As they say, old ginger is spicier - Dumbledore had ultimately managed to outmaneuver Glenn.
Some things are better left unknown - once understood, connections inevitably form.
Dumbledore knew well that with Glenn's personality of only caring about those close to him and dismissing others' fates, directly telling him about Horcruxes would surely be rejected.
Better to hide mysteries in his words - given Glenn's nature, he wouldn't miss the "accidentally revealed information" in Dumbledore's message.
Then, with Glenn's suspicious nature, he would certainly think deeply about it.
Dumbledore believed that with Glenn's abilities, while he might not deduce the existence of Horcruxes, he would surely realize Voldemort's condition was soul-related.
Even with Glenn's difficult personality, he'd have to pay attention to strange soul-related objects nearby.
Dumbledore: All according to plan (insert Chen Yannian's image, thanks)
Only after unconsciously pondering the information about Voldemort did Glenn realize Dumbledore had played him.
But he wasn't discouraged - what goes around comes around, he'd find a chance to strike back later.
This time he'd been outmaneuvered, no one to blame but himself.
Just you wait, old bee.
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Emerging from his meditative state, Glenn stood and headed to his dormitory.
Currently all the young wizards were in their respective common rooms, constantly discussing last night's events.
"Powerful," Glenn spoke the current Slytherin password. Since Glenn had conquered all the Slytherins with his strength, the stone door's passwords had changed trend significantly.
Perhaps that was for the best?
Entering the Slytherin common room, the little snakes were indeed gathered in a circle around the fireplace, chattering about something. This looked much more united than before when the house was split into different small groups around different cores.
Perhaps the best way to quickly unite a group really was to establish a common enemy.
Though Glenn wasn't their enemy anymore.
Hearing movement at the stone door, all the little snakes turned to look.
Then they all froze.
Who was this adorable, pitiful porcelain doll-like little girl at the door?!
Ah?!
I must get her contact information today!
Lost in thought along the way, Glenn had forgotten to wrap the black silk back around his face.
Since he could see with his eyes now, Glenn no longer needed his cane and had stored it in his waist pouch.
His face was sickly pale from blood loss, his delicate androgynous features currently peaceful, eyebrows level, eyelids lowered, long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings with each breath.
Black silky curls fell shoulder-length, softly draped over his slender white neck, messy bangs slightly covering those pitch-black clear eyes like abysses, adding an air of mystery.
Not to mention that small pitiful frame hidden under loose black robes, seeming as if it could be blown over by a gentle breeze.
Truly like an exquisite porcelain doll.
Whether wizard or witch, everyone now wanted to hold this little cutie and cherish them.
Faced with the strange, predatory gazes from everyone in the common room, Glenn felt a chill run straight up his spine to his brain.
Even Glenn, a professional assassin who had faced countless life-and-death situations, felt goosebumps rising.
The scene fell into deathly silence, broken only by some heavy breathing. Glenn sensed no malice from the little snakes, but both reason and instinct urged him to leave quickly.
"If you have no business with me, I'll head to my room now." Glenn's cool voice broke the silence. The only breathing sounds ceased, then after a moment's quiet, the young witches began screaming.
"Oh my god, she spoke, what an adorable voice! She's too cute!" Many young witches hugged their companions with squeals of "Kyaa~"
The boys were more reserved, but had only one thought:
"Oh my."
Even Draco was stunned, staring entranced at the small figure in the doorway, strange feelings rising in his heart.
No one realized this voice belonged to Glenn, who had recently beaten them all up and defeated all Slytherin challengers.
Glenn was unsettled by their reactions, even feeling slightly nauseated. Had they gone mad?!
A vague suspicion formed in his mind.
He silently took out the black silk from his waist pouch and, under everyone's gaze, quickly wrapped it over his eyes.
Everyone fell into confusion.
Where did that cute little friend go?! Where did that adorable little friend disappear to?!
Then they found Glenn standing where that cute porcelain doll had been.
When did I fall under an illusion??
"Glenn? When did you get here?" Everyone was puzzled, then seemed to realize something, staring in disbelief at this Slytherin wizard they both loved and hated.
Huh?
HUH?!
Draco was especially incredulous, feeling something that had just formed in his heart shatter.
He slapped himself, the sound echoing through the now exceptionally quiet Slytherin common room.
Exceptionally loud.
Glenn was helpless - what nonsense was this.
So the eyewrap was my true form?!
He coldly ignored these idiots and walked back to his room.
After Glenn's figure disappeared from view, the Slytherin common room erupted in chaos.
Back in his room, putting the strange events out of mind, Glenn removed his clothes, unwrapped the bloodied bandages, applied medicine, and wrapped new bandages.
He couldn't be careless - even though Glenn felt his internal injuries were mostly healed, he insisted on continuing treatment.
One reason for his death in his past life was the accumulation of multiple untreated internal injuries.
Having been reborn with abundant resources and time, he naturally wanted to restore his body to peak condition.
Using Scourgify to clean the blood stains, Glenn began washing his clothes with household spells.
At this point, the door opened and Draco walked in looking lost. Seeing Glenn washing clothes, he said plaintively: "Glenn, why aren't you a girl?"
"What's wrong with you?" Glenn turned, puzzled - what was Draco raving about now?
"Nothing, just that my first love ended before it could begin." Little Dragon lay on his bed, arms crossed over his chest, face serene like an enlightened sage.
"Damn, that Granger got lucky!!!!" Draco raged internally, not even using Hermione's name anymore.
He suddenly became agitated, rolling around on his bed, occasionally letting out incomprehensible little dragon squeals.
Glenn turned back around.
Glenn couldn't understand.
Glenn didn't care.
...
Early the next morning, Dumbledore and the professors announced the end of lockdown, allowing students to leave their common rooms and resume normal activities.
Glenn waited at the Gryffindor table as usual to have breakfast with Hermione.
The little girl arrived, they exchanged good mornings, and she sat down obediently beside Glenn.
Halfway through eating and chatting, the perceptive young girl noticed something odd - she felt many slightly malicious gazes.
She frowned, looking around, finally discovering these gazes came from...
...Slytherin?
She could see envy and jealousy in those little snakes' eyes - almost all the young witches were staring at her resentfully, many grinding their teeth audibly.
...Wait, what's with you boys too?
Hermione's mouth twitched. Not just Slytherin witches, but many wizards were giving her similar looks.
As if they had some deep grudge against her.
"What's going on with those Slytherins, Glenn, any ideas?" She leaned close to whisper in Glenn's ear.
This only made things worse - Hermione felt those resentful gazes grow more terrifying, the envy and jealousy in their eyes almost taking physical form!
Someone even snapped their fork!
What was going on?!
"Not sure, when I returned to the Slytherin common room last night, they seemed to go crazy staring at me. Probably related to not having Nicolas's black alchemical silk with me."
Case solved.
Hearing Glenn's reply, Hermione's worried expression suddenly turned calm, even trending towards provocative.
No joke - she knew exactly how attractive her Glenn was. Even at this age Glenn's features were gradually maturing, and only she, his childhood friend who spent every day with him, could barely resist his charm.
Not to mention Glenn's increasingly mysterious eyes that even she found herself inexplicably drawn to.
As for those peers his age...
They simply couldn't resist Glenn's charm!
Thinking this, the little girl felt somewhat proud, her mood brightening as a playful smile appeared. She raised her delicate cute chin proudly, her brown curls revealing her swan-like white neck.
But then she thought of something worrying.
Ah, now that those house members had discovered her Glenn's divine beauty, would anyone try something strange?
No! She had to stake her claim!
I, Hermione, will defend Glenn to the death.
With this thought, her body moved faster than her mind, lightning-quick, giving Glenn's cheek a light peck.
"Crack."
A series of crisp sounds rang out at the Slytherin table. Looking over, many students' plates had split in half from the force they were applying to their knives and forks.
...
Damn Gryffindor lions!!!!
At the Slytherin table, everyone's resentment seemed to truly materialize, a black snake faintly visible above them.
Of course this was just their imagination, it didn't actually appear.
Glenn was puzzled - what did the little girl mean? This kind of gesture hadn't appeared before.
But Glenn just felt warm and happy inside.
This was good, the gesture was good.
Well then, good things should be shared.
Glenn turned his head, cold lips lightly touching Hermione's cheek.
No one noticed except the Slytherins who had been watching this scene.
They felt something in their hearts shatter.
Hermione was also stunned - she really hadn't expected Glenn to kiss her back.
Her face instantly turned red, steam rising from her head as she let out incomprehensible quiet squeals, then "fainted."
Well, pretend-fainted, avoiding what she imagined would be teasing and suggestive looks, the little girl buried her head deep in Glenn's embrace.
Glenn didn't understand, but he cared. Without speaking, he just gently stroked the fluffy head in his arms.