He put the letters back in the wooden box and carefully stowed it away. He could guess why Dumbledore had given them to him.
Did he want me to understand what a true Slytherin was?
Did he want me to steer Slytherin in that direction?
Zhang Xiao sighed softly. Whatever the reason, Dumbledore had given him these letters far too early.
In reality, as an adult whose two lifetimes added up to more than forty years, Zhang Xiao did have enough experience to do this.
But from Dumbledore's perspective, however clever he was, however extraordinary the insight he displayed, nothing changed the fact that he was currently an eleven-year-old first-year wizard.
Unless... he knew I'd been reborn?
Zhang Xiao couldn't help shivering. He could almost see Dumbledore looking at him with an enigmatic smile, his eyes turning exactly like Grindelwald's in the films.
Impossible. Absolutely impossible. I needed a balanced, critical perspective. I couldn't turn someone into a god, nor could I buy into historical nihilism.
Dumbledore was certainly formidable, but that didn't mean he was omnipotent.
Ruling that possibility out, Zhang Xiao suddenly froze. Could these letters have been meant not just for him, but for his dad as well?
At that thought, he hurriedly took out the Far-Seeing Mirror and connected to his dad. After explaining what had happened with the letters, he read their contents aloud.
To his surprise, Zhang Chengdao was quite interested in the catastrophe Slytherin had mentioned.
"A catastrophe? Do you know where those ancient ruins are? I've certainly heard of Salazar Slytherin. Now there was an exceptional man!
"I'd really like to see something capable of pulling the wool over his eyes."
Zhang Xiao slapped the Far-Seeing Mirror hard.
"Enough, Dad! Let's get to the point!"
"The point, the point." Zhang Chengdao snorted.