The cool morning breeze characteristic of the Scottish Highlands swept over Loch Lomond, bringing a touch of moisture and gently blowing over the town of Russ.
Professor McGonagall, who had stormed out of the orphanage in anger, gradually calmed down with the soft breeze.
As she calmly and carefully recollected the conversation in the previous hut, Professor McGonagall quickly identified many inconsistencies. The most glaring one was Elena's knowledge of the magical world. Children raised in the Muggle world.
Regarding Elena's theory on the division between rich and poor in both worlds, well, Professor McGonagall admitted she did not fully grasp it and was not keen on delving into Muggles' finances and mathematics, in result.
Nevertheless, Elena's words and manners exuded far more wisdom than most adults, and her dominant arrogance indeed caught Professor McGonagall somewhat off guard.
However, McGonagall did not hesitate to choose to leave the town of Russ and return directly to Hogwarts for the purpose of seeking Dumbledore's opinion.
It is a spell that theoretically should not appear in the mouth of a child like Elena: a spell to harm the heart, a dark magic spell known as one of the three Unforgivable Curses.
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"In this way, Miss Caslana knows the magical world better than we thought. To be precise, she has seen more deeply than most people in the magical world. This truly exceeds my expectations."
In the Hogwarts headmaster's office, Dumbledore's slender fingers crossed over the table, and after attentively listening to Professor McGonagall's account, he sighed softly.
Professor McGonagall nodded sympathetically. She also felt that although Elena's bold statements were somewhat absolute, at least some of them were not entirely irrational.
"I apologize, Professor Dumbledore. In theory, I should have continued some more conversations with her, but I don't know why; I always find it difficult to control my emotions in front of that girl. And what's more, she ate an owl!"
As she said this, McGonagall felt a tinge of anger, waving her right arm enthusiastically in the air. "Can you imagine, Dumbledore? There is a first-year student in this world who catches the delivery owl!"
"Calm down, Minerva, this may not be your fault."
Dumbledore blinked gracefully, adjusted his half-moon-shaped glasses, and said with a smile, "I didn't remind you earlier, she is a half-blood witch. Though young, with her talent, a mere emotional implication can be manageable."
Pausing, Dumbledore went on, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by a serious expression.
"The girl's purpose is dire. She has thought it through from the start and will never enter Hogwarts. But that doesn't mean she doesn't understand her potential."
Professor McGonagall furrowed her brow and asked hesitantly, "But what is the purpose of doing this?"
This is also the point that she never understood afterward, because based on Elena's displayed talents, if she learns magic, she will obviously find it easier to achieve her ideals.
"Due to the existence of the International Statute of Secrecy, the Laws for the Protection of Muggles, and the Wiesengama Wizarding Court. As long as she does not enter the magical world, she can always live as a Muggle and become an uncontrollable existence as a wizard."
"But she is just a child..."
Professor McGonagall said softly.
"To be precise, she is a girl who can accurately cast the Memory Charm and the Cursed Spell in a gossipy tone."
Dumbledore shook his head, his expression solemn, "I have no doubts that not even most fifth-year students can do this."
"As a half-blood girl, she is naturally more exposed to the magical world than most wizards. Obviously, people before us should have contacted her earlier. As for the anxiety you mentioned, I think maybe you need to look into this..."
As he spoke, Dumbledore rose from his seat and retrieved a shallow stone basin from the black cabinet behind him. The edge of the basin was carved with symbols, and a strange silver substance lay within.
It was hard to determine if it was a liquid or a gas. It bore a bright silver-white hue and kept moving; its surface rippled like wind blowing over water, yet again, like a cloud, it parted for a while and swirled for a time. It was like a liquid of light, like a solid of wind.
"Is that a Pensieve? You don't mean this little girl once appeared in your memory," Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows.
As Dumbledore's closest confidante, she naturally knew this was an incredible magical object that Dumbledore used to preserve thoughts and memories in his mind.
"No, this is a memory of Mr. Newt Scamander. Many years ago, someone said something similar, but with a slightly different stance."
Dumbledore reached out his hand towards Professor McGonagall and led her towards the memory.
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