All things are three at Hogwarts

"Yes, Harry, this is their usual method...I have been forced by them before..." Dumbledore tapped his fingers on the table, "I will give them a warning, ordinary students should not be Get involved in these things, whether it’s this time or the mysterious person’s…”

Harry blurted out: "Professor...why can't you join forces with Allen? Then the British wizarding world's greatest security...Death Eaters, Voldemort, etc. are completely worth mentioning."

"Harry, please believe me, I have been working hard on this..." Dumbledore said calmly, "But unfortunately... Mr. Alan Harris and I are very stubborn on some issues..."

Harry lowered his head, the knuckles of his fingers turning white as he held the cup.

"Harry, you are very frustrated. To be honest, I am not in a better mood than you for things to be like this." Dumbledore touched the fingertips of his hands together, which was his habitual movement.

"I don't understand, Professor, why you and Allen can't compromise with each other. You both hope that the wizarding world can become a better place." Harry shook his head. It was difficult for him to control his true feelings in front of Dumbledore and Allen. Emotions.

"Harry, the wizarding world has become accustomed to peace. The mysterious man wants to see this peace destroyed, and Allen's radical educational reforms are detrimental to this peace..." Dumbledore's voice was a little tired, "Harry, your classmate What is their attitude towards this?”

"I don't know... uh... I mean, everyone has all kinds of ideas... For example, Neville is a pure-blood, but he personally supports Alan very much. He thinks Alan is a smart man and makes good decisions. Very wise, but he told me that his grandma has always been very opposed to him learning black magic, and also opposed to Allen teaching magic to others, but his grandma rejected the invitations of some pure-blood families...Fleg, he was born as a Muggle, He is very willing to learn these spells and magic, but he is more resistant to, disgusted and afraid of dark magic, and he dare not learn it unscrupulously." Harry's eyes flashed across Dumbledore's face, but the principal remained so calm With a kind look and no attitude, Harry continued: "...after Alan talked about the open knowledge learning channel in the Ravenclaw Temple...many people seemed to face the pressure of the family...I heard Dean say ...It's Dean Thomas. His father also sent letters one after another to keep him away from these things. His father is a wizard and his mother is a Muggle. His father's boss has begun to put pressure on his employees... It's not just us, Alan's training The same goes for the class, everyone is confused, but I think, like Malfoy, including some of the purebloods... most people in the school are more inclined to support Alan."

"For a large portion of our wizarding community, the keynote ideas of Professor Alan Harris were so seductive that they jumped into it...and were prone, from the outset, to countless confrontations and disagreements. Become more assertive and devoted... This will not only cause division among the students, it will also destabilize Britain and the entire wizarding world..." Dumbledore looked at Harry through the top of his crescent-shaped glasses and asked, "Harry, you must be wondering why I, who have been fighting for Muggles and half-blood wizards to get more rights they deserve, have taken another stance on reforming education?"

"Yes, I don't quite understand, Professor." Harry understood Dumbledore's worries just now, but he felt more unspeakable confusion, as if he was in a fog.

"I will show you a few memories as usual later...Harry, maybe you can understand..." After snapping his fingers and automatically refilling Harry's drink, Dumbledore said sternly, "Don't worry about it now. These, we have more important things to talk about, Harry, have you completed the homework I assigned last time?"

"Ah," Harry suddenly remembered that because of the Quidditch match, Ron's poisoning, the Apparition class and Ellen's matters, as well as caring about Pansy and Snape... plus since the last time he questioned Slughorn The other party's guard against him... Dumbledore's question made Harry's heart sink. He turned his head and did not dare to look directly into Dumbledore's eyes. He looked at the pensieve on the table. There were two pensieves next to the meditation pot. Crystal bottle, inside are swirling memories.

Harry responded with a guilty conscience: "Professor, I asked Professor Slughorn several times, so much so that he was unwilling to talk to me. He was very resistant to recalling that incident, and there was no way I could get his memory. .”

There was silence in the principal's room for a moment.

"Oh," Dumbledore stared at Harry over the half-moon lenses of his spectacles, "So you've given up, right? I noticed that you have started spending all your energy on other things recently..."

"Uh." Harry was speechless and didn't know what to say. He was a little ashamed and found a reason for himself: "Uh... the day Ron accidentally took the love potion, the reason why I took him to Slug Professor Horn, just because I wanted to take advantage of the opportunity with Professor Slughorn, who refused to talk to me anymore, I thought maybe..."

"Did it work?" Dumbledore asked.

"Well, no, Professor...you know, I also caused Ron to be poisoned..."

"...Naturally, so you forgot about searching for memories. I didn't expect any other reaction, because your best friend was in danger...But once it was confirmed that Mr. Weasley would make a complete recovery, I thought you would look back. Do the homework I assigned... But you seem to be worrying about other things, such as having a passionate fight with Miss Weasley?... Harry... I have explained to you how important that memory is, in fact, I have tried my best to make you realize that It is the most critical memory. Without it, we would just waste time..."

A burning, needle-like feeling of shame spread from the top of Harry's head throughout his body. Dumbledore didn't raise his voice, there wasn't even anger in his words, but Harry would have preferred him to yell, and the cold disappointment hurt more than anything else.

"Professor," Harry explained a little desperately, "It's not that I don't care, I'm just distracted by other...other things..."

"Everything else is on your mind," Dumbledore finished for him, "I understand."

The two were silent again. This was the most embarrassing silence Harry had ever experienced around Dumbledore. It seemed to be endless, only occasionally hummed by the portrait of Armando Dippet above Dumbledore's head. Interrupted by snoring.

Harry had a strange feeling of smallness, as if he had shrunk after entering the room. He couldn't stand it anymore, so he said: "Professor Dumbledore, I'm really sorry...I should have thought that if it wasn't really important, you You won’t ask me to do it...I promise that I will get it with all my heart.”

"I'm very grateful for this, Harry..." Dumbledore stroked his long beard and sighed when he saw that Harry was still a little confused, "...sometimes if you want to successfully achieve your goal, you need more than just It takes effort, and we also need some luck... Well... Harry, I think you can go to Professor Snape and ask him for some Felixir, and I will tell Severus to let him cooperate with you..."

"Professor, there is no need to trouble Snape. I think... Oh, I mean there is no need to trouble Professor Snape..." Hearing Snape's name, Harry shook his head subconsciously and refused, and then he suddenly thought of what he had planned before. He planned as a joke, "I think... I can borrow a Felixir from Hermione. As you know, in the first Potions class this year, Professor Slughorn rewarded Hermione with a bottle of Felixir. She probably wouldn't use it normally..."

"So may I hope that you plan to move this matter forward?" Bledo looked at Harry from his hooked nose.

"I will, Professor." Harry pursed his lips tightly. Although Dumbledore didn't have any words of accusation, this quiet disappointment made his heart heavier.

"Then let's not talk about this anymore... You still remember our last story, Harry?" Dumbledore's tone became more friendly, and his hand swept across the pensieve and memory bottle on the table, " These two memories are very precious, because so few people can provide us with memories of the adult Voldemort...In fact, I once doubted whether there was a living person besides himself who could tell us in detail about his departure from Hogwarts. Life afterward.”

"As you may have guessed, he was promoted to seventh grade with the best grades in every exam. The classmates around him were thinking about what career they would pursue after graduation. Almost everyone thought that Tom Riddle would have an amazing career. He has made great achievements. He is a prefect, president of the student union, a top student, and has received special commendations from the school and the Order of Merlin. He is charming and popular with most students and professors. He also leads a group he established in the school called Wall. The small organization of the Knights of Puthus is now called Death Eaters..." Dumbledore finished speaking about Voldemort's excellence skillfully, then took a sip of his drink and continued. "I know that several teachers, including Professor Slughorn, suggested that he join the Ministry of Magic and were willing to introduce him to it, but he refused them all... Later, the teachers learned that he went to Borgin and Burke's Black magic shop working.”

This familiar description made Harry very uneasy, and he changed the subject: "Bogin and Bork?"

"I think you still remember what Tom revealed in those previous memories...Although the Gunter family is old, it is of little help to Tom. If he was born in an orphanage and wants to continue to gain some knowledge after graduation, I don't think so. There is no place more suitable for him than this place... I regret that Hogwarts did not hide a lot of too dangerous knowledge at the time..." Dumbledore picked up a small sparkling crystal bottle next to the pensieve, He tapped the bottle with his wand, and the cork flew out. He poured the swirling memory into the pensieve: "This memory comes from a very old house elf, her name is Hao Qi. Her owner is a There was an old, very wealthy witch named Hepzibah Smith... After this incident, I managed to get hold of Hao Qi's memory."

Harry stood up, leaned over the rippling silver substance in the stone basin, and entered his memory.

In a richly decorated room, the orange flames at the tips of the three candles burning on the candlesticks were dancing happily. Harry found that his sight had become much shorter, and then he realized that he was through the candle hidden aside. of a house elf looking at something.

"Thank you for bringing me flowers...How do you know my favorite variety? You spoil me, an old lady..." An old female voice sounded, with a sense of injustice in her tone. She picked up the shiny and delicate flower. The tea that flows out of the pure white teapot changes from colorless to purple-red immediately after being poured into the cup, emitting a dense mist.

"I've said it hundreds of times... The store used you too hard. You've been looking a little abnormally pale lately... Just eat whatever you want..." A very plump old woman asked the house elf to A plate of snacks was placed in front of a young wizard. She was wearing a gorgeous red and purple robe and an exquisite ginger wig on her head.

Harry guessed that this must be Mrs. Hepzibah Smith, the mistress of the house elf Hooch.

Hepzibah picked up the cup of tea and offered it to the young man opposite him: "What's the excuse for coming to see me, a boring old woman, this time?"

The young man took the tea cup gracefully and didn't pay attention to the old lady taking the opportunity to touch him. He just leaned on the chair with his straight back and raised his head, but the smile he always maintained was a little more mechanical.

Harry realized that the young wizard was Voldemort who had graduated from Hogwarts and was still Tom Marvolo Riddle. At this time, he and Harry had seen the notebook in the second-year Chamber of Secrets incident. There have been some changes in the handsome male student council president. He looks more mature and handsome. His well-tended black hair is neatly combed to the right into a three-quarter length. His cheeks are sunken but his facial features are more mature. Three-dimensional, wearing an indigo shirt, neatly buttoned to the neck, wearing a dark green single-breasted suit vest that fits his figure, showing an old-school pure-blood style in his movements.