The Mysterious Return of Hogwarts

"I swear, I will learn your magic..."

Watching Harry Potter's second vows being completed, Neo felt truly gratified that he had gained a pupil.

To be honest, he admires the ancient master-apprentice magic education the most. Of course, he does not know the relevant past in the British wizarding world. After all, Hogwarts has been established for nearly ten centuries, and history has long been washed away, leaving those legacy behind. Inheritance in the wilderness is squeezed into a thin and insignificant state.

But Neo is not a native of this world. In his mind, the educational models of wizards, such as the Seer Red Robe Wizards, the Boulder Sanlin Tower Society... they have already built a set of practices. The effective magic inheritance model allows apprentices to always live on the edge of poverty, fear, and death, living a life of asceticism that is worse than the experimental materials.

The apprentices who have been trained (tortured) in this way will always remember the true meaning of magic and have lofty aspirations for the identity of wizards.

It is by no means comparable to those low-powered warlocks who grow wildly and even waste their talents in today's free and loose atmosphere.

Neo sighed. In today's Hogwarts, I don't know how many young wizards who should have achieved brilliant achievements have been ruined by teachings. They should welcome their professor from the bottom of their hearts to correct their twisted branches and straighten them. Their crooked bones cut out from their minds some of the thoughts that interfered with their stay in the magic tower.

"Finally, Neo, you must promise me not to harm wizards and Muggles again. As you said yourself, put your energy and goals into pursuing the true meaning of magic."

Dumbledore took a few breaths in thought. He must have thought about it for a long time. This is the most important oath today.

"What is harm, Dumbledore, can you tell me the definition of this word?"

The oath is sacred, it binds the soul. You can deceive with words, but you cannot lie when facing the soul. If according to Dumbledore, Neo really said such words, it would affect many of his future magical researches. will cause adverse effects.

"Don't take other people's lives, don't hurt their feelings and souls, Neo...or Tom, I don't know what turned you into what you are today...but, even if you There is still a part of your cold heart that is warm. You should repent of your sins. Even if you only repent a little, this is not unacceptable. No one will forgive you for this. I only hope that you You can understand this yourself..."

Dumbledore sighed. He did this while still thinking about the prophecy in his mind. The child who could kill Tom was placed in Tom's sight. He could only use everything he had to figure out what the future would be like. Guided.

"I swear I will be a good person and always be compassionate."

Neo sputtered out a much shorter sentence than Dumbledore expected, but it was good, and Dumbledore thought Neo would refuse.

After being tied with the third golden thread, Neo immediately let go of his hand. He gave up the right to let Harry say the third oath. Dumbledore didn't know why he was so generous, but Harry thought that , it was this evil man's fingers that were almost burnt to coke that scared him. In short, Neo didn't feel that he had to be treated fairly by others. He was a very kind person, wasn't he?

"Then, that's it. I'm going back to prepare teaching materials for the next semester. Principal Dumbledore, I hope the office you prepared for me will be more spacious..."

Neo waved his damaged right hand. He couldn't wait to go back and write a few magic books and put the "Fire Curse" into the first grade textbook. He didn't have any evil thoughts, but Draco, the kid, was facing When you are Harry, you have to have some means of self-protection, right?

Finally, he glanced at Harry, who was still staring at him like an owl.

"Also, my dear student, there is still a long time before school starts. I hope you can make good use of it. If you have any doubts about learning magic, you are welcome to ask me for advice at any time. My address is Dumbledore The principal has..."

Harry looked disgusted. The reason he agreed to the oath was just to make Neo pay more. He didn't think he really wanted to learn the other party's vicious knowledge.

A line of black smoke disappeared from sight, and Dumbledore patted Harry, whose face was especially tear-stained. Today was not easy for the child. He felt guilty, just like the first time in 80 years. When he came to this street, he was touched by the same emotions as James and Lily's tragedy.

He always failed to protect the young ones.

"Harry, I'm sorry for getting you involved in this matter. I originally thought it was something you would face when you grow up."

These dry words moved Harry, who was in pain today, to cry again. He clutched Dumbledore's moon-white robe tightly.

"Woooo..."

This was the first time in his sad life that he was so sad.

......

In the Slytherin cabin, Lucius Malfoy stood in the middle of the living room. He did not sit down on the sofa. One of the two chairs was pitifully old, and the other was always occupied by the owner of the room. He was not Quirrell, a conscious and considerate loyal servant, dared to enjoy this honor, so at this moment he was just staring at the ashes in the fireplace in a daze.

"Master...it's time to come back from Hogwarts."

"What are you worried about? With Master Neo's power, will there be any accidents?"

Quirrell, who was also standing aside, said loudly. Even Nagini could see his guilty conscience. This young man was cast a shadow curse by Dumbledore. If there is such a curse... Quirrell Gritting his teeth nervously, he wanted to say something, but Lucius fell silent again, so he couldn't speak, which would make him look incompetent.

Tuk Tuk.

The sound of footsteps came from outside the door. Neo took Dobby back to the hut. The door was pushed open by the elf. The two people in the room turned back instantly. Lucius was still holding the wand.

"Relax, it's me."

Neo walked straight to the familiar sofa and sat down. He was indeed tired, and the hideous scars on his face were clearly visible to the two servants.

"Oh! Dumbledore..."

"Quirinas, shut your mouth, please?"

Quirrell immediately covered his mouth, but his frightened eyes looked at Neo's face and the skinny black palm from time to time.Lucius, on the other hand, was much calmer. With the bad news that his master was back alive, the scars could no longer move his face.

"I know you feel sorry for my injury, but this was not caused by Dumbledore. He was worse off than me. Even if my curse is expelled, that right hand will be infected with the plague again from time to time within half a year... ..”

Under the light, he raised the charcoal-like palm and moved it slightly, a burning magic power still remained in it.

"What a wonderful magic, purifying, burning, like the sun..."

"I have a bottle of good potion here..." Lucius took out a bottle of potion from his arms. His way of showing loyalty was never as cheap as Quirrell's. The good things he took out were real. of gold galleons.

"Oh, thank you, but no need. I want to let this curse stay. At least I have to wait until I have researched some key nodes before completely expelling it..."

Saying that, in order to calm the hearts of the two servants, Neo's dark magic washed over his palms. The flesh and blood visible to the naked eye grew and crackled, and the dead skin fell off. Half of his palms and two fingers returned to a healthy state, leaving only The lower half of his hand, which was still incomplete, was carefully observed by him.