Hearing the system prompt, Aaron was pleased: "Is it still possible?"
But seeing Dumbledore's increasingly uglier face, he felt it was time to stop this cute parrot.
"Fat Tiger! From now on, be quiet!"
"I order you!"
When he finished speaking, the parrot seemed to have received the order and climbed onto the pole like a soldier.
Aaron also felt a faint connection.
It turned out that only when he consciously gave the order did his creations stop.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't discipline you enough."
"I found this parrot in the forest when it was young. I made a mistake in training it."
"However, I hope you don't mind; it's only three and a half years old."
Aaron apologized to Dumbledore, and at the end, his face showed a trace of introspection and guilt. Before, he had never thought his creations would have such power.
Otherwise, I'd hide it.
I don't know if Dumbledore believes this absurd lie.
Anyway, hide your ability as much as you can.
Don't expose your ability before you're an adult.
"Oh, really? Really?"
Dumbledore approached Aaron and stopped. He lowered his head and examined the boy in front of him, who barely reached his waist, with a knowing light in his eyes.
Obviously, he didn't believe the nonsense of the child in front of him.
But before saying this, he had a moment to teach the fat parrot a little lesson.
It must be said that, whether he was lying or not, this boy was very intelligent.
He was so intelligent that he vaguely reminded him of an old friend.
He also possessed exceptional talent and excellent ability.
However, there was still a gap.
The boy in front of him had pure blue eyes, a sincere face, and talent that far surpassed his own.
He was completely different from the ambition revealed in his eyes.
Suddenly, he remembered the strange door he had seen before and everything he had seen in this castle.
He couldn't help but feel a great curiosity about this boy.
But he was still reluctant to use "Lecipherment." with him. Guess what?
Dumbledore shrugged, stroked Aaron's head, and joked, "I believe your lies, Mr. Aaron Brooke."
Then he sat down on the sofa next to Aaron and put away his wand.
Aaron smiled awkwardly. He knew the lie was very clumsy, but he had said what he had to say. It was up to him whether he believed it or not.
After making a cup of coffee and giving it to Dumbledore, Aaron noticed his eyes fixed on the wise monkey beside him. "Haha, I said I picked up this monkey in the forest, do you believe me?"
Aaron scratched his head innocently and said with a smile.
Dumbledore looked at the boy's smile and suddenly felt that his understanding of the child was a little skewed.
At one point, he felt that this child was more evil than "him."
But this thought was only for an instant, and he considered it an illusion.
"I am quite willing to believe your Promise."
Dumbledore took a sip of coffee and found it surprisingly delicious. He couldn't help but take a few more sips.
He took a sip of his coffee and looked at Aaron with a half smile in his eyes. "Of course I believe my son. After all, there are no monkeys in the castle except in the forest."
"Survival or..."
Suddenly, the monkey's voice, with a deep London accent, sounded:
"Shut up!"
But Aaron immediately scolded the monkey mid-speech. The monkey swallowed half of what he said, but his body was trembling.
He looked as if he would feel uncomfortable if he didn't finish the other half.
"Hmm?"
Dumbledore, who had been squinting as he sipped his coffee, suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his trembling hands spilled some coffee into the cup.
He leaned forward, looked around, and then at Aaron and the monkey.
"Did I just hear wrong?"
"Is this monkey... talking?"
Aaron patted the monkey on the shoulder and lowered his voice: "Dear Mr. Dumbledore, I think you heard wrong. When I'm alone in the castle,
I occasionally practice the bass guitar and Shakespeare's Hamlet to pass the time."
He recited a passage in a deep voice: "To be, or not to be, is a question worth considering."
"Pfft!"
The monkey beside him suddenly spat out a mouthful of saliva.
"This monkey is truly terrible." After all, it doesn't have the same sense of hygiene as humans.
Aaron glared at the monkey fiercely, turned to Dumbledore, and explained with a smile:
"All right, boy, we don't have much time, let's put these little charades aside for now."
Dumbledore finished the coffee in his cup in one gulp, and his face began to turn serious, but when he saw Aaron refill the cup with coffee with great consideration, his face relaxed a little.
As Aaron was born in a country of etiquette in his previous life, it would have been in vain if he hadn't observed these social customs.
Voldemort had to play a circle at the table before going there.
"Has Have you read the letter, Mr. Aaron?"
Seeing Aaron nod, Dumbledore continued, "As you live alone, I'll save you the trouble of explaining yourself to your family."
"You probably understand why I'm here."
"So are you ready?"
"The little wizard who is about to step into the magic world, our first stop is going."