The White Lord Professor at Hogwarts

It was a scene from a previous life. He was grading homework by the stove, his father was washing dishes in the kitchen, and his mother was watching TV leisurely, nagging a few words to propose marriage from time to time.

Seeing this, Ricardo's first reaction was to be on guard. After all, scenes from his previous life appeared for no reason, and it was hard not to suspect Legilimency.In addition, he had just suspected Legilimency master Dumbledore, and conspiracy theories immediately swirled in his mind.

Could it be that...Dumbledore is starting to control me?

But he soon calmed down.Legilimency is a difficult spell. The magic power and mental strength must be superior to the opponent's in order to obtain the opponent's memory without the opponent's consciousness.

But no matter what, mental power is Ricardo's biggest trump card. Even Voldemort's previous sneak attack did not really break through his defense. The memory of that black magic was shattered in the river of memory, so he had to learn this magic. .

Dumbledore's Legilimency could not be much stronger than Voldemort's, otherwise he would have known its weaknesses and destroyed all of Voldemort's Horcruxes.

Therefore, this should not be considered a trap, at least it is not Legilimency, but -

But on the other side, there is an alchemical realm with special effects.

Ricardo looked at the line of words again, Erisedstraehruoytubecafruoytonwohsi, it looked like Erisedstraehruoytubecafruoytonwohsi, the Mirror of Erised , but... what if you read it backwards?

"It shows us nothing more or less than the deepest, most desperated desire of our hearts."

"What I show is not your mirror image, but your heart's desire."

"So you're just a mirror image, man," Ricardo's mood improved, he sat down cross-legged, and curiously looked at the magic mirror in front of him.

"I'm still a little nostalgic..."

A glass of pumpkin juice appeared in Ricardo's hand. He took a small sip, looked at the warm scene in the mirror, and took a long breath.

There were a lot of things going on at that time. The leader wanted grades, the students were naughty, and the smiling faces of his colleagues did not necessarily mean good intentions. He got up early every day and worked hard to achieve results. He worked hard but often got angry...

But he had a family at that time.

My mother would nag, saying that your health is the most important thing and not to worry about things that are not related to your family. When you stayed up late, she would stand in front of him and yell at me to go to bed quickly. My father would light a cigarette and listen to him talk about his troubles in life, and she would not say a word until the end. It's not easy, but it's okay; he can listen to his father's snoring, eat his mother's night porridge, and be at ease at home as he pleases.

But now, he didn't dare to make a sound because he was afraid of being overheard; he didn't dare to cry because he was afraid that his mind's defenses would collapse and he would be legiliminated; he didn't dare to publicize the dangers he encountered in that game because he was afraid of being taken advantage of.

Now he will always be a loner, even his position is cursed, and he even has to risk everything to scream with the Dark Lord, living in the wandering heart and the darkness of his future.

He actually wanted to find someone to rely on, but unfortunately, as said in "Dangal", the world is full of illusions, but pain never lies.As an orphan, he must rely on himself, even if it means using the power of darkness.

Ricardo looked at the warmth in front of him and felt a little envious.

That's fake!A voice echoed in his ears.

I just want to see them.

Thanks to your two lifetimes as a human being, don’t you have this bit of concentration?That's fake!

I just want to see them.

You mudblood! That’s fake, that’s fake, that’s fake!!!

"You have to be a calm adult. Don't be emotional, don't secretly miss me, don't look back. Live your own other life. You have to be obedient, not all fish will live in the same sea."

Ricardo dully recited Haruki Murakami's famous quote, over and over again.

Until tears burst down my face.

I know that the past is false and memories are a road of no return.I know that when you open a door in front of you, the escape route behind you is gone forever.I know it all.

But let me be willful just once.In the future, I will have a long road ahead, experience more things, and face everything alone. Those memories huddled at home will slowly fade away in time, will slowly become blurred, and will slowly be forgotten. Forget.

——Before that, let me take a good look at them, okay?

Ricardo put down the cup, sat on the ground with his hands and knees, and stared blankly at the once ordinary place, indulged and sober, happy and sad, and the blood in his pupils gradually disappeared.

I really miss them... I miss them so much...

……

"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."

A cold voice broke the peace of the classroom. Ricardo stood up, holding a wand and staring at the mirror in front of him.

"I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation for peeping."

He raised his wand, as if he was going to blow the mirror into pieces if he said anything.

"It seems that your spiritual power is extremely powerful." Dumbledore walked out of the air and said.

At this time, his smile was gone, and his expression was a bit serious, with a seriousness that Ricardo had never seen before.

His hand was holding the wand tightly, and the magic power was jumping on the tip of the wand, as if it was about to emit the light of a spell.

"What's the lesson?"

Ricardo looked at him.

Dumbledore said nothing and looked at Ricardo seriously.

It was dark with only a little moonlight shining in. Ricardo really didn't know why the bad old man was staring at him (someone said it was domestic violence).

After a long time - or maybe not long after, Dumbledore's wrinkles relaxed and a smile appeared on his face again:

"Congratulations, Ricardo, you have regained consciousness."

Ricardo:? ? ?

"I have been watching Kino for a long time, and I know exactly what he did."

"So you know..."

"I know that you learned dark magic from Tom," Dumbledore continued. "Originally, the Sorting Hat has already told me the matter. I am waiting for your help in the office."

"In the end, you found Kino, or Tom Riddle - Voldemort. For some reason, he agreed to you, and then you became like this."

"Fragile, sensitive, and averse to authority." Ricardo also concluded seriously.

"Let me tell you, do you have a bad perception of me?" Dumbledore said with a smile.

"But your behavior is indeed disgusting, isn't it?" Ricardo neither admitted nor denied, "The savior is guiding everything around him invisible, his friends, his elders, and even his information source. .”

"By extension, is Gryffindor's trust in you so much the result of your deliberate manipulation?"

"This is for the magical world..."

"No matter what it is for, school is school," Ricardo said bluntly. "Students have the right to freely develop campus life, and you, cultivate a colony of your faith throughout Gryffindor House."

"They have absolute trust in you and almost call themselves Dumbledore, but this almost centralized approach was abolished by Muggles hundreds of years ago. I really think there is something wrong with your behavior of manipulating others. "