The Mysterious Return of Hogwarts

"You may have some warm words, but in my eyes, they are all unqualified products to be processed."

Sure enough, Neo didn't say "They are flowers, they are the future" or any other words that were not in line with the Dark Lord's character.

"Over the years, I have seriously thought about the past. In the past, I relied on Death Eaters to pursue my goals. As you all know, when I fell, the castle collapsed quickly without even a speck of dust being thrown up."

He also made a gesture, simply relaxing his four fingers, and the image of Hogwarts constructed by magic in the air immediately collapsed.

"So, I have to change my mind!"

Neo cheered up, and when he said these words, McGonagall and Moody also suppressed their heartbeats, and even Dumbledore narrowed his eyes. What they were about to hear might be Voldemort's latest conspiracy.

"To achieve our ideals, we must involve the next generation who are more thoughtful and have more time. As you know, I can live for a long, long time, which allows me to plan this matter calmly."

"In this way, I want to enter your hall, put on the same teacher's uniform as you, teach your students, show my thoughts in front of them, open my way, no matter what magic spell I have, I can't do it. Be stingy so that..."

"That's enough!" McGonagall was the first to pull out the wand, but this time, Neo noticed the fear in her eyes, which she did not have when she faced his spell before or Dumbledore's blood.

"Ho..." Moody also refreshed his understanding of the Dark Lord.

He naively thought that it was some hidden treasure or dark magic book in Hogwarts that caught this man's attention, making him want to sneak in and seize it, but he did not expect that what he really wanted was so incredible.

"...so that the new wizards will no longer be ignorant, lazy, and confused, and can truly devote themselves to magic...and let the truth from generation to generation return to us from the passage of time."

Neo continued what he had interrupted.

But the atmosphere in the corridor was already tormentingly quiet.

"Is this your purpose, to teach magic?"

Dumbledore is indeed an old-school mainstay who has seen the storm. Although he also feels that Neo's ambition is so crazy, in principle, this is a confrontation of ideas.

He was completely sad. Voldemort who had such thoughts could not be easily erased from his body to his soul.

This old man seemed to see various futures emerging before his eyes.

Tonight, he killed Neo, but one day, younger wizards will find history from the pile of old papers, and they will inevitably raise questions. It will not be a question about the victory of justice over evil, but a question about ideals and the future. , “Will our reckless pursuit of dreams be blocked or even strangled by the elderly as being untimely?”

After Grindelwald was imprisoned, who said racism disappeared? It just became deeper and stronger.

However, if no restrictions are placed on Neo, what will the future be like? Bad, evil, sick... As long as light exists, is darkness really indelible?

"Then make a promise, if you dare."

Dumbledore's sharp gaze seemed to penetrate Neo's body and look directly into his will.

"Clumsy words, but why didn't I agree?"

Neo raised his hand, but thought of something.

"I know you have already made an unbreakable oath... If you make it again, the constraints of fate will not be balanced. In some cases, it is possible that I will only be unilaterally restrained, which makes me a little bit deficit......"

Dumbledore heard what Neo meant and just shook his head.

"It's not with me. My lifespan won't limit you for long. Come with me..." He straightened his robe and wiped away the blood on his right hand until his image returned to a decent and beautiful appearance. Name the destination: "No. 4 Privet Drive, you know that place."

The flames of the phoenix ignited, and Dumbledore had already left first.

Shrugging, Neo looked at the other two people on the field. Mag and Moody were not just hostile to him, but more of a malicious desire to erase his existence from their souls.

"Wish you guys good luck."

But Neo always reciprocates kindness.

He grabbed Dobby's hand and gave it a spatial message. The elf didn't know that he was about to see his idol. He just waved his wand tremblingly, and the two of them immediately appeared on a quiet street.

Little Whinging is a middle-class community in the UK. It is quiet and peaceful, but the atmosphere is always broken by some people who don't know why. Neo feels sorry for this.

He walked forward along the street. Dumbledore was already standing under a bright streetlight. This was the second time he came to this place. He was not supposed to be here. He felt no more guilty about this address than Tom did about it. He has little hatred, and it was his wrong decision-making that single-handedly caused this child's sadness.

Seeing Neo coming alone, Dumbledore looked to the side at the Dursleys. He immediately saw Harry huddled in the closet. The child was thin and pitiful.

"What a happy childhood."

Neo sighed.

Dumbledore frowned. He thought that even if he had no sympathy, Neo shouldn't be so coldly sarcastic in the face of the mistakes he had made. But he was quickly stunned because he saw a hint of anger in Neo's eyes. Crystal liquid flashed.

Dumbledore recalled that Tom's childhood seemed...

But he was wrong. Neo's emotion at this time was only because he thought of Harry Potter and his aunt, and he would eventually forgive her. One day in the future, happiness would heal his anger, and time would Taking away his hatred, at least this unstubborn child will definitely attend his aunt's funeral and send a bouquet of flowers to her grave.

And Neo will never have such a chance.

"He will gain the favor of the whole world to make up for all he has lost."

Neo seemed to have made this promise on behalf of something. Then, he felt that his emotions were calm enough when facing Harry, and he would be able to calmly bleed the child next time...

Empathy goes as quickly as it comes. At this time, Dumbledore had already opened the door of the Dursleys. He walked in first, took out a lighter, and flicked it, and the lights in the whole room turned on. shine a bright light.

Then he knocked politely on the closet door.

"Ahem...Harry Potter, kid, are you asleep?"

The people upstairs and downstairs suddenly remembered the noisy noise. Neo stood outside the door and watched. He knew that Dumbledore had not allowed him to enter the house for the time being, probably because he was afraid that he would curse the Muggles in the house. What a slur, and he wouldn't make Harry's future years more comfortable.

Finally, after Uncle Harry put down the gun, the fat man shouted: "Take him away quickly!"

Little Harry, who looked bewildered, was led out of the door by Dumbledore's hand. The old man did not forget to explain to the owner of the house: "In just a short while, we will bring him back safely..." ..”

Dursley looked livid.

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