Chapter 882 I Have Nothing to Do and No Energy to Do It

(Author's note: Allen broke the secrecy law. Everyone knows that the concept prototype came from the first generation of Dark Lord Grindelwald, but reformed education and read the comments. It seems that some readers have not noticed that it actually came from the second generation of Dark Lord Voldemort when he was young. His ideals...Although Voldemort is different from Alan who really wanted to popularize knowledge and engage in a wizarding renaissance, Voldemort just had another purpose, but in fact, the inspiration for Alan to have this idea of ​​education reform did come from the mysterious man's dedication to teaching in the original book , In a sense, the protagonist I wrote is intended to let him accomplish some goals that the previous two generations of Dark Lords failed to accomplish, and use the ideas that existed in the original world to create, to see what this trend will become world.)

"Harry, I know what you're thinking. The following memory..." Dumbledore's eyes were rarely confused. "Actually, it's the reason I told you earlier why I hold my current position."

Harry clenched his fists and tried to say something, but Dumbledore stopped him by extending a palm, and Dumbledore poured the last bottle of memory into the Pensieve. "Let's talk about this last memory after reading it. This is my memory."

Harry stepped into the Pensieve again, and landed in the office they had just left. It was just that Dumbledore in his memory seemed to be waiting for something, and his appearance was much younger. His two hands were also intact, which made him He looks handsome and energetic, not like Dumbledore's lifelessness now.

But the weather outside the window was the opposite. The light blue snowflakes in my memory were drifting across the window in the dark and piled up on the window sill outside—there was a knock on the door.

Harry almost cried out when Voldemort knocked on the door and walked in.

Compared with the memory just now, the face of the mysterious man has undergone a great change. His face seems to have been burned, his facial features are blurred, like wax, twisted strangely, and the whites of his eyes seem to be permanently filled with blood. He wore a long black cloak, and his face was as white as snowflakes on his shoulders.

"Good evening, Tom." Dumbledore said relaxedly without any surprise, "Sit down, would you like a glass of wine?"

"Thank you very much." Voldemort did not refuse, took the wine and sat down on Harry's seat just now, "I have walked a long way."

"I haven't seen Tom for a long time, so why are you here looking for me?" Dumbledore sat back in the principal's chair and took a sip of wine comfortably.

Voldemort leaned back in his chair, shaking the wine glass in his hand: "They don't call me Tom anymore, now I am called..."

"I know what you're called, but to me as a teacher, you'll always be Tom Riddle." Dumbledore raised his glass as if to toast Voldemort, but Voldemort didn't make any movement and remained expressionless. Bullido could only take a sip by himself, "I'm afraid this is what makes teachers annoying? They never completely forget the situation of the students."

"That's why you never wanted to leave Hogwarts?" Voldemort's pale cheeks lifted. "I've always wondered why you, who is often consulted by the Ministry of Magic and seems to have been nominated as the Minister of Magic twice, are willing to stay at Hogwarts?"

"Oh, three times actually. It's just that there's nothing more important than imparting ancient memories and training young minds," said Dumbledore cheerfully. "As for your attitude to the Ministry of Magic position, I've also heard about your later events. This is what we have in common, I suppose? Of course I remember you seeing the allure of teaching as well..."

"I can still see... Once, I was eager to become a teacher. It's just that Professor Dippet said that I was too young to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts." Voldemort took a sip of his wine and just put down his glass , "Now please allow me to return to this castle to teach. You know I have seen and done a lot since I left here. I can teach your students things that other wizards can't learn... teach these students some... no the same…"

Harry looked up abruptly, he let out a short and convulsive breath, dazed,

Stuck there like a half-log in a daze - Allen also said this sentence.

"It's some kind of magic that they shouldn't have learned...in fact, you shouldn't have learned it, Tom..." Dumbledore said calmly after looking at Voldemort for a while, "the rumors about what you did have also spread. Your alma mater, Tom. I should be very sorry if half of them were to be believed."

"Greatness breeds jealousy, jealousy breeds malice, and malice breeds lies. You must know that, Dumbledore." Voldemort's eyes seemed to be burning red, "It is powerful magic! My experiments may have advanced magic to an unprecedented level!" "

At this time, Voldemort gave Harry a completely different feeling than just now, let alone Alan. His expressionless facial muscles, abnormally pale skin and red eyes made him look completely lost. Elegant and flattering to before.

"It's certain magic," Dumbledore corrected him calmly, "some...but about others you're still...with all due respect...pathetic ignorance."

Voldemort laughed for the first time, it was a contemptuous sneer, an evil expression, more terrifying than rage.

"Old argument," he said softly, "but, Dumbledore, there is nothing in the world that I have seen that bears out your famous opinion that love is stronger than my kind of magic."

"Perhaps you are looking in the wrong place." Dumbledore reminded, "If you understand the power of belief in love..."

"Then, where else...better than Hogwarts...is there a better place for me to start this new research?" Voldemort followed Dumbledore's words, but his voice at this time was the same as the one he gave Harry. Leigh had a completely different impression... He was full of anticipation and even let his voice go out of tune, "So Dumbledore, will you let me come back? Will you let me share what I have learned with your students? I will put myself and I entrust my talents to you and follow your command."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, "What about those who really obey your orders? Your Death Eaters, what about them?"

"My friends, they would have carried on without me." Voldemort's eyes glowed red, and his slit-like nostrils dilated.

"In the Pig's Head Bar? Nott, Rozier, Mulciber, Dolohov... are really loyal friends..." Dumbledore sat up straight, "...let's talk, you tonight Why bring your Death Eaters here and apply for a job that you and I both know you don't want?"

"You're still so omniscient..." Voldemort sneered, "But don't want to? Quite the opposite Dumbledore... If you don't want to give me a job..."

"Of course not." Dumbledore resolutely refused, "In my opinion, you didn't have any expectations, and you didn't want to come here to teach more than when you were eighteen years old, but you still came, what is your intention? Tom, why can't you just be honest with me once?"

"Is this your final decision?" Voldemort stood up after finishing speaking.

"Yes." Dumbledore also stood up.

"It seems we have nothing to say." Voldemort's red eyes stared fixedly at Dumbledore's blue eyes, scowling.

"Without Tom," Dumbledore expressed deep sorrow, "the time is past when I could frighten you with a burning wardrobe and force you to atone. But I still hope, Tom, I hope you..."

Harry's nerves tensed, and he was sure he saw Voldemort's hand suddenly move to the wand in his pocket. But Voldemort eventually just turned and walked away, the door was closed, and his figure disappeared.

Harry felt Dumbledore's hand grab his arm again. Back in the principal's office, Harry sat back on the chair, picked up the iced lemon juice in front of him, and drank a big gulp. Drinking this summer drink in unsuitable weather made the coolness contained in it rush straight to his forehead, which made him Harry calmed down, and he tried his best not to continue thinking about it, but the thought just couldn't help coming out——Voldemort is different from Alan in many ways, but if you look at these aspects alone, they are similar to Alan. Len is so much alike.

"Harry, I think you can probably understand now..." Dumbledore looked at Harry in front of him and whispered, "Why do I have such an attitude towards Mr. Alan Harris trying to teach the students that knowledge?"

"Yes, Professor..." Harry nodded silently, but he did not give up defending Alan, "but Alan and Voldemort are different, I know they are very similar, especially when they were young, but he and Voldemort There are also many differences! Voldemort is obviously mentally abnormal behind him... and Allen wants to teach magic because he really wants to do it for the good of the wizarding world."

"Yes, child." Dumbledore's bright blue eyes gleamed behind his half-moon glasses, "Alan was born in a pure-blooded family. Unlike Tom, he has enough conditions to acquire more knowledge to understand Horcruxes are bad for people, as long as he doesn't split his soul like Tom did to make multiple Horcruxes, he won't end up in the same bad situation as Tom is now... and like I told you before, Tom is fascinated The product of the drug, and the environment he was in when he was a child ... it caused some emotional problems for him to feel ... and Alan is different."

"Professor, why are you..." Harry was a little confused again, "I mean, if you agree with Alan's plan, I think the situation will be better with your supervision..."

"I can't do this, Harry." Dumbledore's voice was tired again, "I'm already too old, maybe Merlin knows how long I can live, if I can be a few decades younger and retain the enlightenedness I have now , maybe I will support Alan...but not now, Harry, I can only use my own method, the method that I think can ensure peace and stability to the greatest extent..."

"Professor Dumbledore..."

"I think you can understand my difficulties now..." Dumbledore raised his dark hand to stop Harry: "I was too... tough when I was young, especially when it came to dealing with Tom. Ever since I met him in Kindergarten, I have adopted a vigilant resistance to him...so much so that I have forgotten that I am a teacher...and as a result you can see...in a way, Tom is now In this way... I also became one of the pushers..."

"No, Professor! If it were me, facing someone like Voldemort, I would definitely..."

Dumbledore sighed: "So after using this attitude towards Tom, I found it failed... When I noticed again, in my limited life, it was the third time I encountered this kind of amazing genius hour…"

Dumbledore's tone and demeanor at this time made Harry feel more confiding than ever before.

"What method should I use to treat him, Harry? I asked Flitwick to guide him to more contact with group sports like Quidditch in the lower grades, and then give him extra points for Ravenclaw College No ambiguity either...I tried to give Alan Harris an environment I never gave Tom...the situation was as good as I expected...

Later, Allen and I started working together, and I gave him a more relaxed attitude... But he still didn't resist the temptation in the end, and spent his time learning black magic, which should not be mastered by underage wizards I think you have seen the effect on his character...

Later, he came up with the idea of ​​handing over these magics to everyone...Even if Harris has successfully resisted them now, but even his personality has changed a little, how dare I let him let this knowledge be completely unscrupulous Teach it to anyone?

Harry, as I just told you, I'm running out of time...I have to act to stop this situation..."

"Professor Dumbledore...you are too difficult..." Harry began to understand Dumbledore's point of view, but he hesitated and decided to ask the question that was difficult to ask before, "Professor, I have also heard some pure-blood questions recently. The family, the children of the school trustees seem to be saying... will you support them this time in saying Harris should be expelled from the UK?"

"I do have a lot of dealings with them recently... Allen's speech forced these families too much..." Dumbledore rubbed his temple with his index finger, and then gave Harry a comforting smile, "But, don't Worried about Harry, like I said, I wouldn't treat Alan the same way I did Tom, they're not the same after all, and I wouldn't make the mistake of pushing Alan to that point again, it would be bad for everyone It is a terrible result...I will leave him enough leeway and retreat. The maintenance of British security and stability also requires Harris to control such a powerful Ministry of Magic...I don't intend to ask Huo As for those adult wizards outside Gwartz's school, if they choose to go to the Ravenclaw Temple to learn... I don't care and I don't have the energy to do it..."