As they say, old ginger is spicier - Dumbledore had ultimately mao outmaneuver Glenn.

  Some things are better left unknown - onderstood, es iably form.

  Dumbledore knew well that with Glenn's personality of only g 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 "actally 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 dition was soul-reted.

  Even with Glenn's difficult personality, he'd have to pay attention te soul-reted objeearby.

  Dumbledore: All acc to pn (i Yannian's image, thanks)

  Only after unsciously p the information about Voldemort did Glenn realize Dumbledore had pyed him.

  But he wasn't disced - what goes around es around, he'd find a ce to strike back ter.

  This time he'd been outmaneuvered, no oo bme 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 on rooms, stantly discussing st night's events.

  "Powerful," Glenn spoke the current Slytherin password. Since Glenn had quered all the Slytherins with his strength, the stone door's passwords had ged trend signifitly.

  Perhaps that was for the best?

  Entering the Slytherin on room, the little snakes were indeed gathered in a circle around the firepce, chattering about something. This looked much more uhan before when the house lit into different small groups around different cores.

  Perhaps the best way to quickly unite a group really was to establish a on enemy.

  Though Glenn wasn't their enemy anymore.

  Hearing movement at the stone door, all the little suro look.

  Then they all froze.

  Who was this adorable, pitiful por doll-like little girl at the door?!

  Ah?!

  I must get her taformation today!

  Lost in thought along the way, Glenn had fotten to the bck silk back around his face.

  Since he could see with his eyes now, Glenn no longer needed his e 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 shes fluttering like butterfly wings with each breath.

  Bck silky curls fell shoulder-length, softly draped over his slender white neck, messy bangs slightly c those pitch-bck clear eyes like abysses, adding an air of mystery.

  Not to mention that small pitiful frame hidden under loose bck robes, seeming as if it could be blown over by a gentle breeze.

  Truly like an exquisite por doll.

  Whether wizard or witch, everyone now wao hold this little cutie and cherish them.

  Faced with the strange, predatazes from everyone in the on room, Gle a chill run straight up his spio his brain.

  Even Glenn, a professional assassin who had faced tless life-ah situations, felt goosebumps rising.

  The se 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 silehe 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 panions with squeals of "Kyaa~"

  The boys were more reserved, but had only ohought:

  "Oh my."

  Even Draco was stunned, starira the small figure in the doorway, strange feelings rising in his heart.

  No one realized this voice beloo Glenn, who had retly beaten them all up aed all Slytherin challengers.

  Glenn was uled by their reas, even feeling slightly ed. Had they gone mad?!

  A vague suspi formed in his mind.

  He silently took out the bck silk from his waist poud, under everyone's gaze, quickly ed it over his eyes.

  Everyone fell into fusion.

  Where did that cute little friend go?! Where did that adorable little friend disappear to?!

  Then they found Glenn standing where that cute por doll had been.

  When did I fall under an illusion??

  "Glenn? When did you get here?" Everyone uzzled, 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 spped himself, the sound eg through the now exceptionally quiet Slytherin on room.

  Exceptionally loud.

  Glenn was helpless - what nonsense was this.

  So the eye was my true form?!

  He coldly ighese idiots and walked back to his room.

  After Glenn's figure disappeared from view, the Slytherin on room erupted in chaos.

  Ba his room, putting the stras out of mind, Glenn removed his clothes, uned the bloodied bandages, applied medie, and ed new bandages.

  He couldn't be careless - even though Gle his internal injuries were mostly healed, he insisted on tinuing treatment.

  One reason for his death in his past life was the accumution of multiple ued internal injuries.

  Having been reborn with abundant resources and time, he naturally wao restore his body to peak dition.

  Using Scify to 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 pintively: "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 y on his bed, arms crossed over his chest, face serene like an enlightened sage.

  "Damn, that Granger got lucky!!!!" Draced internally, not even using Hermione's name anymore.

  He suddenly became agitated, rolling around on his bed, occasionally letting out inprehensible little dragon squeals.

  Glenn turned back around.

  Glenn couldn't uand.

  Glenn didn't care.

  ...

  Early the m, Dumbledore and the professors annouhe end of lockdown, allowing students to leave their on rooms and resume normal activities.

  Glenn waited at the Gryffindor table as usual to have breakfast with Hermione.

  The little girl arrived, they exged good ms, 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 disc 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 simir 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 - Hermiohose resentful gazes grow more terrifying, the envy and jealousy in their eyes almost taking physical form!

  Someone even sheir fork!

  What was going on?!

  "Not sure, when I returo the Slytherin on room st night, they seemed to go crazy staring at me. Probably reted to not having Nicos's bck alchemical silk with me."

  Case solved.

  Hearing Glenn's reply, Hermione's worried expression suddenly turned calm, even trending towards provocative.

  No joke - she kly 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 someroud, her mohtening as a pyful smile appeared. She raised her delicate cute proudly, her brown curls revealing her swan-like white neck.

  But thehought of something w.

  Ah, now that those house members had discovered her Glenn's diviy, would ary something strange?

  No! She had to stake her cim!

  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' ptes had split in half from the force they were applying to their knives and forks.

  ...

  Damn Gryffindor lions!!!!

  At the Slytherin table, everyone's rese seemed to truly materialize, a bake faintly visible above them.

  Of course this was just their imagination, it didn't actually appear.

  Glenn uzzled - 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 toug Hermione's cheek.

  No oiced except the Slytherins who had been watg this se.

  They felt something in their hearts shatter.

  Hermione was also stunned - she really hadn't expected Glenn to kiss her back.

  Her fastantly turned red, steam rising from her head as she let out inprehensible 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 uand, but he cared. Without speaking, he just gently stroked the fluffy head in his arms.