Now, only Dumbledore, Elwyn, and Harry were left in the room.
Harry looked a little reserved, and Dumbledore looked tired. It didn't seem easy to deal with Foggy.
Elwyn knew very well that although Dumbledore could ignore the Ministry of Magic's opinion, he wouldn't do so unless it was absolutely necessary.
Because doing so would undoubtedly make everything worse, so he would try his best to get the support of Foggy and the Ministry of Magic.
But this was really difficult. Foggy was becoming more and more difficult to satisfy and compromise …
He needed to consider his own status and power first, and then everything else.
"Do you two have something to tell me?!" Dumbledore said, turning to look at Elwyn and Harry. "But I suggest that before that, you'd better eat something first. I don't think you had breakfast when you came over!"
He waved his wand, and milk and sandwiches appeared on the table.
Dumbledore sat down in a chair behind the table and motioned for Elwyn and Harry to sit opposite him.
As they ate, his gaze shifted to the unclosed cabinet door, as if he had already guessed what had happened.
"Professor!" Harry explained in a panic, swallowing the food in his mouth. "When we came in, the cabinet door was open …"
"So we accidentally saw the meditation basin inside!" Elwyn added. "And your memory!"
"I can understand. I was using it when Foggy arrived. I put it away in a hurry, presumably not closing the cabinet door properly. It naturally attracted your attention. " Dumbledore said calmly, gazing at the two of them from the top of his half-moon glasses. "Curiosity is not a sin, but I have to say, we should be careful when we are curious. Especially you, Elwyn. Don't get too involved with things you don't understand, really … "
"Got it!" Elwyn nodded. What was Dumbledore pointing at?!
Was it the dangerous black magic, the demons in the basement, or the terrifying evil gods?!
"Very good!" Dumbledore smiled again.
He walked over to open the cabinet door, brought the meditation basin over, and placed it on the table in front of them.
The thing in the basin returned to its silvery-white state, swirling and rippling in front of them.
"I think you should know about this Meditation Basin!" Dumbledore said as he sat down again. "Sometimes I feel that my mind is stuffed with too many thoughts and memories, and I need it to help me sort them out. He poured his memories into the basin and took a good look at them when he had time. You know, in this state, it's easier to see their forms and connections to each other. "
As Elwyn and Harry watched, he stuck the tip of his wand into his silver hair and held it close to the sun.
When he pulled out the wand, there seemed to be some hair stuck to the tip. It was a small strand of the same silvery-white substance as the one in the basin.
Dumbledore added this new thought to the basin, held the meditation basin with his slender hands, and turned it.
Like a gold miner turning a sand table, gradually, Snape's face appeared in the stone basin.
Snape opened his mouth and spoke to the ceiling, his voice echoing.
"He's back, and so is Kakarov. It's more obvious and clearer than ever before …"
"He's really back. I don't need help to discover the connection!" Dumbledore sighed. "It's too obvious. I thought he would keep a low profile."
Dumbledore frowned slightly, and used the tip of his wand to tap the thought in the basin again.
A human figure immediately rose from the basin. It was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy with pale skin and freckles.
He was a younger version of Barty Crouch Jr., and his legs were still in the basin.
When he spoke, his voice echoed just like Snape's, as if it came from the depths of the basin.
"Yes, Professor. I have to get all twelve Common Wizard Level Exams. My father asked me to do it, so I want to apply for a Time Converter …" There was pride on his face, and his tone reminded Elwyn of Malfoy.
"This is Mr. Crouch's son?!" Harry whispered, looking at the boy.
"Yes!" Dumbledore tapped the thought in the basin again. Barty Jr. sank, and the basin became opaque silvery-white again. "That's the Barty Crouch Jr. from my student days. He was a smart kid, and very polite. Trust me, there aren't many students who can research a new spell at this age. Old Barty had high hopes for him. "
"He researched his own spell at the age of fourteen?" Elwyn asked.
"A very interesting little spell!" Dumbledore said. "He scored full marks in all his courses. He's the best graduate from Hogwarts after Tom Riddle. I thought he would go to work at the Ministry of Magic, and follow his father's footsteps … "
"Professor, I just looked at the memory of the trial. He's different from the other three Death Eaters!" Harry said hesitantly. "He might really just have appeared there by chance …"
"Nothing is by chance, Harry!" Dumbledore closed his eyes and said in a self-blaming tone. "I only found out later. Not long after this conversation, he joined Lord Voldemort's party, and became the youngest Death Eater. He was quickly valued. I should have noticed and stopped this from happening! "
The silver light from the meditation basin illuminated Dumbledore's face. He looked so old.
Elwyn seemed to have just realized this. The greatest wizard in the world now looked like a real old man.
"Sometimes, I think there's a big problem with our philosophy of education." Dumbledore said slowly. "We only teach magic to students, but not how to be a person. That's why there are so many Dark Wizards. Especially the students of Slytherin Academy. They're all very outstanding, but this also means that they're more tempted, and we have to guide them carefully … "
Dumbledore was different from other professors. He cared about what his students were thinking. He had always been like that.
Especially those wizards who were very talented. He hoped to guide them to the right path. He felt that it was his responsibility.
This was a good idea, although the results were not always perfect.
Lord Voldemort was the most obvious example. He grew up under Dumbledore's watch, and grew into the most evil The Dark Lord.
In the field of magic, the more one knew, the more ambitious they would be. The stronger they became, the more temptations they would face.
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