Dumbledore? When had he arrived?
Silan was a little surprised.
Was this Mirror of Erised Dumbledore's regular spawn point?
Why was he like a high school homeroom teacher, silently appearing out of nowhere?
"Headmaster Dumbledore, weren't you watching the Quidditch match?"
Silan turned to look at the white-bearded old man behind him.
"Heh heh," Dumbledore said with a gentle smile. "I've watched far too many matches already, haven't I?"
It was reasonable enough for Dumbledore to appear here.
If he had been at the pitch, Hermione would not have needed to set Snape's robes on fire.
With Dumbledore watching, even if Quirrell had two more Dark Lords on his head, he would not have dared cast a spell.
"This is a very magical mirror." Dumbledore looked at Silan with a faint, unreadable smile. "Everyone can see what they desire in it."
"Child, tell me, what did you see?"
Dumbledore was very interested in the young wizard before him.
Ever since Silan had enrolled, Dumbledore had occasionally heard rumors about him.
Meeting Dumbledore's probing gaze, Silan smiled slightly and did not hide anything.
"I saw myself marrying Miss Granger."
"Oh?" Dumbledore playfully raised an eyebrow at him. "I truly hope I can officiate your wedding."
Hogwarts alumni marrying one another was far too common, and Dumbledore was more than happy to see it.
"Also, I made a great deal of money and restored the glory of the Prewett family."
"Haha!" Dumbledore laughed. His long white beard rippled with layers of folds like a trembling cloth. "I dare say you deserve it."
"The glory of the Prewett family is something even I would not dare overlook."
Hearing this, Dumbledore's mood became light and cheerful.
Some of the traits Silan had displayed before had worried him somewhat.
But now, it seemed Silan was