(Author's note: Allen breaks the law of secrecy Everyone knows that the concept prototype comes from the first generation of the Dark Lord Grindelwald, but the reform education looks at the comments, and it seems that some readers have noticed that it is actually from the second generation of the Dark Lord Voldemort's ideals when he was young... Although Voldemort is different from Allen, who really wants to popularize knowledge and engage in the wizarding world Renaissance, Voldemort just has another purpose, but in fact, Allen's inspiration for this educational reform concept does come from the mysterious man's dedication to teaching in the original book, in a sense, the protagonist I wrote is intended for him to complete some of the goals that the previous two generations of Dark Lords failed to complete, and to create with the ideas that existed in the original world, to see what kind of world this trend will become. ）

"Harry, I know what you're thinking, this next memory—" Dumbledore's eyes were a little confused, "that's actually why I told you why I hold my current position. ”

Harry clenched his fists to say something, but was stopped by Dumbledore's outstretched palm, who poured the last bottle of memory into the meditation basin. "Let's read this last memory, this is my memory. ”

Harry stepped into the meditation basin again and landed in the office they had just left, but the memory of Dumbledore seemed to be waiting for something, and he looked much younger, and his hands were intact, which made him look handsome and energetic, unlike Dumbledore's current twilight.

But the weather outside the window was the opposite, and the pale blue snow flakes of memory were drifting in the dark in front of the window, piling up on the windowsill outside—there was a knock on the door.

Voldemort knocked on the door and walked in, and Harry almost screamed in fright.

The face of the mysterious man had changed a lot from the memory just now, his face seemed to have been burned, his features were blurred, like wax, strangely twisted, the whites of his eyes now seemed to be permanently filled with blood, he was draped in a long black cloak, and his face was as white as snowflakes on his shoulders.

"Good evening, Tom. Dumbledore didn't look surprised, and said lightly, "Sit down, would you like a glass of wine?"

"Thank you so much. Voldemort didn't refuse, took the wine and sat down in Harry's place, "I've come a long way. ”

"It's been a long time since I've seen Tom, so what's the matter with you coming to me?" Dumbledore sat back in the Headmaster's chair and took a pleasant sip of wine.

Voldemort leaned back in his chair, the glass in his hand swaying gently: "They don't call me Tom anymore, now I'm called ......"

"I know what you're called, but to me as a teacher, you'll always be Tom Riddle. Dumbledore raised his glass as if to toast to Voldemort, but Voldemort didn't make any moves, Dumbledore only took a sip of himself, "I'm afraid that's what annoys the teachers? ”

"That's why you never wanted to leave Hogwarts?" Voldemort's pale cheeks lifted. "I've always wondered why you, who have been consulted by the Ministry of Magic a lot, and who seem to have been nominated twice for the Minister of Magic, would be willing to stay at Hogwarts?"

"Oh, three times, actually. It's just that nothing is more important than imparting ancient memories and training young minds. Dumbledore said happily, "As for your attitude towards the position at the Ministry of Magic, I've heard about you later, it's something we have in common, I think? Of course I remember you also saw the appeal of the teaching profession..."

"I can still see... Once, I was eager to become a teacher. It's just that Professor Deiper said I was too young to be a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. Voldemort took a sip of his wine and just put down his glass, "Now allow me to go back to this castle to teach, you know I've seen a lot since I left here, and I've done a lot, and I can teach your students things that other wizards can't... Teach these students some... It's not the same..."

Harry jerked his head up, and he exhaled uncontrollably, short, spasmodic breaths, dazed, and poked there like half a piece of wood—that's what Alan had said.

"It's some magic that shouldn't have been taught to them... In fact, you shouldn't be studying, Tom—" Dumbledore looked at Voldemort for a moment and said calmly, "Rumors of what you've done have reached your alma mater, Tom. If they were half credible, I would be very sorry. ”

"Greatness begets envy, jealousy begets resentment, and resentment breeds lies. You must know that Dumbledore's eyes seemed to be burned red with fire, "it's powerful magic!

At this time, Voldemort gave Harry a completely different feeling, let alone Allen, his expressionless facial muscles, abnormally pale skin, and red eyes made him look completely ungraceful and likable.

"It's some magic," Dumbledore corrected him calmly, "something... But on others, you're still ...... IMHO...... Ignorance is pathetic. ”

Voldemort laughed for the first time, a sneer, an evil expression, more terrible than a rage.

"Old man," he whispered, "but, Dumbledore, nothing I have seen in the world supports your famous belief that love is stronger than my magic. ”

"Maybe you're in the wrong place. Dumbledore reminded, "If you understand the power of the belief in love..."

"Well, where else could there be...... Than Hogwarts...... What would be the right place for me to start this new study?" Voldemort continued as Dumbledore had said, but his voice was completely different from what he had given Harry... He was so expectant that his voice was out of tune, "Then Dumbledore, will you let me come back? Can you let me share what I have learned with your students? I will give you myself and my talents, and let you command." ”

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, "What about those who really listen to you? your Death Eaters, what about them?"

"My friends, even without me, they will continue to do it. Voldemort's eyes glowed red, and his two slit nostrils widened.

"Is it at the pig's head bar? Noether, Rozier, Mooreseber, Dolohov... What a loyal friend—" Dumbledore sat up straight, "...... Let's get the talk out there, why did you bring your Death Eaters here tonight to apply for a job that you and I both know you don't want?"

"You're still so know-it-all," Voldemort sneered, "but don't want to? If you don't want to give me a job......"

"Of course not. Dumbledore decisively refused, "In my opinion, you didn't have expectations, and you didn't want to come here to teach more than you did when you were eighteen, but you came anyway, what are your intentions? Tom, why can't you be honest with me once?"

"Is this your final decision?" Voldemort said, standing up.

"Yes," Dumbledore stood up.

"It looks like we don't have much more to say. Voldemort's red eyes stared at Dumbledore's blue eyes with an angry face.

"Without Tom," Dumbledore said with deep sorrow, "the time I could have frightened you with a burning wardrobe and forced you to atone for your sins is long gone." But I still hope, Tom, I want you to ......."

Harry's nerves tensed, and he was sure he saw Voldemort's hand suddenly move towards the wand in his pocket. But Voldemort eventually just turned and walked away, the door was shut, and his figure vanished.

Harry felt Dumbledore's hand grab his arm again. Back in the headmaster's office, Harry sat back in his chair, picked up the chilled lemonade in front of him, and took a big sip of it, drinking this summer drink in the unsuitable weather made the coolness in it jump to his head, which calmed Harry, and he tried to stop thinking about it, but the thought just couldn't help but come out - Voldemort and Alan are different in many ways, but if you look at these aspects alone, they are too similar to Allen.

"Harry, I think you can probably understand by now..."Dumbledore whispered as he looked at Harry in front of him, "why do I have such an attitude towards Mr. Alan Harris trying to teach his students that knowledge?"

"Yes, Professor," Harry nodded silently, but defended Alan unrelentingly, "but Alan is not the same as Voldemort, I know they are very similar, especially when he was younger, but he is also different from Voldemort in many ways! And Alan wants to teach magic because he really wants to do it for the good of the wizarding world. ”

"Yes, kid. "Behind Dumbledore's half-moon-shaped glasses, a pair of bright blue eyes sparkled" Alan was born into a pure-blood family, unlike Tom, he has enough conditions to learn more about the harm of Horcruxes to people, as long as he doesn't split his soul like Tom and make multiple Horcruxes, he won't end up in the same bad situation as Tom is now... And like I've told you before, Tom is a product of aphrodisiac, and the environment in which he was a kid was... This can cause some emotional problems for him to feel... And Alan is different. ”

"Professor, why are you—" Harry was a little confused again, "I mean, if you agree with Allen's plan, I think it would be better to have you overseeing the situation..."

"I can't do that, Harry. Dumbledore's voice began to grow tired again, "I'm too old, maybe Merlin knows how long I can live, if I can be a few dozen years younger and keep my current enlightenment, maybe I'll support Alan... But not now, Harry, I can only do my own thing, in what I think is the best way to ensure peace and stability..."

"Professor Dumbledore, you..."

"I think you can understand my difficulties now..."Dumbledore held up his black hand to stop Harry, "I was too young ... Tough, especially when it comes to dealing with Tom, I've taken a vigilant resistance to him since I met him in kindergarten... So much so that I forgot my own identity as a teacher... And you saw the results... In a sense, Tom is now like this... I also became one of the promoters..."

"No, Professor, if it were me, I would have faced someone like Voldemort..."

Dumbledore sighed, "So after using this attitude towards Tom I found failure... When I noticed again that for the third time in my limited life I had encountered such a stunningly brilliant genius..."

Dumbledore's tone and demeanor at this time made Harry feel more relieved than ever.

"What should I do with him? Harry? I asked Flitwick to guide him to more Quidditch-like team sports in his lower years, and there was no ambiguity in giving Ravenclaw House extra points... I tried to create an environment for Alan Harris that I had never given to Tom... The situation was as good as I expected...

Later, I started working with Alan, and I also gave him a more relaxed attitude... But in the end, he didn't resist the temptation, and used his time to learn dark arts, and I think you've seen the effects of magic that shouldn't have been mastered by underage wizards on his character...

Later, he came up with the idea of handing over these magic to everyone... Even if Harris has successfully fended off them now, even his personality has changed somewhat, how dare I let him teach this knowledge to anyone with complete impunity?

Harry, like I told you earlier, I don't have time... I have to do something to stop this..."

"Professor Dumbledore... You're too hard..."Harry began to understand Dumbledore's perspective, but he hesitated for a moment and decided to ask the question that was difficult to ask before, "Professor, I've heard some pure-blood families lately, and the children of the school directors seem to be saying... Will you support them this time to talk about Harris being driven out of England?"

"I've been in a lot of contact with them lately... Allen's speech said that these families were persecuting too much..."Dumbledore's index finger rubbed his temple, and then gave Harry a reassuring smile, "But don't worry Harry, like I said, I won't deal with Allen the same way I do Tom, they are not the same, and I won't make the mistake of pushing Alan to that point again, it would be a terrible result for everyone... I will leave him with plenty of leeway and a way out, and the security and stability of the United Kingdom will also require Harris to control such a strong Ministry of Magic... I'm not going to ask about the adult wizards outside of Hogwarts, if they choose to go to the Ravenclaw Temple... I can't control it and I don't have the energy to do it..."