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"Tom, I hope you can just forget me. This is just a dream. Everything here is fake. I shouldn't exist in the first place."

Lamia turned around without hesitation, her slightly red eyes perhaps the only evidence of her emotional fluctuations.

Lamia could still feel the link Tom left in her, proving that he wasn't completely dead, but she still felt the useless sadness welling up in her.

Lamia walked forward blankly, as if she had no direction. It took her a long time before she realized that she should go to Dumbledore to discuss the plan.

"Yes, go find Dumbledore." Lamia looked back as if she had just woken up from a dream, but stopped after taking a few steps. A large group of people ran towards her, or rather passed by her while running.

Lamia was stunned again. Everything around her changed. More and more people in black robes ran past her. Everyone had panic on their face, as if they were running for their lives.

Lamia's brows tightened, but then suddenly relaxed. It seemed that Dumbledore had succeeded.

Sure enough, when Lamia rushed to his office, she found Dumbledore leisurely drinking milk with honey. "Are you here?"

"Sir, you really know how to seize opportunities. It hasn't been that long, and you've already cleared out all of Tom's subordinates." Lamia suppressed all her emotions and sat naturally in the chair, playing with her soft silver hair. "I didn't know you were so good at using time. In just a few dozen minutes, you were able to clean up the entire Hogwarts. Oh, and that's minus the time it took you to get the news."

Lamia looked at Dumbledore, who remained silent, with a mocking look, while her knuckles made rhythmic tapping sounds on the table, implicitly expressing her attitude.

"You guessed right." Dumbledore took out a handkerchief with exquisite patterns from his pocket and wiped the fogged-up lenses. "I really can't do it, but I never said that our last plan failed."

"So, whether I succeed or not, Tom's subordinates will definitely be cleaned up, right, sir?" Lamia said.

"That's not entirely true, kid. If it weren't for you, I would probably have to fight Tom. As his former professor, I don't want to attack my own students." After drinking the milk, Dumbledore took out a jar of butter cookies. As his mouth opened and closed, some crumbs fell on his beard.

"Also, I want to remind you that Tom is not dead. I can feel it." Dumbledore closed the lid seriously and shook the yellowish residue from his beard.

"This has nothing to do with me, sir. Remember what you promised me." Lamia stood up from her chair, crossed her arms and looked at Dumbledore. "The sooner the better. I can leave now."

Although Lamia was sad, it did not prevent her from finding a way out for herself. Rather than being hunted, she would rather bear the sadness brought by Tom's death.

"Not yet, kid. I haven't established good connections in the East yet. You don't know that they don't have any specialized magic schools there. I need to contact them for you." Dumbledore waved his wand, and a safe that was 2 feet high appeared out of thin air on the table.

He wiped his hands and carefully took out a large stack of written letters. "Look, these need to be mailed out and replied to before I can send you off."

Dumbledore smiled helplessly after he finished speaking, looking like a kind old man who was wholeheartedly considering Lamia.

But Lamia saw through it at a glance. The old man just wanted her to stay here to help him deal with the mess. After all, they didn't know when Tom would suddenly fight back.

Lamia knew that Dumbledore would not send her there directly, but she didn't expect his excuse to be so poor. Did he think she couldn't understand it? It was clearly a letter he wrote to Grindelwald.

"Sir, please open your eyes when you lie. At least look at the person you are deceiving. Do I look like someone who can't read?" Lamia pointed at herself speechlessly, then picked up the top letter.

"Dear Gettler, I ate the Three Broomsticks' new butter and custard cookies today. To be honest, they're not as delicious as the ones you bought me..." Lamia read the contents with a pinched throat, "I still remember the first Christmas gift you gave me—"

"Stop!" Dumbledore stood up from his chair when he heard the first word, and almost the next second he snatched the yellowed letter from Lamia's hand.

It was the first time that Lamia saw Dumbledore care so much about something. The letters in front of him were all well preserved, especially the one on top. It looked like the oldest one, but the handwriting showed no signs of disappearing. It was obvious that the owner often took it out to add to it.

"What's wrong, Mr. Dumbledore? Didn't you let me read it yourself? Why are you taking it away now?" Lamia said with a wicked smile, snatching the letter that Dumbledore hadn't had time to put away. "Oh, this is a very recent one. It seems that you have a rich emotional life. I just wonder if the students at school find out and... "

"You will be in the East by next week at the latest." Dumbledore held out his hand helplessly. "Give it back to me. I just wanted to ask him how to grow flowers. Besides, these letters can't be sent."

Only then did Lamia realize that the letters she had just read were sorted together by time, and all were signed with Dumbledore's name, but there was not even a single reply.

Unexpectedly, Dumbledore was a person who was afraid to express himself. When she saw how they got along, she thought that Dumbledore was the one who invested the least emotion. It turned out that she could also make mistakes.

"Then why don't you give him the letter? Don't you always go to see him?" Lamia asked, puzzled, picking up the teacup and sipping the rich black tea. "Or give it to me. I'll give it to him for you when I have the chance."

"You don't understand. Not all feelings can be expressed openly. He and I can only be enemies." Dumbledore sat back in his chair somewhat dejectedly. "He is also the enemy of all wizards, and the only relationship I can have with him is to defeat him."

"You're so stubborn." Lamia glanced at Dumbledore disapprovingly. "I wouldn't do that. If I can't do it openly, then I'll do it in secret. Whether I succeed or not depends solely on when I want to do it."

"This is different..."

"What's the difference? If someone doesn't know you, they'd think you were some great public figure. You can't even have your own emotional life? Merlin can't control himself like you."

"I see." Dumbledore sat up straight as if he had been enlightened. "No need for next week. The day after tomorrow, you can set off."

"It seems that chicken soup is sometimes quite effective. How about I tell you more about it so that I can go now?" Lamia said with a greedy smile.

"I think you should go and check the Chamber of Secrets for me now. If nothing unexpected happens, the basilisk has been sealed inside." Dumbledore now just wanted to kick Lamia out. He was so embarrassed that a young student knew so much about him.

"It's sealed, so what should I do?" Lamia showed no sign of getting up, but just found a more comfortable position.

"That's what we'll do if nothing unexpected happens. Of course, plans are subject to change." Dumbledore took the teacup from Lamia's hand and said, "If something unexpected happens, you can seal the basilisk again. With your strength - there will be no problem at all." He glanced at Lamia and said it with certainty.

"You really never miss an opportunity to order people around. You're a professor, after all." Lamia sighed, stood up and walked outside.

There were not many students left in Hogwarts at this time. Most of them had been taken home by their parents. Lamia was walking on the road. The desolate scene around her made her begin to doubt whether this was still the vibrant campus in her memory.