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Dumbledore turned to look at her, and Meadows continued: "What he has done now at least proves that my original suspicion was correct, doesn't it?"
"And I also understand the reason why you are so partial to him."
She faced Dumbledore's gaze and said bravely.
"A natural master of Occlumency."
There was a brief silence, and the expression on Dumbledore's face made Meadows a little confused.
She didn't know whether it was an accusation or helplessness.
"I have to say, I'm not surprised at all."
Dumbledore finally said: "You have learned Legilimency after all."
Meadows pursed her lips tightly. She still didn't understand the meaning of Dumbledore's words.
But she at least heard that Dumbledore wasn't blaming her for it, and she was silently relieved.
"Yes, that's right."
Dumbledore murmured softly: "A born master of Occlumency."
After the topic was successfully brought up, Meadows did not interrupt Dumbledore's thinking again. She waited patiently.
After a short while, Dumbledore continued softly: "I know you are not so hostile to Mr. Sangster because of his background."
"Of course not." Meadows blurted out: "That's just a trivial reason."
Dumbledore nodded slightly: "So, what you really can't let go of is the elder wand, right?"
After hesitating for a moment, Meadows nodded.
"That's a powerful wand."
She whispered: "I need it, even if it didn't choose me in the first place."
"But I need to get strong as soon as possible."
"But that's just a baseless guess." Dumbledore shook his head and said, "You shouldn't be so obsessed with the wand itself. This is a very dangerous way."
"If you are not careful, you will become like those dark wizards, who only know how to pursue the ultimate power."
"Even if the power itself is wrong."
"For us wizards."
Meadows lowered his head and said nothing, just resisting silently.
Dumbledore sighed softly.
Similar conversations have happened more than once, but each time they ended in the same way.
"Then let's get back to Mr. Sangster."
He changed the subject and said: "As I said, you are just making baseless guesses about the elder wand."
"That's not necessarily just a guess," Meadows muttered in a low voice: "Look at what he did later. I really don't know who else the wand would choose besides him."
Dumbledore smiled slightly, his tone as gentle as if he were comforting a child asking for candy.
"But we have no way of knowing what Mr. Sangster is thinking, and we can't force access to his memory, can we?"
"Neither you nor I can do this."
Meadows curled his lips: "A natural master of Occlumency, what a disgusting talent."
"You have no right to say such a thing, Dorcas." Dumbledore joked with a smile.
Meadows groaned dissatisfiedly, but she still didn't say anything in rebuttal.
"The situation is now clear."
Dumbledore nodded towards Meadows, staring at her through half-moon lenses with his blue eyes.
"Since we can't know what Mr. Sangster is thinking, we might as well take a look at what he does."
"What have you done?" Meadows immediately exclaimed: "Do we still have to wait? Isn't what happened tonight enough?"
"Those dangerous potions, coupled with his behavior towards the Acromantulas, and his bad attitude when facing those two friends."
Meadows counted all the "crimes" that Callan had committed. Dumbledore looked at her with a smile in his eyes and did not say a word to stop her.
After telling him about rolling his eyes again, Meadows couldn't help but coughed twice.She was so excited when she spoke that her voice became hoarse.
Dumbledore waved his wand, and a glass of pumpkin juice immediately appeared on the table, and he handed it over in time.
"Ahem, thank you." After taking a few sips, Meadows gradually felt relieved.
It was only at this moment that Dumbledore spoke: "Although Mr. Sangster and I may not have the same ideas on the use of good intentions. But I at least agree with his other words."