All things are three at Hogwarts

Author's note: Allen broke the law of secrecy. Everyone knows that the prototype of the idea comes from the first generation Dark Lord Grindelwald, but reading the comments on Reform Education, it seems that no readers have noticed that it actually comes from the second generation Dark Lord Voldemort when he was young. Ideal... Although Voldemort is different from Allen who really wants to popularize knowledge and create a Renaissance in the wizarding world. Voldemort just has another purpose. But in fact, Allen's inspiration for this educational reform concept does come from the mysterious man's persistence in teaching in the original work. In a sense, I wrote the protagonist with the intention of letting him complete some goals that the previous two generations of Dark Lords failed to accomplish. I used the ideas that existed in the original world to create and see what this direction will become. world.

"Harry, I know what you are thinking. This next memory..." Dumbledore's eyes were rarely confused. "Actually, it is the reason why I told you before that I hold my current position."

Harry clenched his fists and wanted to say something, but was stopped by Dumbledore who stretched out a palm and poured the last bottle of memory into the Pensieve. "We'll talk about it after reading this last memory. This is my memory."

Harry stepped into the Pensieve again and landed in the office they had just left. However, in his memory, Dumbledore seemed to be waiting for something, and he looked much younger. His two hands were also intact, which made him He looks handsome and energetic, unlike Dumbledore who is now sluggish.

However, the weather outside the window was the opposite. The light blue snowflakes in my memory were drifting past the window in the darkness, accumulating on the windowsill outside. There was a knock on the door.

Voldemort knocked on the door and walked in. Harry was so frightened that he almost screamed.

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

"Good evening, Tom." Dumbledore said easily without any surprise, "Have a seat, would you like a glass of wine?"

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

"Long time no see Tom, so why did you come to see me?" Dumbledore sat back on the principal's chair and took a comfortable sip of wine.

Voldemort leaned back in his chair, shaking the wine glass in his hand: "They no longer call me Tom, now I am called..."

"I know what you are called, but to me as a teacher, you will always be Tom Riddle." Dumbledore raised his glass as if to toast Voldemort, but Voldemort made no move and remained expressionless. Lido could only take a sip by himself, "Is this perhaps what makes teachers annoying? They never completely forget the original situation of their students."

"Is this why you never wanted to leave Hogwarts?" Voldemort's pale cheeks raised. "I've actually been wondering why you, a person who is often consulted by the Ministry of Magic and has been nominated as Minister of Magic twice, are willing to stay at Hogwarts?"

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

"I can still see... Once upon a time, I eagerly wanted to be a teacher. It was just that Professor Dippet said that I was too young to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Voldemort took a sip of his wine and just put down the glass. , "Now please allow me to return to this castle to teach. You know I have seen a lot and done a lot since I left here. I can teach your students things that they can't learn from other wizards... teach these students something... no the same…"

Harry looked up suddenly, and he exhaled a short and convulsive breath uncontrollably. He was confused and stuck there like a half piece of wood. Alan also said this.

"It's some magic that they shouldn't be allowed to learn... In fact, you shouldn't learn it either, Tom..." Dumbledore looked at Voldemort for a while and then said calmly, "Rumors about what you did have also spread. Your alma mater, Tom. I would be very sorry if they were half credible."

"Greatness causes jealousy, jealousy leads to resentment, and resentment breeds lies. You must understand this, Dumbledore." Voldemort's eyes seemed to be burning red, "It is powerful magic! My experiment may have pushed magic to an unprecedented level!" "

At this time, Voldemort gave Harry a completely different feeling than before, let alone Allen. His expressionless facial muscles, abnormally pale skin, and red eyes made him look completely lost. As elegant and flattering as ever.

"Some magic," Dumbledore corrected him calmly, "some... but on others you are still... with all due respect... woefully ignorant."

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

"The old argument," he said softly, "but, Dumbledore, I have seen nothing in the world that proves your famous point: love is more powerful than my kind of magic."

"Maybe you're looking in the wrong place." Dumbledore reminded, "If you understand the power of faith like love..."

"So, where else is more suitable for me to start this new research than here... than Hogwarts...?" Voldemort followed Dumbledore's words, but his voice at this time was different from him. Lee had a completely different impression... He was so full of expectation that his voice went out of tune, "So Dumbledore, will you let me come back? Can you let me share what I have learned with your students? I will share my knowledge with your students. I will leave my talents to you and be at your command.”

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, "What about the people who actually obey your orders? Your Death Eaters, what about them?"

"My friends, they will continue to do it even without me." Voldemort's eyes flashed red, and his two slit-like nostrils widened.

"In the Pig's Head Bar? Nott, Rozier, Mulciber, Dolohov... they are really loyal friends..." Dumbledore sat up straight, "... let's get over it, you tonight Why come here with your Death Eaters and apply for a job that you and I both know you don't want?"

"You still know everything..." Voldemort sneered, "But don't 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 teach here any more than you did when you were eighteen, but you're still here. What are your intentions? ?Tom, why can't you be frank with me for once?"

"Is this your final decision?" Voldemort stood up after saying this.

"Yes" Dumbledore also stood up.

"It seems we have nothing to say." Voldemort's red eyes stared at Dumbledore's blue eyes with an angry look on his face.

"Without Tom," Dumbledore expressed deep sorrow, "the time for me to scare you with a burning wardrobe and force you to atone for your sins has long passed. But I still hope, Tom, I hope you..."

Harry's nerves were on edge. He was sure he saw Voldemort's hand suddenly move towards 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 grasp his arm again. Returning to the principal's office, Harry sat back on the chair, picked up the ice-cold lemon juice in front of him, and took a big gulp. Drinking this summer drink in unfavorable weather made the coolness contained in it rush to his forehead, which made him feel uncomfortable. Harry calmed down, and he tried hard to stop himself from thinking about it, but the thought couldn't help but pop up. Voldemort and Allen were different in many ways, but if you look at these aspects alone, they were really different from Allen. so similar.

"Harry, I think you can probably understand now..." Dumbledore looked at Harry in front of him and whispered, "Why do I have such an attitude towards Mr. Alan Harris trying to teach students that knowledge?"

"Yes, Professor..." Harry nodded silently, but did not give up on defending Allen, "But Allen is different from Voldemort. I know they are very similar, especially when they were young, but he and Voldemort There are also many differences! Voldemort is obviously mentally disturbed later on...and Alan wants to teach magic because he sincerely wants to do the good of the wizarding world."

"Yes, child." Dumbledore's pair of bright blue eyes sparkled behind his half-moon glasses. "Alan was born into a pure-blood family. Unlike Tom, he has enough conditions to acquire more knowledge and understand Horcruxes are bad for people. As long as he doesn't split his soul and make multiple Horcruxes like Tom, he won't end up in the same bad situation as Tom now... And as I told you before, Tom is obsessed It is a product of drugs, and the environment he was in when he was a child...this will cause problems for him to feel some emotions...but Allen is different."

"Professor, then why did you..." Harry was a little confused again, "I mean, if you agree to Alan's plan, I think the situation will be better with you supervising..."

"I can't do this, Harry." Dumbledore's voice began to be tired again, "I am already too old. Maybe Merlin only knows how long I can live. If I can be a few decades younger and still remain as enlightened as I am now. , maybe I will support Allen... But not now, Harry, I can only use my own method, the method that I think can ensure peace and stability to the greatest extent..."

"Professor Dumbledore, you..."

"I think you can understand my difficulty now..." Dumbledore raised his dark hand to stop Harry: "When I was young, I was too... tough, especially when it came to dealing with Tom. After meeting him in kindergarten, I adopted a vigilant attitude of resistance towards him... so much so that I forgot my identity as a teacher... As a result, you can also see... In a sense, Tom has now become In this way...I also became one of the promoters..."

"No, Professor! If it were me, I would definitely have to face someone like Voldemort..."

Dumbledore sighed: "So after using this attitude towards Tom, I found that it failed... When I noticed again, in my limited life, this was the third time I encountered such an amazing genius. hour…"

At this time, Dumbledore's tone and demeanor made Harry feel more sincere than ever before.

"How should I treat him? Harry? When I was in the lower grades, I asked Flitwick to guide him to get more exposure to team sports like Quidditch, and then give extra points to Ravenclaw House. There was no ambiguity... I tried to create an environment for Alan Harris that I had never given Tom... and the situation was as good as I expected...

Later, Allen and I started to cooperate, and I gave him a more relaxed attitude... But in the end, he failed to resist the temptation and spent his time learning black magic. The latter magic should not be mastered by underage wizards. I think you have also seen the impact on his character...

Later, he even came up with the idea of ​​handing over these magics to everyone... Even if Harris has successfully resisted them now, even his character has undergone some changes. How dare I let him use this knowledge completely unscrupulously? Teach it to anyone?

Harry, as I just told you, I don't have time anymore...I have to take action to stop this situation..."

"Professor Dumbledore... you are too difficult..." Harry began to understand Dumbledore's point of view, but he hesitated and decided to ask the question that was difficult to ask before, "Professor, I have also heard from some pure-blooded people recently. The family, the children of the school directors, seem to be saying...will you support them this time in calling for Harris to be kicked out of the UK?"

"I have indeed had a lot of contact with them recently... Allen's speech said that these families are too forced..." Dumbledore rubbed his temples with his index finger, and then gave Harry a comforting smile, "But don't Worry about Harry, like I said, I won't deal with Alan the same way I dealt with Tom, they are different after all, and I won't make the same mistake again and push Alan to that point, that would be a disservice to everyone. It is a terrible result... I will leave him enough room and a way out. The security and stability of the UK also require such a strong Ministry of Magic under the control of Harris... I have no intention of interfering with Huo Regarding the adult wizards outside Gwarts School, if they choose to go to the Ravenclaw Temple to study... I have no control over it and I have no energy to do so..."