Harry Potter: This senior is pretty strong

Chapter 193 I'm so angry! What should I do if I want to bite this guy?

Qin Yu also discovered that Dumbledore wouldn't deliberately hide the existence of the "Secret Front" from him. After all, he had previously used a magic similar to a holographic projection to demonstrate the development trend of GA's power, so that he would know that the magical world was not all harmony and that various crises were lurking within it.

Now, it's just a few pages of information summaries about a certain person.

However, after reading the contents of those pages, Qin Yu didn't know where to begin.

"You want to ask who this S is, right?" Dumbledore said for him.

“That’s right, I want to know who he is,” Qin Yu nodded and said.

Although their words seemed similar, the subtext in the latter's words was actually clearer.

“His name is now Ian Stanley,” Dumbledore answered, but his eyes were thoughtful, clearly implying something more.

Qin Yu certainly knew the name, and the "intelligence" also mentioned the nickname "ruthless Stanley." However, what he wanted to know was obviously not just the name.

“I’ve seen Stanley’s picture in the newspaper!” Qin Yu said earnestly, looking at Dumbledore.

“That’s right. Since you’ve seen his photos, you should have noticed that he does look like Stephen Swinton—although he’s lost a lot of weight now.”

Dumbledore's choice of words made Qin Yu frown, and he couldn't help but ask, "Appearance? Then is he Professor Swinton or not?"

"One thing I can confirm is that he looks exactly like Swinton! But, as you know, the Professor Swinton you know wouldn't do such a thing."

As Dumbledore spoke, he pointed to the few pages of paper in Qin Yu's hand.

Qin Yu subconsciously followed the direction the old man pointed.

Thinking about the thuggish behavior recorded on the paper, which resembled that of gangsters, he wholeheartedly agreed with what the other person had just said—that was certainly not the kind of thing the Professor Swinton he knew would do.

"So..." Qin Yu once again didn't know how to organize his thoughts.

"So, you won't get the answer you want from me, at least not right now," Dumbledore said with a hint of shame.

The implication seemed to be that Dumbledore himself was not in the know, and Swinton was not sent there by him to do any undercover work.

Come to think of it, when Swinton left school (before summer vacation), GA had just emerged, so there was no need for him to risk his life as a lone agent.

“…Thank you, Professor Dumbledore, you have answered many of my questions.” After a few thoughts raced through his mind, Qin Yu expressed his sincere gratitude, then added eagerly, “I just don’t know what I can do to help you investigate this matter, or to help Professor Swinton?”

Since the principal had given him this information, Qin Yu believed that he must have some ulterior motive.

Dumbledore nodded with great satisfaction after hearing his words.

"What you need to do is very simple: study magic diligently and improve your strength. Also, I hope you will finish the homework that Professor Swinton gave you. Perhaps it will come in handy someday—but I really can't do it for you."

Qin Yu easily understood what Dumbledore meant by the so-called homework left by Swinton; it was the "alchemical communication method" that he had now made some progress on.

—If that person really is Swinton, I don't know if I can even communicate with him, but it's better than doing nothing.

"I will!" Qin Yu nodded solemnly.

"Alright, don't be too nervous. Keep a relaxed mindset, that's how you deal with many things. You were very composed when facing Lucius's difficult questions before." Dumbledore smiled and patted the boy on the shoulder.

Calm? Well, I am indeed calm. Isn't it because I feel that I have you guys protecting me?

So rather than being at ease, it was more like being fearless; otherwise, how could I dare to act with Malfoy's father!

Recalling the past, Qin Yu couldn't help but touch his nose, revealing a self-deprecating bitter smile:

"I still have a lot to learn from you in terms of mindset."

"Haha, there's an Eastern proverb that says people lose their composure when they care about something. You're just too concerned about this."

The wise Principal Dumbledore seized the opportunity to quote a profound Eastern proverb.

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the headmaster's office, and Dumbledore called out to invite the person in.

The person who arrived was none other than Professor Snape.

Seeing the slightly surprised look on Qin Yu's face, Snape glanced at him, his expression indifferent.

"Severus, did you bring what I asked you to bring?" Dumbledore asked.

"I brought it."

After Snape nodded, he took a thin longsword from his wide robes.

It was his alchemical rapier.

“Perfect, you can give it to Qin, so he won’t have to ask you for it again. Qin, you can also pass those pages to Professor Snape to take a look.”

However, Dumbledore had already predicted that Qin Yu would borrow the sword for experiments, so he notified Snape in advance to retrieve it.

Looking at the Eastern boy holding the longsword, Dumbledore gave him some instructions on spiritual alchemy and told him that he could come to the headmaster's office to ask questions at any time.

"As for Professor Swinton, I have already had someone try to contact Stanley himself. Perhaps one of you will be needed to talk to him then—that's another option."

Before Qin Yu left the principal's office, Dumbledore told him this last thing.

Clearly, there are people in North America making attempts in this area.

This made Qin Yu a little uneasy, wondering what it would be like to actually meet the other party.

However, thinking of Dumbledore's comfort and reassurance, he felt that instead of being anxious, he should face it calmly and try to do what he should do.

"Even if the sky falls, Old Deng will still hold it up! I need to maintain a peaceful mindset, like I have a powerful figure to rely on! I must reject anxiety and stay away from mental exhaustion!"

With that thought in mind, he felt much more relaxed when he returned to the Gryffindor common area.

……

Right now, Hermione is sitting on a comfortable sofa, frowning as she listens to Harry recount his "adventures" during his Christmas holidays.

The little witch was filled with curiosity about the magical invisibility cloak and the eerie mirror. Of course, she was also exasperated by Harry's trespassing into the library's restricted areas and other parts of the school. She hadn't expected Harry to be so troublesome—surprisingly, Harry hadn't been penalized.

"Excuse me, young lady, may I sit next to you?" Just as she was pondering, a deep, resonant voice rang in her ears.

"Excuse me, please find another seat. This sofa can't fit two people," Hermione said casually without looking up.

"How could that be? This sofa is so spacious, two people could easily squeeze in." The voice sounded rather serious.

"Hey, you..."

Hermione finally couldn't resist looking to see where the person speaking came from.

This guy probably hasn't been to the public rest area much. Doesn't he even know who's in charge of this area? Tell me his name, and I'll scare you to death!

However, when Hermione saw the mischievous face that was leaning in, she stopped mid-sentence.

Okay, okay, this film is under this guy's protection.

Of course, the above psychological description is just an absurd exaggeration. Even if it exists, it's just some little devil hiding in a corner of the heart muttering to itself—yes, the kind of little devil that roars like a dragon.

Our Miss Granger has clearly been tricked by some prankster.

This made her very frustrated, because she wasn't at home and there were many Gryffindor students around, so she couldn't immediately retaliate.

All she could do was glare at him and wrinkle her nose as she snorted at him.

Then, he shifted his buttocks to the side.

"I've thought about it again, and it might be a bit cramped for two people. Maybe I should go somewhere else," someone said in a cheeky but serious tone.

"..."

Hermione's eyes widened even more, as if they could shoot out two beams of cold light that would freeze the guy in front of her to death.

"Alright, where were you guys talking? Harry, Ron, how was your holiday? Any interesting things to share?"

Unexpectedly, someone plopped down and immediately changed the subject.

This left Hermione speechless.

I'm so angry! What should I do if I want to bite this guy?

The little witch grew increasingly frustrated. While Harry was recounting his holiday experiences, a small hand skillfully and discreetly reached out and pinched a piece of flesh on someone's lower back, giving it a sharp twist.

Seeing that he twitched his lips but managed to maintain a calm expression, Hermione felt much more at ease.

She tried to pull her hand back, but unexpectedly, her hand was grabbed by another, larger hand, making it difficult to pull away.

If she had learned enough Eastern proverbs, she would probably know what it means to throw a meat bun to a dog and never return.

The little witch tried a few more times, but she couldn't break free from the clutches of that demon. She could only let the creature hold her little hands and squeeze them from time to time.

I'm so angry! I'll teach you a lesson when no one's around.

If there truly is a little devil deep inside, it would probably be furious.