The Mysterious Return of Hogwarts

"You don't seem happy to see me?"

Sitting on the old guest sofa, Dumbledore smiled.

"You are not a gold galleon."

Neo stretched out his right index finger and put a cup of black tea on the opposite side of the coffee table. Seeing this familiar posture, Dumbledore was still sitting calmly on the sofa, but he suddenly felt that he was no longer thirsty.

"What, Neo, do you like Jin Gallon very much?"

"...Okay, let's end the boring pleasantries. Let's talk about how our principal, who is busy maintaining his great reputation, has time today to visit me...a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts who has not yet joined the job?"

Neo rubbed his nose. He had indeed placed a curse on the teacup. Dumbledore's behavior of not touching the teacup made him feel...satisfied. This impulsive old guy had finally regained some of his vigilance.

Neo frowned when he thought of the old man's stupid actions at the Resurrection Stone and at the bottom of the Black Lake. Was a white wizard with profound knowledge unwilling to sacrifice the life of a house elf, or had he forgotten that the Fire Curse could still be used? Boil water?

Neo understood that the old wizard had a death wish, and he was really using his life to cultivate his heir, if Harry Potter could afford it.

But Neo didn't want this old man to die too soon.

Because of Voldemort's identity, Neo admires his deeds, appreciates his character, and regrets his ending... How is that possible?

It's just that because Dumbledore wasn't ready to dissect him yet, Neo didn't want the old man to die too quickly.

"Such impatience is inconsistent with Slytherin's usual calm style..."

"You said it was Slytherin House, not me, Slytherin. Why do you think that a wizard who ran away from home because of disagreements with his ideas would be a calm person?"

Neo was impatient.

"If...I mean, if you really don't have anything important to say, I have to check the wand he just made for a stupid boy. Look, not everyone is like you and lives the identity of a wizard. The Riddler."

"So, you are really keen on alchemy. Well, if another old friend of mine is here, maybe you can be more patient when you speak. Little Neo, can I call you that?"

"As you wish."

Neo almost took out the [Insect Killer]. He finally understood why Tom hated this old man.

"As long as you don't say this title in front of me, I don't understand. Is Mr. Slytherin some kind of shameful word? Why can't you use it?"

"Okay, no way." Dumbledore was still smiling. He was that age, so when chatting with him, it was always others who were helpless.

"Let's get back to business..."

He started to get straight to the point.

"Neo, I informed the professors at Hogwarts about your appointment. Then, someone raised objections to me. I have to talk to you..."

"Objection, who?"

Neo narrowed his eyes. He didn't care whether he could be a professor, but if you refused directly at that time, just like you refused Tom in person, then I wouldn't have any emotions.

But how long has it been? For such a ridiculous reason... I have written more than ten pages of notes on the planning of the restricted book area of ​​Hogwarts!

"It's our Mr. Snape, Professor McGonagall and several other professors. They think you are still too young..."

Neo admired Dumbledore's ability to talk nonsense. He gritted his teeth with a sarcastic look on his face.

"I feel that at my age, I may not be the headmaster of Hogwarts, but at least I can take care of myself and not be stabbed in the belly by a stupid wild boar in the jungle. I thought that if I could do this, I would be qualified to be the headmaster of Hogwarts." The Defense Against Magic class is taught!"

"Have you found a more suitable person to replace me? That would be great. I will start preparing for the alchemy class tonight."

Dumbledore shook his head naturally.

"Of course not. I firmly support your appointment as Defense Against the Dark Arts professor... However, you have to consider the opinions of the school professors, so in the opinion of an old man, if you can introduce yourself to Professor Snape, Show your strengths, then..."

"I have to go to an interview, right?"

This is really strange. Neo remembers that no matter it was in the past or in the future, this course was something that anyone could take on. How could it be put in his place, with such twists and turns?

Could it be that fate is plotting against me?

"You're right to understand that. I'm really sorry. I didn't expect things to turn out like this."

Dumbledore looked apologetic and pretended to be real.

"Well, I refuse. I hated this course from the beginning. After all, it was cursed..."

Dumbledore suddenly interjected:

"Speaking of curses, I think Neo, you are also very familiar with this field. I didn't know you were familiar with the Defense Against the Dark Arts class..."

Neo responded coldly: "There is no way, whoever touches it will be unlucky. You should understand that even a small curse will turn into something difficult after successfully cursing dozens of senior wizards." …”

"But I thought your calmness when you agreed to my invitation was not just an act..."

Dumbledore was a little surprised.

"I am different from those mediocre people."

Yes, I am the source of the curse, and it has little effect on me.Of course, this cannot be said directly, so Neo was more tactful.

"When I say mediocre, I mean all the professors at Hogwarts School, yes, including you, Principal Dumbledore."

Neo stretched out his right index finger again and pushed the black tea cup on the coffee table until it almost fell off the table.

"I'm not interested in the interview. You can take this cup of tea back. I heard that Professor Snape is a master of potion. You can let him try the taste of this cup of tea. By the way, a friendly reminder, just like the last cup, don't Just touch it with your hands... By the way, did you solve the last cup?"

"of course."

Dumbledore responded matter-of-factly.

"Of course...resolved?"

Neo looked at Dumbledore in confusion. Although he used ten powers on the cup, he didn't even have a wand at the time, so the power of the spell shouldn't be very strong.

"Goodbye then."

Dumbledore waved his wand, and the teacup floated behind him. The old man walked outside. With a crisp cry, red flames flashed, and he disappeared through the door.

The sun began to restore the temperature, and Nagini crawled from the floor to Neo's knees. It stretched its neck until it was close to Neo's ear, and then it made a hissing sound.

Neo sighed.

"Yes, he doubted me, but I don't want to kill him... magic... is too mysterious. I really can't explore it by myself..."

Neo sank his head into the sofa, sinking deeply into it, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"I hope that all the old times can get rid of their ignorance and continue to carry their civilization...exist...until the day I get tired of it."