"Good morning, Poppy!"

"Good morning, Headmaster...... Mr. Potter seems to be waking up!"

"That's great, I'm here to see him!"

"By the way, Headmaster, I heard that you are now a temporary Potions teacher?"

"yes, Poppy, even you know?"

"The students at the school hospital have been discussing this all day, and it sounds like your course is quite popular?"

"Perhaps...... Or maybe it's a little bit different in my approach to education?"

......

It was dark, and he kept falling, falling, and falling into the abyss!

Suddenly, he felt nothing but a golden thing glistening above his head, which annoyed him.

He tried to smash it with a punch, but his arm was too heavy to lift.

Blinking slightly, it turned out to be just a pair of glasses.

How strange.

He blinked vigorously again, and this time, Albus Dumbledore's smiling face appeared in front of him.

......

"Good afternoon, Harry. Dumbledore greeted.

Harry Potter stared at him blankly, then suddenly remembered!

"Professor!" he exclaimed, "It's Draco Malfoy...... What was he planning...... In the Room of Requirement...... I found him, and then he cast a curse on me......"

"Harry, please be calm, or Madam Pomfrey will kick me out. Dumbledore's face didn't fluctuate in the slightest.

Harry swallowed and looked around.

He realized that he was lying on a hospital bed covered with crisp white linens, and not in the dark, hidden, responsive room.

"Mr. Malfoy will pay for his actions, and Professor Snape will punish him according to the school rules...... He has always been very strict. Dumbledore continued to respond.

"You've found out what he's been doing in the Room of Requirement, aren't you? You're going to fire him, aren't you?" asked Harry, busy.

"Okay Harry, I'll say it again, don't get too excited...... Dumbledore smiled, "Professor Snape has told me that this is just an ordinary, student-to-student brawl...... Mr. Malfoy will be triggered, and he will be locked up for weeks...... I believe in Severus!"

"But...... But ......" Harry only felt that he was full of grievances, and there was nowhere to speak.

"I know what you think, Harry, and I know your attitude towards Mr. Malfoy!" Dumbledore's voice suddenly became a little more serious, "You're a good boy, but Mr. Malfoy's nature isn't bad either...... Everyone makes mistakes sometimes, but what we need to do is to let them not fall deeper and deeper into their mistakes, and let them get lost......"

Harry Potter swallowed, "I see, Professor. ”

He lay there, not knowing for a moment what to say.

Dumbledore hummed a ditty happily and looked at the ceiling with a smile.

......

"Professor!" As if to break the silence of the room, Harry took the initiative to say, "I heard that there is a new Potions teacher, I wonder if he is ......"

"Oh, that's the question...... I can tell you responsibly, it's me!"

"Huh?" Harry Potter seemed startled.

"I think I've had some knowledge in alchemy, so it's probably not too much of a problem to be up to the task. Dumbledore shrugged, "Of course, I've been teaching for a few days now, although the response is a bit mediocre!"

Harry suddenly remembered the description of Dumbledore on the picture of the Chocolate Frog - "Dumbledore's well-known contributions include the discovery of twelve uses of dragon blood, and his work with his collaborator Nicolame in alchemy"...... Speaking of which, this headmaster is also a master of alchemy, so there is naturally no big problem in being qualified for the position of Potions teacher.

And the thought that the new Potions teacher wouldn't be Snape made him feel much better.

"By the way, how are you feeling now, Harry?" asked Dumbledore, with some concern.

"It's okay!" Harry thought for a moment and nodded, "At least his mind is clear." ”

"Then come with me. Dumbledore suddenly became serious, he said.

"But ......"

"We're short on time right now!"

"Okay, Professor. ”

"I'll explain the situation to Poppy, now you come with me......"

......

They left the school hospital and walked inside the castle until there was a lone stone monster in the corridor on the eighth floor.

With Professor Dumbledore's appearance, the stone monster jumped to the side, the wall behind it splitting in half, revealing a moving spiral staircase behind it. Harry stepped up after the Headmaster, swirling the staircase in circles and upwards until he reached the door of the Headmaster's office with its brass knocker.

Harry stole around to guess what Dumbledore had called him so suddenly.

The circular office still looks as usual, with a lot of fine silverware on the table. The portraits of the old headmasters, both men and women, were dozing off in their frames, and Dumbledore's magnificent phoenix Fawkes stood on a branch behind the door, watching Harry with interest.

"Professor, you seem to have mentioned earlier that we have limited time?" Harry asked softly, a little reluctantly.

"Yes, you should be well aware of everything that happened at Christmas...... We can't have two sides, so we have to deal with one side as quickly as possible. Dumbledore said calmly, but there was a grimness in his voice.

Harry nodded thoughtfully.

"At Christmas, I wrote to you to say that I want to give you additional private tutoring. Dumbledore said in a serious tone, "You must be wondering, how am I going to give you a lesson?"

"Yes, sir. ”

"I'm sure there must be a lot of mystery in your mind...... Fifteen years ago, what prompted Voldemort to poison you...... What kind of relationship does there exist between you and Voldemort...... Voldemort is a powerful dark wizard, what kind of evil actions did he do...... "Dumbledore came along."

Harry Potter only felt the sound of his breathing, and it became much faster.

Dumbledore stood up, walked around the table, and walked past Harry.

Harry turned eagerly in his chair and watched Dumbledore lean over the cabinet by the door. When Dumbledore straightened up, he held in his hand a shallow-bottomed stone basin familiar to Harry, with a circle of strange symbols carved into the mouth.

He placed the "Meditation Basin" on the table in front of Harry, and there were lots of silvery flocculents, or memories, floating in the basin.

"You look nervous. Dumbledore asked casually.

"Sort of!" Harry smiled a little reluctantly, "I'll try, Professor!"