The office was silent.

The exquisite silverware on the corner of the table was spinning, spewing small puffs of smoke and making a "tick-tick" sound.

"Your testimony is very useful, Felix." Dumbledore said, his eyes under his thick silver eyebrows staring at the diary thoughtfully, "He is crazier than I thought."

"You mean Voldemort?"

"I prefer to call him Tom, Tom Riddle, which is his original name. He never shied away from this when he was in school. The professors would not call him 'Riddle', but called him Tom affectionately." Dumbledore explained.

Felix thought that it seemed that Voldemort had a much better life than him when he was in school.

"Is it because he made more than one Horcrux?" Felix asked.

"That's right, Felix. This magic is more evil than you think. It gains immortality by splitting the soul--"

"Principal Dumbledore, I'm not interested in this." Felix interrupted him, "Do you have any other questions?" Dumbledore

blinked and smiled with relief: "Felix, you know more about restraint than I did when I was young... I do have another question."

He crossed his hands on the table, "I want to know more about the information when the Horcrux is destroyed."

Felix had expected this, and he also happened to have two things he wanted Dumbledore to know. So he turned around and looked at the black cabinet behind him, "Why don't you take a look at it yourself, Dumbledore?"

He turned around and saw Dumbledore's surprised look.

The old man said: "You mean, the Pensieve? Many wizards avoid this..." This was a reaction he didn't expect at all.

"Yes, I saw it when I came last time. The cabinet was not closed at that time." Felix explained, "As for being shy? I am indeed shy, but I personally think that since Voldemort is not dead, he will come back one day, and you are the person he fears the most."

Dumbledore shook his head, and his old face was already full of wrinkles: "Felix, I am old." He waved his hand, and the black cabinet door opened. A shallow stone basin flew out smoothly and landed on the table in front of the two.

Felix carefully examined the meditation basin. This magical creation was ancient and rare. There were strange carvings on the mouth of the basin: they were various mysterious letters and symbols.

He could recognize some, but more were in his blind spot of knowledge.

In the meditation basin was a pool of silver substance, a bit like bright silver, but it was constantly flowing. Felix took out his wand and touched it lightly with the tip of the wand, and the silver light spun softly.

Then he put his wand against his forehead, and Dumbledore whispered, "Felix, I must thank you for your trust in me."

Felix smiled mischievously, "Oh, Headmaster Dumbledore, I will only show you the most important memories, and I will keep some private things well hidden - even if you stick your nose against someone's face, you won't gain anything."

Dumbledore smiled for the first time tonight.

A wisp of silvery light was pulled out and added to the Pensieve. Felix stirred it with his wand, letting the wisp melt into the silver light.

The two stretched out their hands at the same time. When their fingertips touched the silver light in the basin, they were pulled by a huge attraction. They did not resist and fell into the Pensieve.

The first memory was very short -

a little elf fell to the ground, and 'Felix' summoned the Fiendfyre longsword and pointed it directly at the diary.

The Horcrux cried out before dying: "No, I can tell you the secret to defeating death -"

But 'Felix' did not hesitate at all, and controlled the longsword to directly penetrate the Horcrux, and the sound stopped abruptly.

This memory ends here.

The two figures appeared in the office again. Dumbledore's expression was very complicated, and there was an inexplicable sense of relief.

He looked at Felix: "I am proud of your choice. In the war years, many famous wizards were easily bewitched by him, not to mention his secret of defeating death."

Dumbledore did not mention why Felix could practice the Fiery Curse to this extent.

At other times, he might have advised Felix not to appear too deep, but now, compared with the secret of rejecting the Horcrux, these are not important at all.

And this is the first thing Felix wanted to tell Dumbledore.

Next is the second memory-

in a pure white space, the ice blue and bronze magic intertwined into a huge vortex, constantly tearing the crown, and wisps of black air overflowed from the crown.

Dumbledore looked at the distance with a strange expression. Opposite to 'Felix' was a beautiful and serious witch. Helena was arm in arm with her. They were talking about something, but Dumbledore could not hear anything, even their faces were blurry.

"Is this what you call privacy?"

"We are discussing my path of magic." Felix said briefly.

Dumbledore closed his mouth tightly. This kind of thing is the secret of a powerful wizard. He turned to look at the vortex in the air and exclaimed in admiration.

After a while, a blurry face rushed out of the crown and was immediately completely shattered by the vortex.

Dumbledore sighed with emotion, but he found that the two of them did not leave the memory. After a while, he heard the only sentence in the entire memory.

That was what Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw said to Felix, "I will rebuild the crown as your reward."

This sentence kept echoing in the empty white space.

Dumbledore looked at Felix on the side speechlessly. He nodded in agreement, and the next second, the memory ended.

The air in the office was quiet, and no one spoke first.

After a while, Dumbledore said helplessly, "I understand what you mean. The crown is yours, and no one can take it away. If others have objections, I will testify for you."

Felix smiled brightly, "Thank you very much, Principal Dumbledore. I have always been worried that some blind school directors or the Minister of Magic would cause trouble for me."

As he spoke, Felix swiftly used his wand to pick out his memories and let them completely dissipate.

Dumbledore suddenly felt a sense of depression. He waved his hand and said, "Take the crown."

Felix politely said goodbye and turned to leave.

Walking out of the office, he showed a satisfied smile, and all the expected goals were achieved.

He had three main goals. The first was how to insert the diary into his version of the story. The second was how to dispel Dumbledore's possible doubts: What if Felix became interested in the Horcruxes? The third was the ownership of the crown. He didn't want to make any concessions on the ownership.

So after he finished telling the story, he took the opportunity to throw out two memories, corresponding to the second and third goals respectively. Among them, the second goal was the most important.

The reason for being so careful was that he knew that Dumbledore had once had concerns about him, worried that he would go to darkness and become the next Dark Lord.

And what was even more terrifying was that Dumbledore was over a hundred years old and he couldn't afford the cost of a wrong judgment. And what about Felix? He was only 22 years old, far from his peak.

Judging from past deeds, Felix fully understood this worry.

So he could only spend more time and energy to fight wits and courage with the old principal to dispel his doubts.

'I am such a considerate person. '