Dumbledore read very carefully, almost word by word. Coupled with his grave expression,
it gave the impression that something momentous was underway.
Zhang Xiao knew both very little and a great deal. The great deal came from the original novels he had read in his previous life; the very little concerned what Slytherin had mentioned, for which he had only letters and notes.
But Dumbledore was different. He certainly knew more about this than Zhang Xiao did, so with every word he read, he had to piece together the scattered information already in his possession.
Zhang Xiao waited quietly for the old man to reach a final conclusion.
His mind, however, involuntarily wandered to irrelevant matters, such as-Dumbledore himself.
People's opinions of this headmaster were a fascinating subject.
Especially in his previous life, where they had been fiercely polarized.
Dumbledore's supporters thought he was a god, all-knowing and all-powerful. In their eyes, Dumbledore had arranged every detail of Tom's life, from birth to death.
Even his own death had come about because he no longer wanted to live, which was why he had deliberately put on that cursed ring.
Some went even further, insisting that Dumbledore had mastered death, because at one point he had effectively gathered all three Deathly Hallows and become the master of death.
Their evidence was that, in the very last installment, Harry had been struck by Avada Kedavra and entered the space between life and death, where he met Dumbledore.
Dumbledore's detractors, on the other hand, firmly believed that the headmaster was a scoundrel through and through.
For instance, Dumbledore clung to his position as headmaster because he craved power;
or Dumbledore was a deranged old lunatic hopelessly addicted to sweets;
or he was a schemer who constantly exploited Snape and Harry;
or he favored