"Perhaps. I don't like making rash comments about things I don't understand."
Luke had no intention of paying much attention to Dumbledore's words, whether they had been deliberate or not.
Some things could not be explained through words alone.
If there was an opportunity to prove yourself to others, then do it instead of merely talking about it.
Dumbledore could see the displeasure and disdain in Luke's heart, so he did not continue on that subject.
"Professor, can you tell me what you saw in the Mirror?"
Luke asked curiously. He truly wanted to know the answer. Before he had transmigrated, he remembered someone saying that when Dumbledore was young, all he saw in the magic mirror was Grindelwald.
And when he had watched the films himself, Harry had asked what Dumbledore saw, and Dumbledore had said he saw wool socks.
That was obviously a brush-off, so Luke decided to ask him himself.
Dumbledore glanced at the magic mirror, his gaze gentle and calm.
"My family."
Just three simple words, yet they plunged Luke into silence as well.
Dumbledore smiled. "Earlier, I saw you come out from the corner at the end of the third-floor corridor. Is there something there?"
Luke froze for a moment. He had not expected Dumbledore to have seen him.
No, more accurately, Dumbledore had not gone in?
"Why don't you go in and take a look yourself?"
Dumbledore merely shook his head. "Hogwarts is a magical place. The headmaster is neither omniscient nor omnipotent here. For an old man, controlling one's curiosity is also the key to a long life."
"I don't know either. There's a passage leading downward, and a door at the end. I didn't go in." Luke was equally frank. He did not think Dumbledore had lied when answering his question. He