Chapter 880： ? Familiar description

() "Yes, Harry, this is their usual method ... I have been so persecuted by them before ..." Dumbledore's finger tapped on the table, "I will warn them, ordinary students do not It should be involved in these things, whether this time or mysterious ...

Harry blurted out: "Professor ... why can't you join forces with Allen? That's the biggest safety guarantee in the British magic world ... Death Eaters and Voldemort are totally worthless."

"Harry, please believe me, I have been working hard for this ..." Dumbledore said calmly. "But unfortunately ... I and Mr. Allen Harris are very stubborn on some issues ..."

Harry lowered his head, and the fingers holding the cup were pale.

"Harry, you are frustrated. To be honest, letting things turn into this way is not better than you." Dumbledore's fingertips came together, which was his habitual action.

"I don't understand, Professor, why can't you and Allen compromise with each other, you both hope that the magic world can get better." Harry shook his head, and in front of Dumbledore and Allen, he could hardly control himself really Emotions.

"Harry, the magic world is used to peace, and the mysterious person wants to see this peace destroyed, and Allen's radical education reform is for this peace ..." Dumbledore's voice was a little tired, "Harry, your classmate What attitude do you have? "

"I don't know ... uh ... I mean, everyone has any ideas ... For example, Neville was born in pure blood, but he personally supports Allen very much, he thinks Allen is a smart person and makes all the decisions Very wise, but he told me that his grandmother has always been very opposed to his learning of black magic, and also opposed Allen to teach magic to others, but his grandmother refused some invitations from pure blood family ... Flegg was born in Muggle, He was very willing to learn these spells and magic, but he was more disgusted and afraid of black magic, he did not dare to learn with impunity. "Harry's eyes flicked on Dumbledore's face, but the principal was still so calm Kindly, with no attitude, Harry continued: "... after Allen ’s open learning channel about the Ravenclaw Temple ... many people seemed to face family pressure ... I heard Dean say … It was Dean Thomas, and his father also sent letters to keep him away from these things. His father was a wizard, his mother was a Muggle, and his father ’s boss began to put pressure on his employees ... not only us, we, Allen ’s. The same is true in the training class, everyone is confused, but I think, like Malfoy, including some pure blood ... Most people in the school are more inclined to support Allen. "

"For a large group of our wizarding community, Professor Alan Harris ’s idea is very tempting, and they will devote to it ... and from the very beginning, they tend to confront countless times and disagreements. Become more insistent and become more engaged ... This is not only causing the division of the students, it will make the United Kingdom and the entire magic world turbulent ... "Dumbledore asked Harry through his crescent-shaped glasses. , "Harry, you must be wondering why I, who has been fighting for Muggles and Half-Blood Wizards to acquire more power they deserve, would have made another gesture in reforming education?"

"Yes, I don't quite understand it, Professor." Harry heard Dumbledore's worry just a little bit clear, but felt more confused than he could say, as if he was in the mist.

"I'll show you a few memories as usual ... Harry, maybe you will understand ..." After snapping his fingers, to automatically refill Harry's drink, Dumbledore said, "Never mind These, we have more important things to talk about, Harry, did you finish the assignment I gave last time? "

"Ah," Harry remembered suddenly, because of the Quidditch match, Ron Poison, Phantom Appearance Class, and Allen, and also concerned about Pansy and Snape ... plus since the last time he asked Slughorn The other party's precautions against him ... Dumbledore's question made Harry's heart sink. He didn't dare to look directly at Dumbledore's eyes at the beginning. He looked at the meditation basin on the table. There were two beside the meditation. The crystal bottle is filled with swirling memory.

Harry responded a little guilty: "Professor, I asked Professor Slughorn a few times so that he didn't want to talk to me anymore. He resisted recalling that matter, and I couldn't get his memory. . "

There was a moment of silence in the principal's room.

"Oh," Dumbledore stared at Harry from above the half-moon-shaped spectacle lens. "So have you given up yet? I noticed that you have recently started to spend all your energy on other things ..."

"Uh." Harry's language was jammed, and he didn't know what to say. He was ashamed to find a reason for himself: "Uh ... the day Ron was mistaken for the obsessive agent, the reason I would take him to Slug Professor Horne was there because of the opportunity for Professor Slughorn who wanted to take the opportunity and refused to talk to me more. I think maybe I can ... "

"Have you succeeded?" Dumbledore asked.

"Well, no, Professor ... you know, I was poisoned by Ron ..."

"... Naturally, then you forgot to look for memories. I didn't expect any other reaction, because your best friend is in danger ... But, once it was determined that Mr. Weasley would recover completely, I thought you would look back Do my homework ... but you seem to start worrying about other things, like the fiery fight with Miss Weasley? ... Harry ... I have explained to you how important that memory is, in fact, I have tried to make you realize that It is the most critical memory. Without it, we will only waste time ... "

A fierce, needle-like shame spread across Harry's head. Dumbledore didn't raise his voice, or even anger in his words, but Harry would rather he yelled. This cold disappointment was more uncomfortable than anything.

"Professor," Harry explained somewhat desperately, "It's not that I don't care, I'm just being treated by other ... other things ..."

"Everything else makes you think about it," Dumbledore finished for him, "I know."

The two were silent again. This was the most embarrassing silence Harry had experienced beside Dumbledore. It seemed to be endless, but he was sometimes hummed by the portrait of Amando Dipet on Dumbledore ’s head. Interrupted by snoring.

Harry had a strange sense of insignificance, as if he had shrunk after entering the house, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he said: "Professor Dumbledore, I'm really sorry ... I should think if it's not really important, you I wo n’t ask me to do it ... I promise to get it wholeheartedly. "

"I'm very grateful for this, Harry ..." Dumbledore plucked his long beard, looking at Harry's uncomfortable expression, he sighed, "... Sometimes you want to succeed in achieving your goal, not just It takes effort, and we need some luck ... well ... Harry, I think you can go to Professor Snape and ask him for some magical agent, I will give Severus to let him cooperate with you ... "

"Professor, don't trouble Snape, I think ... Oh, I mean don't trouble Professor Snape ..." Harry heard Snape's name, Harry shook his head subconsciously and refused, and then he flashed his thoughts to the original Jokingly planning, "I think ... I can borrow a healing agent from Hermione. You know that in the first potion class this year, Professor Slughorn rewarded Hermione with a bottle of healing agent. She usually does n’t use it ... "

"So can I hope that you intend to raise the agenda of this matter to the premise?" Brido's gaze looked at Harry from his eagle's nose.

"I will, Professor." Harry's lips squeezed tightly. Although Dumbledore did not have any language to blame, this calm disappointment made his heart more heavy.

"Then we won't say this now ... do you remember our last story, Harry?" Dumbledore's tone was more friendly, and his hand swept the meditation basin and memory bottle on the table in the air, " These two memories are very precious, because few people can provide us with memories of adult Voldemort ... In fact, I once doubted whether there was a living person besides himself who could tell us in detail about his departure from Hogwarts. Later life. "

"As you may have guessed, he advanced to the seventh grade with the best score in every exam. The students around him are thinking about what career they want to pursue after graduation. Almost everyone thinks that Tom Riddle will be amazing. The achievements of his, he is the class leader, the chairman of the student union, the top student of learning, won the school ’s special award and Merlin Medal, charming he was welcomed by most students and professors, and led a He popularized the small organization of the Knights of Knights-now they are called Death Eaters ... "Dumbledore said skillfully after Voldemort's excellence and continued with a sip of the drink. "I know that several teachers, including Professor Slughorn, suggested that he enter the Ministry of Magic and be willing to introduce him actively, but he refused them all ... Later the teachers learned that he went to the Bokin-Bok The black magic shop is working. "

This familiar description made Harry very uneasy, and he diverted the topic: "Bokin-Bok?"

"I think you still remember what Tom showed in those memories ... Although the Gunter family is old, it is not helpful for Tom. If he was born in an orphanage and wants to continue to gain some knowledge after graduation, I do n’t think so. It ’s more suitable for him than this place ... I ’m sorry that Hogwarts did n’t hide much of the knowledge that was too dangerous at the time ... "Dumbledore picked up a small crystal bottle shone by the meditation basin. He knocked the bottle with his wand, the cork flew out, and he poured the swirling memory into the meditation basin: "This memory comes from a very old house-elf, her name is Hao Qi. Her master is one A very old and very wealthy witch named Hepziba Smith ... After this incident, I managed to get Hao Qi's memory. "

Harry stood up, leaned close to the silver material in the stone basin with ripples, and entered the memory.

In an ornately decorated room, the orange flames at the tips of the three candles burning on the candlestick jumped happily. Harry found that his sight was much shorter, and then realized that he was hiding through the The house elf is looking at things.

"Thank you for bringing me the flowers ... how do you know my favorite variety? You spoiled my old lady ..." An old female voice sounded, with a sense of unevenness in her tone, she picked up the texture and delicate texture The white teapot, the flowing tea, immediately poured into a cup and changed from colorless to fuchsia, exuding the mist.

"I have said it hundreds of times ... the store used you too hard ~ www.novelhall.com ~ your recent pale complexion is a bit abnormal ... just eat something ..." A very plump old woman The house elf was asked to put a plate of dim sum in front of a young wizard who wore a gorgeous red and purple robe and a delicate **** wig on her head.

Harry guessed that this should be the hostess of the house elf Hao Qi, Mrs. Hepzba Smith.

Hepzibah took this cup of tea and offered it to the young man opposite him: "What is the excuse to see me as a boring old woman this time?"

The young man took the tea cup gracefully and didn't care about the old lady taking the opportunity to touch him. He just raised his head against the chair and raised his head, but the smile he had kept was slightly mechanical.

Harry realized that the young wizard was Voldemort who had graduated from Hogwarts-now he is still Tom Mavolo Riddle, at this time he and Harry had met in the sophomore room incident. The handsome male student council chairman in that notebook has changed a bit compared to him, he looks more mature and more handsome-his well-tended black hair is neatly combed to the right for three to seven points, and his cheeks are concave Going down but the facial features are more three-dimensional, wearing an indigo shirt, the shirt buttons are neatly tied to the neck, and the dark green single-breasted suit vest that fits his body is outside, showing an old-school pure blood style .