(Author's Note: Everyone knows that Allen's idea of breaking the Secret Law came from the first generation of The Dark Lord, Grindelwald. But looking at the comments, it seems that some readers have not noticed that it actually came from the second generation of The Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort, when he was young. Although the Lord Voldemort was different from Allen who really wanted to popularize knowledge and revive the wizarding world, the Lord Voldemort just had another purpose. But in fact, the inspiration for Allen's education reform idea did come from the Mysterious Man's dedication to teaching in the original work. In a sense, I wrote the protagonist with the intention of letting him complete some of the goals that the previous two generations of The Dark Lord failed to accomplish. Using the ideas that existed in the original world to create, I wanted to see what kind of world this kind of direction would lead to.)
"Harry, I know what you're thinking. The next memory …" Dumbledore's eyes were a little confused. "In fact, it's the reason I told you before why I hold the current position."
Harry clenched his fists and wanted to say something, but he was stopped by Dumbledore's hand. Dumbledore poured the last bottle of memory into the meditation basin. "Let's finish this last memory. This is my memory."
Harry stepped into the meditation basin again and landed in the office they had just left. In the memory, Dumbledore seemed to be waiting for something. He looked much younger, and his hands were intact. This made him look handsome and energetic, unlike the current Dumbledore who looked lethargic.
However, the weather outside the window was the opposite. The light blue snowflakes in the memory were floating by the window in the dark and piling up on the windowsill outside. There was a knock on the door.
Lord Voldemort knocked on the door and walked in. Harry was so scared that he almost screamed.
The Mysterious Man's face had changed a lot compared to the memory just now. His face seemed to have been burned. His facial features were blurred and strangely distorted like wax. The whites of his eyes now seemed to be permanently filled with blood. He was wearing a long black cloak, and his face was as white as the snowflakes on his shoulders.
"Good evening, Tom." Dumbledore didn't look surprised at all. He said casually, "Have a seat. Would you like a glass of wine?"
"Thank you so much." Lord Voldemort didn't refuse. He took the wine and sat in Harry's seat. "I walked a long way."
"Long time no see, Tom. So, why are you looking for me?" Dumbledore sat back in his chair and took a sip of wine.
Lord Voldemort leaned back in his chair and swirled the wine glass in his hand. "They don't call me Tom anymore. Now I'm called …"
"I know what people call you, but to me, your teacher, you will always be Tom Riddle." Dumbledore raised his glass as if to toast to Lord Voldemort, but Lord Voldemort didn't move. He was expressionless. Dumbledore only took a sip. "I'm afraid that's why teachers are so annoying. They never completely forget their students' original situation. "
"That's why you never wanted to leave Hogwarts?" Lord Voldemort's pale cheeks lifted. "I've always been curious. You're often consulted by the Ministry of Magic, and you've been nominated for the position of Director of the Ministry of Magic twice. Why are you willing to stay in Hogwarts?"
"Oh, actually, three times. It's just that there's nothing more important than passing on ancient memories and training young minds. " Dumbledore said happily. "As for your attitude towards the position in the Ministry of Magic, I've heard about what happened to you. This is something we have in common, I think? Of course, I also remember that you once saw the attraction of being a teacher … "
"I can still see it now … Once, I fervently wanted to be a teacher. But Professor Dippet said that I was too young to be a Defense Against Dark Magic professor. " Lord Voldemort took a sip of wine and put down his glass. "Now, please allow me to return to this castle to teach. You know that I've seen a lot since I left here, and I've done a lot. I can teach your students things that they can't learn from other wizards … I can teach these students something … different …"
Harry jerked his head up. He couldn't help but take a short, spasmodic breath. He was at a loss and stood there like a piece of wood. Allen had also said this.
"It's magic that they shouldn't have learned … In fact, you shouldn't have learned it either, Tom …" Dumbledore looked at Lord Voldemort for a while and said calmly, "The rumors about your actions have also spread to your alma mater, Tom. If even half of them are true, I'll be very sorry. "
"Greatness breeds jealousy, jealousy breeds resentment, resentment breeds lies. You must know this, Dumbledore. "Lord Voldemort's eyes seemed to be burning red." It's powerful magic! My experiments may have advanced magic to an unprecedented level! "
At this time, Lord Voldemort gave Harry a completely different feeling, let alone Allen. His expressionless face muscles, abnormally pale skin, and red eyes made him look completely different from before.
"It's some magic," Dumbledore corrected him calmly. "Some … But in others, you're still … forgive me for being blunt … pathetically ignorant."
Lord Voldemort smiled for the first time. It was a scornful sneer, an evil expression, more terrible than a violent rage.
"It's an old argument," he said softly. "But, Dumbledore, nothing I've seen in the world can prove your famous opinion that love is more powerful than my magic."
"Maybe you're looking at the wrong place," Dumbledore reminded him. "If you understand the power of the belief that love is …"
"Then, where better than here … than the Hogwarts … for me to start this new research?" Lord Voldemort continued Dumbledore's words, but his voice at this time was completely different from what Harry remembered him to be … He was full of expectation and even his voice was out of tune. "Then, Dumbledore, will you let me come back? Will you let me share what I've learned with your students? I'll give myself and my talents to you and listen to your commands. "
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. "What about those who really listen to your commands? Your Death Eaters, what about them? "
"My friends, even without me, they will continue to do it." Lord Voldemort's eyes flashed red, and his two slitted nostrils widened.
"At the Pig's Head Bar? Nott, Rosier, Mursab, Dolohov … What loyal friends … "Dumbledore sat up straight." … Let's be honest, why did you bring your Death Eaters here tonight to apply for a job that you and I both know you don't want? "
"You're still so omniscient …" Lord Voldemort sneered. "But, don't want it? On the contrary, Dumbledore … If you don't want to give me a job … "
"Of course not." Dumbledore refused decisively. "In my opinion, you don't have any expectations, and you don't want to come here to teach more than you did when you were 18 years old, but you still came. What are your intentions? Tom, why can't you be honest with me for once? "
"Is this your final decision?" Lord Voldemort finished and stood up.
"Yes." Dumbledore also stood up.
"It seems that we have nothing to talk about." Lord Voldemort's red eyes stared at Dumbledore's blue eyes, his face full of anger.
"Without Tom," Dumbledore showed a deep sadness. "The time for me to scare you with the burning wardrobe and force you to atone for your sins has long passed. But I still hope, Tom, I hope you … "
Harry's nerves were tense, and he was sure that he saw Lord Voldemort's hand suddenly move to the wand in his pocket. But Lord Voldemort eventually just turned and walked away. The door was closed, and his figure disappeared.
Harry felt Dumbledore's hand grabbing his arm again. Back in the headmaster's office, Harry sat back in his chair, picked up the glass of iced lemon juice in front of him, and took a big gulp. Drinking this kind of summer drink in the unsuitable weather made the coolness of the drink go straight to his head, which calmed Harry down. He tried to stop himself from continuing to think about it, but the thought just couldn't stop itself from coming out. Voldemort and Alan were different in many ways, but if you looked at these aspects alone, they were really too similar.
"Harry, I think you can probably understand now …" Dumbledore looked at Harry in front of him and said in a low voice, "Why do I have such an attitude towards Mr. Allen Harris trying to teach the students?"
"Yes, Professor …" Harry nodded silently, but he did not give up and defended Allen. "But Allen is different from Lord Voldemort. I know they are very similar, especially when they were young, but he is also very different from Lord Voldemort in many ways! Lord Voldemort is obviously mentally unstable … and Allen wants to teach magic sincerely for the good of the magic world. "
"Yes, child." Dumbledore's bright blue eyes sparkled behind his half-moon glasses. "Allen was born in a pure-blooded family, so he is different from Tom. He has enough conditions to learn more and understand the disadvantages of soul tools. As long as he doesn't split his soul like Tom and make multiple soul tools, he won't end up in the same terrible situation as Tom … and as I told you before, Tom is the product of an aphrodisiac, and his childhood environment … it will cause some problems for him … but Allen is different."
"Professor, then why do you …" Harry was a little confused. "I mean, if you agree to Allen's plan, I think with your supervision, the situation will be …"
"I can't do that, Harry." Dumbledore's voice became tired again. "I'm too old. Maybe only Merlin knows how long I can live. If I were a few decades younger and still as open-minded as I am now, maybe I would support Allen … but now I can't, Harry. I can only use my own way, the way I think will ensure the greatest degree of peace and stability …"
"Professor Dumbledore, you …"
"I think you can understand my difficulties now …" Dumbledore raised his black hand to stop Harry. "When I was young, I was too … tough, especially when it came to Tom. Since I met him in kindergarten, I've adopted a vigilant and resistant attitude towards him … so much so that I forgot my identity as a teacher … You saw the result … In a sense, Tom has become like this … I'm also one of the people behind it …"
"No, Professor! If it were me, facing someone like Lord Voldemort, I'd definitely … "
Dumbledore sighed. "So when I realized that my attitude towards Tom had failed … when I realized that in my limited life, for the third time I've met such an amazing genius …"
At this moment, Dumbledore's tone and demeanor made Harry feel that he was more sincere than ever.
"How am I to deal with him? Harry? When I was younger, I asked Fleevy to guide him to more group sports like Quidditch. I also gave Ravenclaw Academy extra credit … I tried to create an environment for Allen Harris that I never gave to Tom … The situation was as good as I expected …
Later on, Allen and I started to work together. I also gave him a more relaxed attitude … But in the end, he couldn't resist the temptation and used his time to learn black magic. I think you've seen how these magic spells that shouldn't be mastered by underage wizards have affected his personality …
Later on, he even had the idea of teaching these spells to everyone … Even if Harris has successfully resisted them, his personality has changed a little. How can I let him teach this knowledge to anyone without restraint?
Harry, as I just told you, I don't have time … I have to take action to stop this situation … "
"Professor Dumbledore … You're too difficult …" Harry was starting to understand Dumbledore's perspective. He hesitated for a moment and decided to ask the question that he didn't want to ask before. "Professor, I've heard from some pure-blood families, the children of the school board … Will you support them in driving Harris out of England this time?"
"I've been in contact with them … In Allen's speech, he said that these families were too aggressive …" Dumbledore rubbed his temple with his index finger and gave Harry a comforting smile. "But don't worry, Harry. As I said, I won't treat Allen the same way I treated Tom. After all, they are different. I won't make the same mistake again and force Allen into a corner. That would be a terrible result for everyone … I'll leave him enough room to maneuver. The security and stability of England also require Harris to control the powerful Ministry of Magic … I don't intend to interfere with the adult wizards outside Hogwarts. If they choose to study at the Ravenclaw Temple … I don't have the energy to do so …"
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