The Mysterious Return of Hogwarts

Dumbledore sat back on the chair. He looked much quieter than Fudge, but it was the old man's calm gaze that kept Tom, who came in last, standing at the door. He would not take another step forward without even looking. Neo's eyes were filled with suspicion.

He thought Neo wanted to do something to him.

Such a stupid idea shouldn't have come up. He agreed and followed Neo to the Ministry of Magic. It can be seen that in his previous thinking, he had already let go of his distrust of Neo. But who asked the old man Dumbledore to be there? Are you still looking at him with such an expression?

The room fell into silence for a moment.

"Time has not only made your magic stronger, but your thinking has also become so wise that I am surprised. Principal Dumbledore, I am even more happy with my decision to bring Tom here today. Otherwise, no matter how well this child hides, he will be dead sooner or later." It will work under your wand."

"Oh, he's really Tom?"

Dumbledore seemed to believe Tom's identity.

"Okay, I don't think a professor would be able to recognize his own students, especially a student like Tom who is so outstanding that you will never forget him for the rest of your life. Let you meet him. I just want to tell you that when I work at Hogg While Woz is teaching, this kid will take over the arrangements for me to stay in the magic world to a certain extent. Don’t worry, he can’t seize my power and mess up the magic world into a path that neither of us expects to see.”

"It's just that he is the most suitable person I recognize, and what makes me happy is that once he has an accident one day, I will know what sneaky villains are behind his back, trying to harm me. ."

Dumbledore didn't have the slightest idea of ​​being offended when he heard this. He chuckled. This was the kindness he had never shown to Neo since that night's duel. This made Neo unconsciously wary.

"I kind of want to know how many of you are there in the UK, Neo?"

"I can only say that I was not the first to wake up after that incident."

The first one has been swallowed by me. If Neo doesn't lie, he can't tell everything.

"So, this is how you arranged my freedom, allowing me to stand up and help you face your insidious plan!"

Tom was a little angry. Sure enough, this 'me' has never had any good intentions. Why am I so naive as to believe the devil's promise? He couldn't help but feel annoyed. Although he was only 16 years old, Tom had forgotten that countless evil natures had long since How could he become a good person at the age of 26 or 36?

"I don't understand what makes you so dissatisfied with me. Are those dangers just my business? Are you not Voldemort?"

Neo laughed at Tom's childishness.

"But you just said that I have never done anything evil. Yes, that's right. What does the problem of the wizarding world have to do with me, a new person who just appeared!"

"Oh, are you saying that you didn't have a choice before, but now you want to be a good person?"

Neo himself does not dare to say that he is a good person. Nobility has nothing to do with wizards. It is a personality beloved by religious believers and dumb Muggles. The self-definition that wizards pursue should always be mysterious, powerful, and knowledgeable... ....Chasing power is a waste of time. If we don’t use power to quickly replace resources, wouldn’t it be completely putting the cart before the horse?

Neo has always had a contemptuous attitude towards the Death Eaters, because they have not yet created a value that he recognizes, but they have always had a guaranteed value, lying on the experimental table set up by Dobby.

He is a capitalist who values ​​short-term benefits, and his current plan for the Death Eaters is based on this idea: You have to satisfy me quickly, and time determines my patience.

Those that can directly contribute wealth are allowed to exist.

Those that can create labor value are also allowed to exist.

Of course, the duration is Neo's current patient cycle.

Many old Death Eaters in Azkaban who had the keys to Gringotts taken away were worried that their masters would attack them once they used up the gold galleons accumulated by their ancestral families.

All we can say is that their guess was quite accurate.

Even the innocent poor people, Neo never wanted to let them go, let alone Tom, a not-innocent person who was so deeply involved with himself?

Snowflakes in an avalanche, water drops in a torrent, the relationship between Tom and Neo is much more important than this.

"Since you are naturally consistent with me in identity, our fate will not let you go easily. It is cold and just. I would like to see how it will concoct me from another perspective, and whether Voldemort can defeat me." Death, controlling your destiny, you are also an experiment, maybe aren’t you?”

Neo looked past Tom towards Dumbledore.

"Principal Dumbledore should understand what I said, so I will re-examine my bottom line today. Within the vows I made, everyone may be safe forever, but if you take the initiative to provoke problems, I will also be happy to accept it. , I gradually fell in love with people who did not follow the rules, as if my time had not passed too long."

"That's all I want to discuss. Minister of Magic, do you understand?"

.......

"So, why is my wand so suitable for me? It is as obedient as my fingers. Could it be that it has put some kind of spell on my brain?"

Nagini and Draco walked out of Ollivander's Wand Shop together, and the girl raised the wand in her hand doubtfully.

Thanks to Neo telling her about the tricks of Tom's phoenix tail feather wand, the girl's interest in owning a wand was not only half as fun, but also filled with a hint of conspiracy theory fear.

"Isn't it true? Is there any wizard who is surprised that his arm has been extended? Has anyone ever peeled off his own wand and studied this kind of thing?"

"How is it possible? Why should we be surprised that the wand is so easy to use? Isn't it the way it should be? Otherwise, why would we give that old man Ollivander gold Galleons?"

Draco laughed endlessly at Nagini's childish common sense questions. He was already 11 years old and was basically immune to things that only children were curious about. At this time, he just wanted to go to the next store and see more interesting shopping.

"Don't mention these words in front of outsiders, they will make people laugh!"

He didn't understand that magic required simple and honest questioning, so since Neo became a human, Nagini has been deliberately guiding her to retain her initial buds on magic, and often let the other party watch his experimental research, allowing her to express her opinions and opinions. Opinions, no matter how ridiculous those opinions were, he would seriously ask Nagini about the motivation for raising the question and the previous thinking process... This is a way of comparative thinking, trying to figure out one's own path from an alternative perspective, and it is also An indulgence of innocence.

In this comparison, Nagini felt that she had been perfunctory. Draco lacked the respect that Neo had when facing her. Perhaps it was the weird temperament of the reptile left in her body that affected her. Nagini narrowed her eyes. Eye.

"Draco, you're making me a little angry..."

Nagini took off the snakeskin gloves on her hands and gently placed her fingers on the boy's shoulders.

"Ah, what...No, Dad!"