The Mysterious Return of Hogwarts

"Putting aside the advanced skills of wandless spellcasting, it is an interesting and exquisite change of form. No third-year student at Hogwarts can do it better than you."

Dumbledore is qualified to make such a comment. After all, he was Tom Riddle’s Transfiguration professor when he was a student at Hogwarts.

How could Neo forget this, but he still chose to show his ideas through transformation, and as for being reduced to a third-grade level, haha.

"It's your turn, Principal Dumbledore. I hope you can show me what amazing Transfiguration skills the fourth-year students at Hogwarts have."

This is an invitation to a duel.

Dumbledore finally understood. He frowned but smiled, seemingly helpless at a child's immature question.

"They will begin to learn about life shapeshifting, turning a mouse into a cup, or a cup into a dwarf..."

The old man stretches out a finger and touches his eponymous figure. Next, it turns into Neo Slytherin holding a notebook and swimming comically in the black tea pool.

A change occurred on the saucer. However, Dumbledore's calm eyes immediately showed a trace of anger, and his white brows stretched, but with an air of air-conditioning.

"Dark magic, head-hanging curse."

There was no swimming, and the body of a child with his head cut off was floating in the blood-colored pool.

Of course, Tom's previous achievements in transfiguration were no better than Dumbledore's, and Professor McGonagall's level was one level above him. That was not Tom's path.As Dumbledore said, his material form changes only reached the excellent level of a third-year student, so Neo also added some skills to the second-generation Dark Lord's life on the teacup, such as curses.

The life-killing Hanging Curse was mixed into the transformation by Neo and released together. As long as Dumbledore transformed his life, no matter what he transformed, he would be beheaded by this curse.

"Clap clap."

Neo clapped his hands twice: "Excellent transformation technique, what next?"

"Slytherin...is this Slytherin, treating black magic as fun, angering an old man with terrible evil, kid, you are only 11 years old."

Dumbledore murmured, looking at Neo with a blank look, as if through his appearance, he saw the appearance of another person: the one who hanged in the room of Wu's Orphanage in the summer of 1938. Boy with a cat.

That time, Dumbledore lit a wardrobe on fire and made the weak orphan listen obediently to his talk about justice and fairness. He felt that he had saved a child and prevented him from embarking on a twisted path.

As a result, Tom learned that oppression of the weak is the norm in society, whether Muggles or wizards.

And - Power comes from wands and fire.

Neo and Tom also hated the look in Dumbledore's eyes at this time. It was a kind of regret, which often meant that mistakes had been made and something good could never be undone.

Tom's pride would be stung by this look.

Neo felt that this old man wanted to give him a lecture online, but on the test paper of life, Albus Dumbledore, your score will not be much higher than Tom!

"Stupid, what you should do now is try to dispel this black magic effect."

Neo covered his head, "Why do the professors at Hogwarts like to discuss morality so much instead of magic? Are you a Muggle school?"

Dumbledore came back to his senses in a trance. He felt that he was indeed paranoid. The contrast between an immature child and being so proficient in black magic probably shook his sanity.

Actually no, because Neo has made more progress than Tom. He has recently learned a few tricks of soul science, from his own death, resurrection rituals in the cemetery, Horcruxes, Gaunt's ring and other objects.

Dumbledore, who hadn't noticed this yet, turned his gaze to the bloody saucer again, but the old man's eyes slowly blurred. He was sure that he saw the figure he longed for most, a child who also fell in a pool of blood. younger sister.

"Ariana...."

Neo looked at the world's top Legilimency master across from him, how easily his mind was affected by the inferior black magic that was imitated from the Resurrection Stone, and he almost laughed angrily.

He slapped the tea cup away, and the broken porcelain and black tea were splashed on the expensive carpet.

"Dumbledore, you've disappointed me a little. Is this how you treat magic?"

Neo had a moment just now where he wanted to hit Dumbledore with the Avada Kedavra. He found that the probability of hitting it was quite high. Unfortunately, his killing intent was probably not enough because the scene was too funny. .

He took a deep breath and warned himself repeatedly.

"Killing Dumbledore for the longer term is a waste of resources."

"Oh..."

Dumbledore's throat twitched, and he finally woke up suddenly, but muddy tears had already slipped from the corners of his eyes to his cheeks.He didn't know that he had enjoyed the dual Horcrux treatment of a Resurrection Stone and a Slytherin Locket in advance, but he accepted his aging with some shame.

In this regard, Principal Dumbledore never shied away from others.

“Ever since I turned a hundred years old, I felt that sooner or later I would be blinded by vain praise. However, I thought that what would embarrass me would be a weird flavor of multi-flavor beans, or that I would not be able to remember what I should be doing. Why don't you take the time to put on your shoes, kid, I have to praise you, you are an out-and-out genius in black magic, you almost caught up with some of my old friends."

Neo found that the other party finally faced him with an equal and patient attitude, and he also retracted his hand from the [Insect Killer].

"Thank you for the compliment. Of course, I don't want to ask your old friends where they are dying now or which cell they are imprisoned in Azkaban..."

"Although I think that in terms of pure darkness and evil, I am far behind the two famous Dark Lords in Europe, but people will always think that I am still young and will make greater progress in the future... This way Reasons that encourage me to look beyond these two idiots... Yes, I feel like they have dedicated their lives to tirelessly creating fear and that's it."

"But life tells us that it is difficult to be alone and disconnected from society. I especially understood this when I saw the admission letter that annoyed me so much, so..."

Neo crossed his palms and lifted his chin and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I want to be a professor at Hogwarts."

"Principal Albus Dumbledore, please test whether this idea is qualified... Of course, the self-introduction just now does not count. Dark magic is just something I have to learn due to some objective factors... You Understand, my surname is Slytherin...so, you need to know more about my other talents, yes, more..."

A thick notebook was thrown in front of Dumbledore with a bang.