubes jump into the teacup and stir each other. "Don't forget that I'm 144 years old this year! It's only natural that I have a little experience."

After staring at Ivy's impeccable smile for a while, Dumbledore changed the subject: "What do you think about Voldemort's pursuit, Ivy?"

"Pursue?" Ivy repeated the word. "You mean the half-dead state? I think death is about to catch up with him, but he doesn't know it at all!"

"You don't think his state can be called alive?" Dumbledore stared into Ivy's eyes and confirmed again, "Right? Ivy?" "There's nothing wrong with pursuing immortality, but eternity itself is a false proposition." Ivy had no intention of looking away, but this time, Dumbledore didn't use Legilimency on him again. "Besides, Voldemort is not pursuing immortality at all, he is just afraid of death. The fear of death has overwhelmed everything in his heart, perhaps except arrogance and arrogance."

Dumbledore stopped looking at Ivy, and a smile appeared on his lips, which were almost completely hidden under his white beard. "You are right, Ivy. Voldemort is not pursuing immortality. He is just afraid of death. But he has made certain achievements in this regard. Now he cannot die completely, at least not until we find out the whole truth."

"You've guessed this a long time ago, right, Professor Dumbledore?" Ivy decided to give him a hint.

He stared at Dumbledore's inquiring eyes and said mysteriously, "Is there any connection between Harry and the Gaunt family? As far as I know, the Gaunt family is keen on marrying close relatives in an attempt to ensure the purity of their bloodline. When I was in the fifth year at Hogwarts, I had a friend who was from the Gaunt family."

"I'm very sorry." Dumbledore stood up, his two white eyebrows trembling unconsciously. "As far as I know, the Gaunt family died out decades ago, and there has never been any rumor that the Potter family has any connection with them. Why do you say this?"

"Because Harry is a Parseltongue. And as we all know, Parseltongue is an ability inherited from Slytherin by the Gaunt family." Ivy was satisfied with the expression on Dumbledore's face. His blue eyes were wide open and his two gray eyebrows were almost fighting.

But the next second, Dumbledore's expression returned to calm, and he solemnly confirmed: "Are you sure, Ivy?"

"Of course," Ivy nodded. "That's what Harry said himself. He once talked to a python in a Muggle zoo before he entered Hogwarts."

Dumbledore stood up from his chair and walked around the headmaster's office with a serious expression.

After a long while, he said to Ivy seriously: "Can I trust you, Ivy?"

Ivy replied easily: "My answer is the same as last time. Hogwarts will always be my home."

Dumbledore's expression relaxed a little, but he was still visibly serious: "Very good, I want to tell you something about Voldemort. He has gone further than I thought, so I have to..."

Dumbledore paused, sighed, and continued, "I have no choice but to involve you."

(End of this chapter)