HP: It's a snake, not a badger.

Chapter 161 Pull it out

Gellert is incredibly efficient. He said it would take six days, but he got the person over in less than five. Apart from a slight language barrier, there were no problems.

Dumbledore nudged Gellert. "What is this man saying? I don't understand his language." His object of concern remained silent for a long time before shaking his head with difficulty. "I don't understand either." So, the two of them looked at Wenda, hoping to get an answer from her.

As expected of Gellert's most capable subordinate, Ms. Wenda noticed their question and stepped forward. "What this gentleman means is that to know Harry Potter's condition, one needs a soul, preferably one with malice."

"Harry has a piece of it, but the problem now is that we don't know if he has the ability to absorb it. Isn't this a vicious cycle?" Dumbledore was speechless. After all that work, they were back to square one.

"He can provide an aggressive soul, as long as he studies Mr. Potter's scars. He's curious why a murderous soul shatters," Wenda paused, glancing at Harry and Gellert, "and also wondering if heterosexuality is heresy..."

"...You can answer that question now." Gellert was speechless for a moment, then gestured for Wenda to tell the Easterner the answer, afraid that the man might ask something else that would embarrass him.

Seeing Wenda remain silent, the elderly couple immediately realized this wouldn't do. Gellert called someone over and asked him to find a translator. They sensed Wenda was about to lose her temper, but the matter wasn't resolved yet, and they couldn't let her throw the person out.

"gentlemen."

Soon a man walked up behind Gellert and began translating the Easterner's words. Dumbledore sensed something was wrong and quickly told him to stop the man, otherwise Vinda would get angry.

Before they could react, the man pulled a black object from Harry's head and casually put it in his pocket.

"?"

"Ask him what that thing is." Gellert urged the translator to hurry up; the scene was too absurd, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say.

"Sir, what did you just pull out of this child's body?"

"I also want to ask how you take care of your child. How could you give him dangerous things as toys? It's a good thing I came. If it were my uncles, they would have scolded you irresponsible parents to death."

"this..."

"Alright, I'll purify this fragment before letting him play with it. Don't worry, I don't want something so fragile."

"Excuse me, sir, please wait a moment. I need to translate for them."

"Oh right, I forgot. No need for a translator, I speak your language." He turned to Gellert and Dumbledore. "Are you two their parents?"

"How come he can talk all of a sudden?" Gellert muttered, only to be glared at by Dumbledore.

"Yes, we are now their guardians." Dumbledore smiled gently at the young man before him; the man had come all this way. He handed him a box of pastries and had the house-elf serve tea; the boy must be thirsty after talking for so long.

After drinking two glasses of water, the boy in white's attitude improved significantly. "You adults, even if you want your children to grow up quickly, you can't do this. How can you put things in such an important place as their heads?"

"These are fragments of the soul of Harry's father's killer. We invited you here to resolve this matter, but it seems you've already retrieved them for us." Dumbledore glanced at Gellert, signaling him to hand over his reward and not just stand there.

"This is what we agreed on originally. This extra box is to thank you for helping us resolve the potential problem." The two boxes were handed to the boy. Now that his biggest worry was gone, he still felt a little empty.

The boy accepted the items without ceremony, took a small bottle from his pocket and handed it to Dumbledore. "I misunderstood you earlier. Here, take this. It's good for your health." He glanced discreetly at Dumbledore's waist, then looked at Gellert.

"No, we... never mind..." Gellert opened his mouth to explain something, but realized that whatever he said was the truth, so he simply shut his mouth to avoid making things worse.

"Kid, you and Harry are probably the same age. Go play, Gale and I have some things to do, so we'll be leaving now." Dumbledore pulled Gellert away; if they stayed any longer, he'd probably ruin his reputation.

Hermione felt it was getting dark. It was already difficult enough for her and Draco to each manage one of them, and now there was another difficult one to manage. This was going to be the death of her.

Seeing that Harry and Ron had already gathered around the boy, she moved a chair next to Draco. "What should we do?"

"Pray to Merlin that the Headmaster and Mr. Grindelwald are in a good mood lately, and oh, and Professor Salafina too, pray they're not angry because of these three's rambling." Draco had no choice but to spread his hands and roll his eyes at the three people in front of him in a very inelegant way.

Hermione started seriously considering the chances of getting a response through prayer. They couldn't cover the guest's mouth, and judging by their fighting skills, they probably couldn't beat them either. There was nothing they could do.

"Ding ding ding".

"It's time for your training, why are you still here?" Sarafina tapped the cup in her hand, drawing the attention of the people in the living room. "If you don't go change your clothes soon, today's training load will double."

"Sorry, Professor, we're coming right away." Draco grabbed one of them by the arm and ran upstairs. By the time Ron and Harry reacted, he had already changed his clothes. Hermione's room was at the very back, and she ran even faster than the three boys.

After the four of them changed their clothes and came down, Sarafina had already prepared the drinks for their training. "Madam, what kind of training are they going to do? Can I join them?" The boy liked to act cute and charming in the sect, but it was unclear whether this tactic would work abroad.

"Okay, let me check your stamina first. Run behind Harry, and if your throat feels uncomfortable, stop and walk back." Salafina didn't care; one more or one less wouldn't make much difference.

"Thank you, ma'am. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Mu Yunxi. You can just call me Yunxi." Mu Yunxi smiled and walked to stand next to Harry. He was bored and didn't know how tiring the training was, but it was still easier than being punished by his master to run around the mountain gate.

He ran alongside Harry without losing his breath, and the two of them were in the lead. Of the three friends behind, Ron was a little behind but managed to keep up, Draco followed behind Ron, and his breathing was relatively stable. Hermione was at the very back, panting heavily as she ran, but her mission was almost over, and there weren't many more ahead of her.

Seeing that Mu Yunxi was neither red-faced nor angry, Salafina raised an eyebrow, waved her wand and handed them cups, telling them to drink water and rest for five minutes.