Harry Potter and the Old Ones

It was fast approaching December, and when the first snow of the term turned from splendid flakes to goose feathers, most of the Hogwarts classmates were still in Tierra. In the black magic classroom, there is no chance to witness the arrival of the first snow.

At this moment, a silver-gray water basin was suspended in the mid-air in the center of Tierra's black magic classroom.

The basin was so thin that it was like a mirror. If it weren't for the water waves that were shaking from time to time, it would be like a mirror.

Any student above the fourth grade is very familiar with this pool—

Pensieve.

But now, the entire classroom is completely empty.

Inside the Pensieve, it was very lively.

At the beginning of the class, Tiera took out the Pensieve, and then under Tiera's organization, people in the classroom lined up one by one, walking into the Pensieve like dumplings. ——

They approached the Pensieve, their faces dipped into the cold surface of the memory, and then fell into the darkness.

It took a few seconds for their feet to hit the hard ground.

"There's Dumbledore," Tiera said briskly, pointing to a tall figure in front of them who was crossing the road to a horse-drawn carriage.

Most of the students were still confused, and only a few middle and senior students responded and looked in the direction Tiera pointed.

Young Albus Dumbledore also had short hair and a beard, auburn hair and beard, looking haggard and hasty.

Arriving at the side of the road where Tiera and the students were standing, young Dumbledore strode forward along the pavement, attracting many curious glances because of his ornately tailored velvet outfit. .

"Classmates." After everyone was awake, Tiye stretched his hand and poked the space in front of him——

Everything around it was as if the pause button was pressed, and it was still there.

"Okay, then I think everyone must be wondering why I gathered the practice class, fast class, normal class and slow class that have been divided into one classroom again, and brought everyone into this Pensieve." Tiera asked, then paused and looked at the reactions of the hundreds of little wizards.

- There was no noise, only low whispers.

After the whispering subsided, Tiera said slowly:

"The one I took you into today is called the Pensieve."

"Just in case anyone doesn't know what a Pensieve is, let me explain it to you first." Tiera said calmly, "The Pensieve is an incredible tool for preserving thoughts and memories in the mind. To add a new memory to it, just point the tip of the wand near the temple, remove some of the shiny silver memory from the head and put it in the basin. When you touch the substance in the Pensieve, you will enter that memory, You can see what happened in the past, and the person who appears in this memory cannot discover your existence."

"So, is there anyone willing to guess who's memory we entered today?" Tiera asked with a smile, "The students raised their hands to answer, adding an equal score."

"Dumbledore!" As always, Hermione raised her hand first, then pointed to Dumbledore who was attracting everyone's attention on the street and said, "I see Dumbledore."

"Clever, Miss Granger." Tiera said with a smile.

"Then does anyone know what the purpose of me asking Professor Dumbledore for this memory today?" Tiera said with a smile.

This time everyone was stunned, staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes. Obviously, no one knew who this memory was about.

"Voldemort." Tiera spit out a word in a deep voice.

"What? Voldemort?"

"The Dark Lord? Is this a memory of the Dark Lord?"

"V, Voldemort?"

......

The little wizards exploded in an instant.

"Quiet! Quiet!" Tiera shouted, until a few shouts silenced the noisy crowd.

"I teach you the principles of black magic, I persuade Dumbledore to teach black magic publicly in Hogwarts, and I train you in black magic skills, but that doesn't mean I will allow a black magician to appear again in the students. Demon Lord," Tiera said, "this will be your Christmas holiday homework...and your only dark magic homework lately."

"There are no esoteric calculations, no annoying magic configurations, but like traditional schoolwork, everyone needs to write a paper," Tiera said. "In this class, and before Christmas, In a few classes, I will take you to Voldemort's childhood, childhood and youth memories, to observe the growth trajectory of Voldemort's parts, and in the Christmas after that, I hope that you can use what you have observed, and Your usual accumulation, write a paper."

"Discuss the Dark Lord, Voldemort's mental journey." Tiera said, "The essay does not need to be long, but it must be profound, it must come from the heart, and it must be deeply analyzed."

"And if the paper is judged to be unqualified, the students will not be able to enter the black magic class of the next semester." Tiera said, "They must complete it by themselves, and the same is true for plagiarism."

As soon as Tiera said this, the little wizards became noisy again, whispering at first, and then they became louder and louder when they saw that Tiera didn't seem to be stopping them.

Gu Li

"Quiet! Quiet!" Tiera had to shout again, and after four or five roars, she suppressed the chaotic voices of these adolescent boys and girls.

After everyone was quiet again, Tiera waved her hand to make the world in her memory come alive again, then turned around, walked in front, and followed the young Dumbledore for a short while with the little wizards. The road, at last they passed through an iron gate and into an empty courtyard, facing a more severe square building with high railings all around.

Dumbledore went straight to the door and knocked a few times.

A few seconds later, the door was opened by an untidy girl in an apron. The girl's face was also dirty, and there was only a rubber band on her head that was loosely tied into her hair.

"Good afternoon, I have an appointment with Ms. Cole. I believe she is in charge of this place," said the young Dumbledore.

"Huh? Oh..." The girl looked bewildered, looking at Dumbledore's strange attire. "Um...wait, wait...Ms Cole!"

she called back.

Harry heard some responses from far away.

The girl turned to Dumbledore and said, "Come in, she's on her way."

Dumbledore walked into the black and white corridor, the whole space was shabby but clean.

Tiera and others followed closely, and even many people stuck their heads out of the wall to watch this scene.

Before long, a short, weary-looking woman hurried towards Dumbledore.

She had an angular face that showed more longing than relentless, and was speaking back to another apron-clad assistant as she walked towards Dumbledore.

"… took the iodine upstairs for Martha Stubbs to get his scab off and Eric Halley to get ooze all over his bedding - a rash more than any other Everything is important." She muttered to herself in detail, and then her eyes fell on Dumbledore, she stopped blankly, and watched Dumbledore pass by like a giraffe in surprise.

"Good afternoon," Dumbledore said, before extending his hand politely.

But Ms Cole responded with a yawn.

"My name is Albus Dumbledore. I sent you a letter hoping to meet once. You kindly invited me to come here today." Dumbledore didn't care about Mrs. Cole's attitude, but said politely.

Ms. Cole blinked, making sure Dumbledore wasn't a hallucination, before saying feebly, "Oh, yes...then you'd better come to my room. Yes."

She took Dumbledore into a small house that looked like part living room, part office.

It's as shabby as the hallway, the furniture is old and doesn't fit properly.

She invited Dumbledore to sit in a rickety chair, and sat herself behind a chaotic table, looking at him uneasily.

"I have said in the letter that I am here to talk to Tom Riddle about his future arrangements," Dumbledore said.

"Are you a family member?" asked Mrs Cole.

"No, I'm a teacher," said Dumbledore. "I'd like to invite Tom to our school."

"What school?" asked Mrs Cole.

"It's called Hogwarts," said Dumbledore.

"Why are you interested in Tom?" asked Mrs Cole alertly.

"We believe this quality of him is what we need," Dumbledore replied.

"You mean he got his degree? How did he do it? He didn't take any exams." Mrs Cole was more alert.

"His name has been on our roster since he was born." Dumbledore took the trouble to explain ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Who did it register? "Mrs. Cole was obviously not at ease, but continued to ask vigilantly.

Apparently this is an overzealous and alert woman.

Dumbledore seemed to think so too. He quickly took his wand from the pocket of his velvet jacket and took a piece of paper from Mrs. Kohler's desk.

"Here, look at this," Dumbledore said, waving his wand quietly as he handed the paper over. "I think it should tell everything clearly."

"Oh... this seems to be okay." Mrs. Cole said calmly after scanning the contents of the paper quickly, and handed it back.

"Uh, a glass of gin?" Mrs. Cole dropped her vigilance a little, and stood up and said, with a hint of enthusiasm in her eyes, as if she herself had wanted to drink that gin for a long time.

"Thank you very much," Dumbledore said with a smile, then slowly put his wand back into his jacket pocket.

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