Hogwarts Everything is Three

(Author’s note: Allen’s breaking of the secrecy law everyone knows that the prototype of the concept came from the first generation of Dark Lord Grindelwald, but reading the comments on reform education, it seems that some readers have not noticed that it is actually from the second generation of Dark Lord Voldemort when he was young Ideal...Although Voldemort is different from Ellen who really wants to popularize knowledge and engage in the Renaissance of the wizarding world, Voldemort only has another purpose, but in fact, the inspiration for Allen to have this educational reform concept really comes from the mysterious man’s dedication to teaching in the original book In a sense, the protagonist I wrote is intended to let him accomplish some of the goals that the previous two generations of the Dark Lord failed to accomplish, and create with the ideas that existed in the original world, to see what this trend will become. world.)

"Harry, I know what you are thinking, the next memory..." Dumbledore's eyes were also a little confused, "Actually, I told you before why I hold the current position."

Harry clenched his fists to say something, but was stopped by Dumbledore reaching out a palm, and Dumbledore poured the last bottle of memory into the penis. "Let's talk about this last piece of memory. This is my memory."

Harry stepped into the **** again and landed in the office they had just left. It was just that Dumbledore in his memory seemed to be waiting for something. He looked much younger, and his two hands were intact, which made him He looked handsome and energetic, unlike Dumbledore nowadays and sullen.

However, the weather outside the window was the opposite. The light blue snow flakes in my memory were drifting across the window in the dark and piled up on the window sill outside—there was a knock on the door.

When Voldemort knocked on the door and walked in, Harry almost screamed in fright.

Compared with the memory just now, the face of the mysterious man has undergone a lot of changes. His face seems to have been burned, his facial features are blurred, like wax, weirdly twisted, and the whites of his eyes now seem to be permanently filled with blood. Wearing a long black cloak, his face was as white as snowflakes on his shoulders.

"Good evening, Tom." Dumbledore said lightly without any surprise. "Sit down. Would you like a glass of wine?"

"Thank you so much." Voldemort did not refuse, and took the wine and sat in Harry's seat just now. "I have walked a long way."

"It's been a long time since I saw Tom, so what are you looking for?" Dumbledore sat back in the principal's chair and took a sip of wine comfortably.

Voldemort leaned back in his chair, his wine glass shook slightly: "They don't call me Tom anymore, now I'm called..."

"I know what you are called, but for me as a teacher, you will always be Tom Riddle." Dumbledore raised his glass as if to toast to Voldemort, but Voldemort didn't move his face blankly, Deng Blido only took a sip, "I'm afraid this is what the teachers hate? They never completely forget how the students were in the beginning."

"That's why you never want to leave Hogwarts?" Voldemort's pale cheeks raised. "In fact, I have always been very surprised. You are often consulted by the Ministry of Magic and seem to be nominated as Minister of Magic twice. Why are you willing to stay at Hogwarts?"

"Oh, actually three times. It's just that nothing is more important than teaching ancient memories and training young minds." Dumbledore said happily. "As for the attitude towards the Ministry of Magic position, I have also heard about your later events. This is what we have in common, I think? Of course I still remember that you have seen the appeal of the teaching profession..."

"I can still see... Once, I eagerly wanted to be a teacher. It's just that Professor Dipeter said I was too young to be a professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts." Voldemort took a sip of his drink and just put down his glass. "Now please allow me to go back to teach in this castle. You know I have met a lot after I left here, and I have done a lot. I can teach your students what they can’t learn from other wizards... teach these students some... no the same…"

Harry looked up sharply, and he breathed out uncontrollably, short and convulsively. He was at a loss, poking there like a piece of wood in a daze-this was what Allen had said.

"It's some magic that they shouldn't have learned...in fact, you shouldn't learn it either, Tom..." Dumbledore said calmly after looking at Voldemort for a while. "The rumors about what you did have also spread. Your alma mater, Tom. If they were half credible, I would be very sorry."

"Greatness causes jealousy, jealousy leads to malice, and malice breeds lies. You must know that, Dumbledore," Voldemort's eyes seemed to be burned red by fire, "It's powerful magic! My experiment may have advanced magic to an unprecedented level! "

The feeling Voldemort gave Harry at this time was completely different from just now, let alone Ellen. His expressionless facial muscles, abnormally pale skin, and those red eyes made him look completely invisible. The elegance and likability before.

"It's some kind of magic," Dumbledore corrected him calmly, "some... but in others, you still... IMHO... sadly ignorant."

Voldemort laughed for the first time. It was a sneered sneer, an evil expression, more terrifying than rage.

"Old argument," he said softly, "but, Dumbledore, nothing I have seen in the world can prove your famous view: love is more powerful than my magic."

"Maybe you are looking for the wrong place," Dumbledore reminded. "If you understand the power of love as a belief..."

"So, what else is better than here... than Hogwarts... for me to start this new research?" Voldemort followed Dumbledore's words, but his voice at this time was the same as that of him. Lee had a completely different impression... He was full of expectation and even made his voice out of tune, "Then Dumbledore, would you let me come back? Can you let me share what I learned with your students? I will share my own Leave my talents to you and follow your instructions."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. "What about those who really follow your orders? Your Death Eaters, what do they do?"

"My friends, even if they don't have me, they will continue to do it." Voldemort's eyes flashed red, and two gaping nostrils widened.

"At the Pig's Head Bar? Knott, Rozier, Mursiber, Dolohov...really loyal friends..." Dumbledore sat up straight. "...Let's get rid of it, you tonight Why come here with your Death Eaters and apply for a job that you and I know you don't want?"

"You still know everything..." Voldemort sneered. "But, don't you want it? On the contrary, Dumbledore... If you don't want to give me a job..."

"Of course not." Dumbledore refused decisively. "In my opinion, you have no expectations, and you don't want to come here to teach more than when you were eighteen, but you still came. What are you trying to do? ?Tom, why can't you be frank with me once?"

"This is your final decision?" Voldemort stood up after speaking.

"Yes" Dumbledore also stood up.

"It seems that we have nothing to say." Voldemort's red eyes fixed on Dumbledore's blue eyes, full of anger.

"Without Tom," Dumbledore expressed deep sorrow, "I can frighten you with a burning closet, and the time for you to atone for your sins has already passed. But I still hope, Tom, I hope you..."

Harry's nerves were tense, and he was sure he saw Voldemort's hand suddenly moved to the wand in his pocket. But Voldemort finally just turned and walked away, the door was closed, and his figure disappeared.

Harry felt Dumbledore's hand grab his arm again. Back to the principal’s office, Harry sat back on the chair, picked up the iced lemon juice in front of him, and took a big sip. Drinking this summer drink in unfavorable weather made the coolness of it hit his forehead. Harry calmed down. He tried hard to stop thinking about it, but that idea just came out uncontrollably-Voldemort and Allen are different in many ways, but if you look at these aspects alone, they are like Ai. The relationship is so alike.

"Harry, I think you probably understand now..." Dumbledore looked at Harry in front of him and said in a low voice, "Why do I have such an attitude toward Mr. Allen Harris trying to teach students the knowledge?"

"Yes, Professor..." Harry nodded silently, but did not give up to defend Allen, "But Allen and Voldemort are different, I know they are very similar, especially when he was young, but he and Voldemort There are also many differences! Voldemort is obviously mentally upset... and Allen really wants to teach magic for the good of the magic world."

"Yes, child." A pair of bright blue eyes gleamed behind Dumbledore's half-moon glasses. "Allen was born into a pure-blood family, unlike Tom. He has enough conditions to learn more about it. Horcruxes are bad for people. As long as he doesn’t split his soul like Tom did and make multiple Horcruxes, he won’t end up in the same bad situation as Tom is now... And as I told you before, Tom is infatuated. The product of the drug, and the environment in which he was a child... it will cause some emotional problems for him... and Alan is different."

"Professor, why are you..." Harry was a little dazed again, "I mean, if you agree with Allen's plan, I think it will be better if you supervise the situation..."

"I can't do this, Harry." Dumbledore's voice began to weary again, "I'm too old, maybe Merlin only knows how long I can live, if I can be dozens of years younger and keep the enlightenment now. , Maybe I will support Alan... but not now, Harry, I can only use my own method, the method I think is the greatest guarantee and safety..."

"Teacher Dumbledore..."

"I think you can understand my difficulties now..." Dumbledore raised his black hand to stop Harry: "When I was young, I was too... tough, especially when it came to dealing with Tom. After I met him in the kindergarten, I took a vigilant attitude towards him...so that I forgot my identity as a teacher...As a result, you have also seen...In a sense, Tom has become In this way... I also became one of the pushers..."

"No, Professor! It's me, facing someone like Voldemort..."

Dumbledore sighed: "So after using this attitude towards Tom I found that I failed... When I noticed again, in my limited life, for the third time in my limited life, I encountered this kind of amazing talent. Time…"

Dumbledore's tone and demeanor at this time made Harry feel more conceited than ever before.

"What should I do with him? Harry? When I was in the early grades, I asked Flitwick to guide him to get in touch with group sports like Quidditch, and then give Ravenclaw Academy extra points. There is no ambiguity... I tried to create an environment for Alan Harris that I had never given to Tom... I was as good as expected...

Later, Alan and I also began to cooperate, UU reading www.uukahnshu. com I also gave him a more relaxed attitude... But in the end he did not resist the temptation and spent his time learning dark magic. The latter magic that should not be mastered by underage wizards will affect his personality. I think You also saw...

Later, he even had the idea of ​​giving these magic to everyone...Even if Harris has successfully resisted them now, but even his character has undergone some changes, how dare I let him take this knowledge completely unscrupulous Teach it to anyone?

Harry, as I told you just now, I don’t have time...I must take action to stop this situation..."

"Professor Dumbledore...you are too difficult..." Harry began to understand Dumbledore's perspective, but he hesitated and decided to ask questions that were difficult to ask before. "Professor, I also heard some pure blood recently. The family, the children of those school directors, seem to be saying...you will support them this time in saying that Harris is driven out of the UK?"

"I did have a lot of contact with them recently... Allen's speech forced these families too much..." Dumbledore rubbed his temple with his index finger, and gave Harry a comforting smile. "But don't Worry about Harry, like I said, I will not deal with Alan in the same way I deal with Tom. They are different after all, and I will not make another mistake and push Alan to that point. That will be for everyone. It is a terrible result...I will leave him enough leeway and back. The security and stability of the United Kingdom also require Harris to control this powerful Ministry of Magic... I do not intend to interfere with Huo. Those adult wizards outside of Gwartz, if they choose to go to the Ravenclaw Temple to study...I can’t control or have the energy to manage..."