Hogwarts's Master of Mind

"Okay, hurry up, there's one last memory."

Aiden waved his hand, and a strand of silver thread entered the meditation basin.

Harry went through the familiar trap again, and when he opened his eyes he saw the young Dumbledore.

On an extremely dark night, Dumbledore sat in the headmaster's office, waiting for guests to visit.

A man walked out of the fireplace and Dumbledore called out his name.

"Tom."

At this moment, Voldemort was no longer as handsome as he used to be, and his facial features looked as if they had been burned by fire.

Twisted like wax, with bloodshot eyes and a pale face.

Dumbledore didn't care about his appearance and took out the wine and poured a glass for each of them.

"Dumbledore really likes drinking and eating candy. Is this the secret to wizards' longevity?"

Harry saw Dumbledore drinking again late at night and couldn't help but complain.

"Maybe." Aiden nodded seriously.

"It's been a long time, Professor Dumbledore!" At this time, Tom had officially changed his name to Voldemort.

He recruited followers, sought allies, and already possessed enormous power in the wizarding world.

But this is not enough, what he needs is the future.

He longed to replicate the path that the White Lord before him had taken.

Spread his ideas through teaching, so that the concept that magic is power can take root throughout Hogwarts.

Then use Britain as a springboard to radiate to the entire wizarding world.

However, sitting in front of him was Dumbledore.

"Tom, you are a wizard with great talent and profound attainments in magic."

Dumbledore raised his hand and looked at the job application letter. The elegant handwriting and brilliant literary talent on it made it difficult for anyone else to reject it.

"So you are going to agree to my joining?" Voldemort smiled.

"You can join, but you must make an unbreakable oath with me to ensure that you will not spread your ideas to students in any way when teaching."

Dumbledore sat up straight, his deep blue eyes piercing Tom's heart.

Voldemort clenched his fists. "You know, this is impossible, Professor. And..."

"Are you planning to do something wrong with the help of your good friends at the Hog's Head?" Dumbledore narrowed his eyes.

Voldemort's decision to place his cronies in the Hog's Head undoubtedly ruined his plans for the night.

After all, the owner of the Hog's Head Inn had already sent the news to Dumbledore since the beginning of their meeting.

Dumbledore suddenly took the initiative in the conversation, and Voldemort was put on the defensive.

"So, you are going to reject me, a legendary wizard with a bright future, just because of this kind of thing!" Voldemort looked at Dumbledore angrily.

"If you still have a dark heart, I can't let you get this position!"

Dumbledore raised his tone, and the atmosphere between the two became a little tense.

"So this is your final decision!"

"Yes!" Dumbledore stood up.

"Then we really have nothing to talk about."

"Indeed, no more..." said Dumbledore, with a look of deep sadness on his face.

"Tom, the time has passed when I can frighten you with a burning wardrobe and force you to atone, but I hope you can... hope you can..."

Tom didn't give Dumbledore a chance to continue and left the office without looking back.

At the same time, he also hid a crown in the Room of Requirement.

Before leaving school, he used his founder authority to curse the Defense Against the Dark Arts position at Hogwarts.

This forced Hogwarts to constantly change professors in the following decades.

"Well, this is the last lesson... I can only wish you good luck with what happens next, Harry."

Aiden came forward and gave him a hug. Harry had never seen such a complicated expression on Aiden's face.

"Ai..." He was about to speak, and then Aiden disappeared into the office.

On the roof of the school, Aiden sat on the fence and looked at the full moon in the sky.

"Can't bear to leave?" An elderly voice appeared behind Aiden.

"When did you come back?" Aiden glanced behind him.

"You've just returned and you haven't answered my question yet. Are you reluctant to leave?" Dumbledore teased.

"Of course, he is my student after all!" Aiden glared at Dumbledore.

"Then give him a little more help as his teacher." Dumbledore winked at Aiden.

"Okay, you plotted against me." Aiden raised his eyebrows.

"We're even."

Dumbledore stuffed a candy into his mouth and walked into the school.

The next day, the Apparition test that all students had been looking forward to finally arrived.

Because Harry, Draco and the other two were under the age of seventeen, they had to stay in the classroom to attend Horace's Potions class.

Since most of them were taking the Apparition license test, Slughorn couldn't teach them anything new and could only let them come up with their own ideas.

Harry searched for a long time and suddenly found a spell called Sharpness in his textbook. As he didn't dare to practice it in class, he could only memorize it in his mind.

Finally, Harry found a modified version of the ecstasy potion in the textbook and started to brew it.

"Oh, Mr. Potter, why do you add mint to the ecstasy potion?" Horace asked curiously.

"I plan to try to improve this potion, hoping to offset its side effects."

Harry filled the cauldron with the golden liquid, hoping that after tasting it, Horace would be unable to help but tell his secret.

Unfortunately, Horace went to instruct other students without even drinking.

It was obvious that Horace had great confidence in his favorite student and acknowledged his success without even tasting the food.

After class, Malfoy and his two lackeys disappeared.

In order to find him, Harry waited outside the Room of Requirement for an hour, and finally caught Malfoy when he left the Room of Requirement.

He followed Malfoy quietly and watched him hide in a public bathroom on the fourth floor.

Finally, Harry and Draco were the only ones left in the bathroom. Harry took off his invisibility cloak and revealed himself to question Draco.

"I know what you did. It was you who cursed Katie, and it was you who gave her the poisoned wine, right!" Harry appeared behind Draco.

At the same time, a black box appeared in Draco's sight with the word Disarming Spell written on it.

Draco cast a spell without hesitation and Harry dodged to the left.

The spell shattered the wooden door behind him. Harry looked up and threw the same Disarming Spell back.

Draco held his head and dodged the spell thrown by Harry, which shattered the sink.

A large amount of water gushed out from the broken water pipe, soaking Draco's entire body.

The two men also leaned behind the bunker and gasped for breath. The smell of gunpowder inside the bathroom became heavier.