Wait for Snape to leave.

"Does what he said concern me?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore remained calm and led the way: "Why do you think so?"

"He paid a lot of attention to me." Harry followed Dumbledore's steps. "Seven times, eight times? He looked at me that many times during dinner."

Dumbledore nodded: "Of course, everyone pays attention to you, Harry, you are the most special one."

Change the subject and be perfunctory.

Snape definitely wasn't in the category of "everyone".

Seeing that the old man didn't want to discuss it, Harry didn't comment further.

Then came to the principal's office.

Dumbledore asked Harry to sit down, and as he sat down, he took out a jar of...indescribable thing from the drawer - a transparent glass jar, which was full of crawling cockroaches.

“Fresh cockroach candy.”

"Would you like some? It tastes great."

Harry tilted his head back, his face protesting, "No, thank you."

"Oh, well, it seems that our dear savior can't appreciate this delicacy either." Dumbledore opened the jar, picked a few and threw them into his mouth, crunching them and splashing juice everywhere.

Peanuts, butter, icing sugar...

Almost instantly, Harry smelled the scent of cockroach.

Thank God.

Not a real cockroach - he knew that many warlocks would eventually become crazy, which was normal, but he didn't want his headmaster to be like that.

"Before you ask your question, Harry, may I ask you a question first?" Dumbledore spoke first, waving his wand and a glass of milk appeared in front of Harry. "Someone is pinching the poor old man's neck and demanding an explanation."

"Professor Snape?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore ignored him and asked, "What's wrong with your eyes?"

"As I recall, your eyes were emerald green, like emeralds."

"I don't know." Harry shook his head and answered half-truthfully, "Maybe some magic?"

"When did the change happen?" Dumbledore asked again.

Harry then replied, "The day I received the letter from Hogwarts."

"Any other changes?" Dumbledore turned slightly serious.

"All of a sudden, a little spell is done," said Harry.

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow and said, "Small spell, what kind? Can you show it to me?"

Harry looked around: "Its range is quite large, I don't know..."

Dumbledore raised his hand and pressed: "Don't worry, although I am old, I am still capable of protecting my office."

Harry no longer hesitated, raised his hand and made a hand seal.

"Alder!"

With a loud bang, the office shook slightly due to the push of magic. The sleeping phoenix screamed and poked its head out.

Apart from this, there is no other impact.

"Very interesting, similar to the Repulsive Spell." Dumbledore knocked on the table and commented, "But it's quite unexpected that it has such a wide range."

"A very interesting spell."

Harry said nothing, looking at Dumbledore carefully.

This... the greatest white wizard of this century, the old man who defeated two dark lords in succession, is even more powerful than what is written in the books. He used the Alder Sign with almost all his strength, but he couldn't even shake the opponent's magic power.

"The Potters are a very old family." Dumbledore rubbed his head. "It seems I have to check it out carefully. Maybe there is something I haven't noticed."

"Okay, Harry, what do you want to tell me?"

Harry took a deep breath. "I have two... no, three things to say."

"First of all, I want to discuss with you whether I can see how much inheritance my parents left me."

Dumbledore was a little stunned and looked at Harry in surprise.

"It's not that I don't trust you, but... you are old and wise, and you know that I should do this." Harry waved his hand and explained casually, "I think my parents should leave more than just the property in Gringotts."

Dumbledore nodded, "Yes, I know, but I didn't expect it."

He thought Harry would come and cry to him about Muggle life, would be curious about his parents' past, and might even ask Snape why he treated him that way.

The only thing I didn't expect was that the first thing he talked about was inheritance.

"Your parents left behind many things." Dumbledore thought for a moment and spoke slowly, "Most of them are in the Potter House, your family's house."

"I heard from Hagrid that you have many hobbies, such as potions, herbs, and blacksmithing..."

"You don't have to worry about money. The Potter family has a goose that lays golden eggs. For every hair growth potion sold on the market, they will give you a portion of the patent fee."

"I'll make a list of those families for you."

"Although they haven't given money to the Potter family for ten years, you have to find a way to get it back."

"Of course, you can also ask me, an old man, for help."

Harry was stunned.

oh……

This surprise is really huge.

Hair growth potion, no wonder he didn't see any bald wizards.

Dumbledore went on.

"Your father has many Transfiguration notes. He is a very good Transfiguration master, but Transfiguration has certain dangers. I will give it to Professor McGonagall, your head of house and professor of Transfiguration."

"She is a very responsible and good professor. She will give you her notes when appropriate."

"And your mother, she is an excellent witch who is very good at potions. She has many notes on potions. She is with Professor Snape. You can talk to Professor Snape."

Harry narrowed his eyes.

The tone was a little wrong, he said "gave it to" Professor McGonagall, but when it came to his mother's belongings, they were in Professor Snape's "hands".

Oh no…

I look a lot like my father, and Professor Snape hates my face so much, and there's also the matter of my eyes...

It seems I have to find out whether Professor Snape is married.

Dumbledore did not continue speaking. He looked hesitant and his fists clenched slightly.

In consideration, in reflection, in courage.

"Of course the most important thing is a relic of your father, an invisibility cloak."

He stood up and took out a box from the cabinet beside him.

Harry raised an eyebrow.

This unique attitude?

He knew about the invisibility cloak. It was written in the book that it was a cloak woven from the fur of invisible animals and had an effect similar to the Disillusionment Charm.

It is indeed precious.

But it was not so precious that even Dumbledore hesitated. An invisibility cloak was only a few hundred Galleons, while the Potter family's hair growth potion was far more than a few hundred Galleons.

He was not interested in Garlon at all.

Dumbledore opened the box, took a deep breath, and pushed it over with a little force: "This is it, your father's relic. He used this thing a lot when he was wandering at night."

The box was empty, but when Harry reached out and touched it, it felt cold.

"Isn't this just an ordinary invisibility cloak?" Harry reached back, closed the lid, and grasped the box to his arms.

Dumbledore was startled: "Why do you ask?"

"You hesitated." Harry said bluntly, "I can see that you are struggling whether to hand it over to me - and you are not worried about whether I will do something bad with it."

Dumbledore's expression did not change. He just exhaled: "The Sorting Hat is right. You are such a sharp little wizard."

"The owner of the cedar wand?"

"Well, it is indeed a very special invisibility cloak. Maybe, I just said maybe, I will borrow it from you again in the future. I hope you will agree then."

"But what is it..."

"Can we talk about it later?"

Harry nodded. "Of course."

"Then let's talk about the second thing. I hope to take the Sorting Hat away."

Dumbledore's face was stunned again. Well, another unexpected request.

"I knew it, I knew it!" The Sorting Hat on the cabinet beside shouted, "You little wizard definitely have no good intentions."

"Why do you want it?" Dumbledore asked curiously.

Harry said confidently: "It told me that whoever draws the sword can participate in the Trial of Gryffindor, and whoever passes the trial can truly possess the Sword of Gryffindor."

"Bring it with me so I can understand more about the trials."

Dumbledore showed a trace of nostalgia in his eyes: "The Trial of Gryffindor, oh, yes, of course, you have to return the hat at the beginning of each school year."

"Hogwarts still needs it for the Sorting."

Harry asked again, "Did you pass the Gryffindor trial that year?"

Dumbledore shook his head: "That was only a test for young wizards, and when I was still in Hogwarts, I didn't even have the courage to draw my sword."

Harry did not ask further. He caught the subtle pain in Dumbledore's eyes. The witcher just couldn't speak, not that he couldn't read the air.

"And there's a third thing." Harry raised his hand and lifted his hair. "My scar suddenly hurt just now. It was when I looked into Professor Quirrell's eyes."

Dumbledore was startled, and his expression immediately became serious: "Does your scar hurt?"

Harry explained briefly: "I never felt any pain when I was at my aunt's house. I also never felt any pain after I started learning magic. It was only today, just now, when I looked into Professor Quirrell's eyes, that I suddenly felt pain."

"Are you sure it was caused by the eye contact with Professor Quirrell?" Dumbledore asked, frowning.

Harry nodded, "Yes, I'm sure."

"Magic isn't the reason why my scar hurts, and no one has cast a curse on me. Although this guess is a bit ridiculous, it is the most likely cause."

Dumbledore rubbed his head and said, "Okay, I understand."

"You have an answer?" Harry narrowed his eyes.

Dumbledore grumbled, "Harry, you are so perceptive that I begin to wonder if you have used Legilimency on me, if you can."

"I have some guesses, but I'm not sure yet. Give me some time, Harry."

"It's getting late now. You've been on the train all day. Take your invisibility cloak and sorting hat and go back to your dormitory to rest."

"I remember Gryffindor's password is Dragon Slag."

"The hat will show you the way."