Chapter 1022： times have changed

  Chapter 1022 Times have changed

   "Come in!"

   There was a low knock on the door, and Dumbledore behind the desk put down the quill in his hand, and looked up towards the door.

   "Good evening, Professor."

   Albert opened the door and walked into the principal's office, and greeted the old man with a smile.

   "Good evening, Albert." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Sit down, what do you want to drink, milk tea?"

  Albert sat across from Dumbledore, glanced at the "The Tales of Beedle the Poet" and the parchment manuscript on the table, and said softly, "It seems that I came at a bad time, and you seem to be working."

   ""The Tales of Beedle the Poet", have you read this book?"

Dumbledore put a cup of steaming milk tea in front of Albert, looked at the "The Tales of Beedle the Poet" on the table and said, "This is the original text, how much is the Tales of Beedle the Poet in the bookstore?" There are traces of modification, do you want to see it?"

   As he spoke, he handed the book in front of Albert.

   "Are you going to re-translate it?" Albert took the book, flipped through it casually, and found that this old book was written in runes, and the runes of most wizards are very average.

   "Yes, I plan to re-translate and write my own evaluation." Dumbledore added a large spoonful of honey to his teacup, stirred slowly and said, "I heard that you also wrote a book recently."

   "Yes, many people will need it in the future."

Albert didn't deny this, and there was nothing to deny. He took out his wand from his pocket, tapped it on the milk tea in front of him, and changed it to himself after Dumbledore's puzzled gaze. Cup of new milk tea.

  To be honest, this was an extremely rude behavior, but Dumbledore was not angry because of it, he was just a little surprised and puzzled.

   "Sorry, ever since Umbridge handed me a cup of milk tea, I've been a little... disgusted with drinks offered by other people." Albert explained to Dumbledore.

   "It seems that that time left a bad impression on you." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly.

   "That's right." Albert took a sip of the milk tea and said, "After all, no one wants to drink a drink that may have been added."

   "She really did that?"

  Albert put down his teacup and said flatly: "No, I won't give her a chance."

"Maybe, we shouldn't talk about her, it's not a pleasant topic." Dumbledore changed the subject, obviously not wanting to discuss Umbridge's problem with Albert, "Would you mind sending me a copy of your new book Well, after I finish compiling it here, I will also give you a copy."

   "Oh, sure."

  Albert flicked his wand, and after a crackling sound, he summoned a book out of thin air. He reached out to catch the book and placed it in front of Dumbledore.

   "It seems that you are very pessimistic about the future prospects."

  Dumbledore took the book, carefully flipped through the table of contents in front of him, and understood what was going on.

   "It's very pessimistic. Many people will die, especially Muggle-born wizards." Albert's tone was very light, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

   "What a terrible future."

  Dumbledore put down the book in his hand, sighed softly, "I taught him once, but it's a pity I couldn't guide him on the right path..."

   "The right way?" Albert asked with a strange expression, "What do you think is the right way."

   "At least, it's definitely not right to do like him." Dumbledore didn't answer Albert directly.

"Everyone thinks they are right, especially some people." Albert didn't care about Dumbledore's vague answer, and didn't mean to argue with the other party, but stated the facts calmly, " When You-Know-Who and his minions take control of the Ministry of Magic, when they are the final victors of this war, they will be right and you will be wrong."

"Does the victor write history?" Dumbledore understood Albert's meaning, took a sip of milk tea and said softly, "You are right, whether it is correct or not is still judged by people, I think this topic is enough for people to discuss long time."

   "I heard that some unpleasant things happened between you and Severus." He finally mentioned the reason for looking for Albert today.

"Not too pleasant?" Albert tapped the teacup with his wand, refilled himself with a cup of steaming milk tea, and said calmly, "Maybe, he thinks so! I won't make myself unhappy because of him. "

   "He is a little angry." Dumbledore said with raised eyebrows.

"Well, he should drink some sedatives and calm down." Albert didn't pay attention to Dumbledore's words, and waved his wand to create a plate of biscuits for himself out of thin air. , and said with a smile, "You see Potter is not bad, his bad temper is much restrained than before, you can recommend to Snape the calming candy I prepared for Potter a while ago."

   As he spoke, Albert took out a vial and placed it in front of Dumbledore.

  Dumbledore looked a little astonished, looking suspiciously at the medicine bottle in front of him.

"However, you know, he is a professor, and you should give him the most basic respect." Dumbledore's tone was very casual, he picked up the bottle, looked at the pills inside, poured out one, tasted it, and then really Take away the medicine bottle.

"Respect is mutual." Albert said gently, "I get along well with most of the professors at Hogwarts, students, ghosts, and portraits, even Peeves who likes to play tricks on others. Except, I daresay the rest of the Gryffindors don't have as many Slytherin friends as I do."

   "Why don't you ask why Snape is an exception?" Albert looked at Dumbledore and asked back with a smile.

   Click!

  The sound of biscuits being crushed eased the unfriendly atmosphere inside.

   "Obviously, most of the problems are not with me, but with him."

   "Perhaps, he does have some minor problems." Dumbledore looked at Albert and sighed softly, "You know, everyone has some..."

"I know." Albert nodded to show that he understood, he pushed the plate towards Dumbledore, and asked, "It's just, why do I have to tolerate his little problem instead of him getting rid of it himself?" What's wrong?"

   "In this world, except for parents who will accommodate you, I never think that anyone will accommodate anyone." Albert's words are obvious. He is not Snape's father, so he has no intention of accommodating him.

  Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly. Albert's words were heavy, but that was the reality.

   "I admit that I don't like Malfoy, and I don't like Snape, but I never like to initiate trouble." Albert reminded.

   "It's Professor Snape." Dumbledore corrected.

   "I said that respect is mutual." Albert corrected, "The reason why a professor is respected is not to respect the professor himself, but to respect the knowledge he has mastered. Knowledge is worthy of respect."

   "As for people, I don't find much respect for Snape."

   "I really failed completely." Dumbledore said helplessly.

"You didn't fail, it's just that the times have changed." Albert did not shy away from this, "If it was a long time ago, I would never mind calling him a professor because of need, but now I don't need to force myself anymore. The relationship is equal, and if Snape wants my respect, he has to learn to respect me first, instead of always talking about the ridiculous teacher-student relationship."

"If you can't do it, you can just let him stay away from me and just ignore me. I think the two sides will definitely not have those unpleasant conflicts." Albert took a sip of tea and said gently: " After all, I will graduate at the end of June next year, and it will be very difficult for us to have any intersection in the future."

   "Please forgive young people for their irritable tempers. I really don't have such a good temper as you."

   "No, your temper is much better than most people your age."

  The whole school knew that Albert was gentle, and he was rarely seen losing his temper.

  Dumbledore is not entangled in this matter, Albert has already made it very clear, as long as the two parties do not interfere with each other.

   "I heard that Professor Umbridge fell down today." He changed the subject to something lighter.

"Yeah, she's quite old, and she's careless." Albert smiled and shook his head and said, "It's the first time I've met her in the school hospital. She's almost turning herself out of Hogwarts now." I really don’t know what Fudge asked her to do at Hogwarts, to add joy to Hogwarts?”

   "You don't like Professor Umbridge very much?" Talking about Umbridge's misfortune, Dumbledore had a smile on his face. He also dislikes Umbridge, although he won't show it directly.

   "It should be said that I hate politicians." Albert shrugged. "By the way, it was Umbridge who ordered the dementors to attack Harry Potter."

  Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised that Albert mentioned this matter.

   "Do you have evidence?"

"Do you think I need evidence?" Albert asked back: "Professor Trelawney's divination was done by me, and you should have guessed it. Think about the final outcome of the pink toad, and you will know how much she has done. mind."

   "The future may not be as predicted." Dumbledore gently reminded: "You should be very clear about how complex and changeable the causal relationship of people's behavior is!"

"I know that the predicted future can be changed, but it is difficult and requires a great price." Albert shrugged, "But I don't think Umbridge's prediction will be too big Variety."

"Maybe you know some things, but I think it's better to remind you." Albert paused, and continued, "Potter recently established a black arts defense organization called DA. I think you should know it I mean. Fudge was always worried that you'd raise an army, and I think that's why you were driven away."

   Dumbledore was silent for a moment, and seemed to have something in his heart, but he didn't say it.

   "If it's okay, I'll go first."

   "I want you to be able to teach Harry Occlumency."

   When Albert stood up and was about to leave, Dumbledore finally spoke.

   "I once taught the three of Fred Occlumency, but unfortunately they didn't learn it. I don't think I can teach Potter Occlumency." Albert shook his head and said, "You'd better teach him yourself."

   "Perhaps, you should have noticed something, and it's not appropriate for me to teach Harry." Dumbledore's glasses shone with light.

   "Believe me, Snape is more inappropriate than you. Some things are just your wishful thinking." Albert said to Dumbledore, "And I predicted the death of Sirius."

"Is what you said true?"

  The portrait Phineas, who was pretending to be asleep, finally couldn't help but speak. He couldn't tolerate the bloodline of the Black family being cut off.

"have no idea."

   "What do you mean?" Dumbledore's expression became serious.

"Although Peter Pettigrew is dead, as you said, who can say clearly about the future?" Albert reminded kindly, "I suggest you prepare some blessings, anyway, you There is no shortage of money. Of course, if you can get Felicia, remember to get me a copy, I will pay for it, you know, I have no shortage of Galleons."

   "Wait Anderson, let's talk." Phineas said loudly.

   "What I can do is very limited, the most I can do is to remind you." Albert opened the door and left.

   As soon as he came out of the gap in the monster statue, he bumped into Potter standing outside.

   "Go in, Dumbledore is inside." Albert helped Harry enter the principal's office.

   "Harry, what do you want from me?" Dumbledore was a little surprised that Harry would appear here.

"Sir, I have been having a dream recently. I dreamed of a long and dark corridor. Albert told me that my dream was related to Voldemort." Harry looked at the old man in front of him, and continued after waiting for a while : "He suggested that I learn Occlumency from you, saying that as long as I master Occlumency, I won't have the same nightmare again."

   "Mr. Anderson's judgment is quite correct." Dumbledore stared into Harry's eyes, "He thinks there is a special connection between you and Voldemort, and the master of Occlumency can prevent himself from being affected."

   "Can you teach me Occlumency?" Harry asked expectantly.

   "I'm afraid I don't have much time to teach you in the near future." Dumbledore was silent for a moment, but finally did not agree, "If you want to learn, I can find someone to teach you."

   "Who?" Harry asked curiously.

   "Mr. Anderson, he is a very powerful Occlumency Master." Dumbledore said gently, "If I can convince him."

   "Anderson said he couldn't teach me, let me find you." Harry shook his head.

   "I'll try to convince him," Dumbledore said to Harry, "if that doesn't work, I'll help you find another one."

   Originally, Harry wanted to ask Dumbledore as if he wanted to avoid him, but he didn't say it in the end. He knew that if Dumbledore didn't want to tell him, even if he asked, it would only add embarrassment.

   "Then I'll go first Professor." Harry turned and left, he could see that Dumbledore hadn't planned to reveal anything more to him.

   Maybe the time has not yet come.

  Although Harry was very annoyed by being kept secret, he has been able to barely control his emotions recently, not to mention that he just took a tranquilizer.

   "I think you should consider Anderson's proposal." Phineas said to Dumbledore after Harry left.

"I will."

"No, you won't. No wonder Anderson directly refused to join your Order of the Phoenix." Phineas turned around and disappeared. He planned to chat with Sirius, and maybe his hapless great-great-grandson should pay attention to safety. Perhaps he should have found someone he liked to marry long ago, leaving Black a direct descendant, so that the Black family line would not be extinct after death.

  (end of this chapter)