"Yes, Harry, that's their usual method... I've been persecuted like this before," Dumbledore's fingers tapped on the table, "I'll warn them that ordinary students shouldn't be involved in these things, whether it's this time or the mysteries..."

Harry blurted out, "Professor... Why can't you join forces with Alan? Death Eaters, Voldemort and anything like that aren't worth mentioning at all. ”

"Believe me, Harry, I've been working on this," Dumbledore said calmly, "but unfortunately... Mr. Alan Harris and I are both very stubborn on a number of issues..."

Harry drooped his head, the knuckles of his fingers holding the cup white.

"Harry, you're frustrated, and honestly, I'm not in a better mood than you are for letting things get like this. Dumbledore's fingers were together, his habitual gesture.

"I don't understand, Professor, why you and Alan can't compromise with each other, you both want the wizarding world to get better. Harry shook his head, it was difficult for him to control his true emotions in front of both Dumbledore and Alan.

"Harry, the wizarding world is accustomed to peace, and the mysterious man wants to see this peace destroyed, and Alan's radical educational reforms are essential to this peace..."Dumbledore's voice was a little tired, "Harry, what is the attitude of your classmates towards this?"

"I don't know... Belch... I mean, everybody has a lot of ideas... For example, Neville is a pure-blood, but he is personally very supportive of Allen, he thinks Allen is a smart person and makes very wise decisions, but he told me that his grandmother has always been very opposed to him learning the dark arts, and he is also against Alan teaching magic to others, but his grandmother has rejected some pure-blood family invitations... Flegg was a Muggle of origin, and he was more than willing to learn these spells and magic, but he was more resistant and fearful of the dark arts, and he did not dare to learn them unscrupulously. Harry's eyes swept over Dumbledore's face, but the Headmaster was still so calm and kind that he couldn't see his attitude, Harry continued, "... After Allen's lecture on the Ravenclaw Temple's open knowledge learning channel... Many people face the pressure of the family... I heard Dean say... It's Dean Thomas, his dad keeps him away from these things, his dad is a wizard and his mom is a Muggle, and his dad boss is putting pressure on his staff... It's not just us, it's also in Allen's camp, and everyone is confused, but I think, just like Malfoy, including some purebloods... Most people in the school were more supportive of Allen. ”

"For a large part of our wizarding community, Professor Alan Harris's idea of a theme is very tempting, and they will jump into it... And from the very beginning, it was only a tendency to become more assertive and engaged in numerous confrontations with disagreements... It's not just going to divide the students, it's going to destabilize Britain and the wizarding world as a whole..."Dumbledore looked at Harry through his crescent-shaped glasses and asked, "Harry, you must wonder why I, who have been fighting for Muggles and half-blood wizards to get more of the power they deserve, would take a different stance when it comes to reforming education?"

"Yes, I don't really understand, Professor. Harry understood Dumbledore's concern a little when he heard it, but he felt more unspeakable confusion, as if he was in a fog.

"I'll show you a few memories as usual... Harry, maybe you'll get the idea...", snapping his fingers, and after refilling Harry's drink automatically, Dumbledore said, "Leave that alone now, we have more important things to talk about, Harry, have you done my homework last time?"

"Ah," Harry snapped into his mind, because of the Quidditch match, Ron's poisoning, the Apparition class, and Alan's affair, as well as the concern about Pansy and Snape..., plus the fact that the other party had been wary of him since the last time he asked Slughorn...... Dumbledore's question made Harry's heart sink, and he turned his head to look Dumbledore in the eyes, looking at the meditation basin placed on the table, next to the meditation there were two crystal bottles, and in them were swirling memories.

Harry replied with some weakness, "Professor, I've asked Professor Slughorn a few times, so much so that he doesn't want to talk to me anymore. He was very resistant to recalling the event, and I had no way of getting his memory. ”

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

"Oh," Dumbledore stared at Harry from above the half-moon lenses, "so you've given up, haven't you? I noticed you've started to spend all your energy on other things lately..."

"Ugh. Harry was speechless, not knowing what to say, and he was a little ashamed to find a reason for himself: "Uh...... The reason why I brought Ron to Professor Slughorn on the day he mistakenly took the aphrodisiac was because I wanted to take the opportunity and not talk to me about Professor Slughorn's chance, and I thought I might be able to ......."

"Did it work?" Dumbledore asked.

"Well, no, Professor... You know, I poisoned Ron......"

“...... Naturally, you forgot about looking for memories, and I didn't expect any other reaction, because your best friend was in danger... But once it's certain that Mr. Weasley will make a full recovery, I thought you'd go back and do the homework I assigned... But you seem to be worrying about other things again, like having a hot fight with Miss Weasley?... Harry... I've explained to you how important that memory is, and in fact, I've tried to make you realize that it's the most crucial memory, and that without it, we'd just waste time..."

A hot, pinprick of shame spread across Harry's head. Dumbledore didn't raise his voice, not even with anger in his words, but Harry would rather he yell, the icy disappointment was more uncomfortable than anything else.

"Professor," Harry explained a little desperately, "it's not that I don't care, I'm just being ...... Other things ......"

"Everything else is on your mind," Dumbledore helped him finish, "I see." ”

The two fell silent again, the most embarrassing silence Harry had ever experienced with Dumbledore, seemingly endless, only to be punctuated by the snoring of the portrait of Armando Duppet above Dumbledore's head.

Harry had a strange sense of insignificance, as if he had shrunk after entering the room, and he couldn't take it anymore, so he said, "Professor Dumbledore, I'm really sorry...... I should have thought that if it weren't really important, you wouldn't have asked me to do it... I promise I'll get it all in the future. ”

"I'm so grateful for that, Harry—" Dumbledore stroked his long beard and sighed as he looked at Harry's still somewhat unremarkable, "... Sometimes it takes more than just hard work to succeed, we need some luck...... Well...... Harry, I think you can go to Professor Snape and ask him for some elixir, and I'll give Severus to get him to cooperate with you..."

"Professor, don't bother Snape, I think... Oh, I mean don't bother Professor Snape..."Hearing Snape's name, Harry subconsciously shook his head in refusal, and then he had a flash of inspiration for what he had planned to do as a joke, "I think... I can borrow a potion from Hermione, you know, in the first potions class of the year, Professor Slughorn gave Hermione a bottle of elixir, she probably wouldn't normally use it..."

"So do I hope you're going to put this on the agenda?" Brido looked at Harry from his hooked nose.

"I will, Professor. Harry's lips pursed tightly, and although Dumbledore didn't say anything accusatory, the calm disappointment made his heart weigh harder.

"Then we're not going to talk about it now... Do you remember our last story, Harry?" Dumbledore's tone was a little more cordial, his hand swept over the meditation basin and the memory bottle on the table, "These two memories are very precious, because few people can give us memories of adult Voldemort... In fact, I was skeptical that there was a living person other than himself who could tell us more about his life after leaving Hogwarts. ”

As you might have guessed, he made it to seventh grade with the best grades in every exam, his classmates around him were thinking about what career he wanted to pursue after graduation, almost everyone thought Tom Riddle would be amazing, he was a prefect, student council president, a top student, he had received special commendations and Merlin medals from the school, he was charming and popular with most of the students and professors, and led a small group he founded at the school called the Knights of Walples - now they were called the Death EatersDumbledore expertly finished talking about Voldemort's excellence, took a sip of his drink and continued. "I know of several teachers, including Professor Slughorn, who have suggested that he join the Ministry of Magic and offer to introduce him, but he refuses... Later, the instructors learned that he had gone to work in the dark magic shop of Bogin-Bock. ”

The familiar description unnerved Harry, and he digressed the subject: "Bogin and Bock?"

"I think you remember what Tom said in his previous memories... The Gaunt family is old, but it doesn't help Tom much anymore, and if he wants to continue to gain some knowledge after graduating from an orphanage, I don't think there's a better place for him... I'm sorry that Hogwarts didn't hide a lot of too dangerous knowledge at the time..."Dumbledore picked up a small crystal bottle that was shining next to the meditation basin, he tapped 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 Haoqi. Her master was a very old and very wealthy witch named Hepzibah Smith... After this incident, I managed to get Hao Qi's memory. ”

Harry stood up, leaned over the rippling silver substance in the stone basin, and entered his memory.

In an ornately decorated room, where the orange-yellow flames of the three candles burning on the candlesticks danced happily, Harry noticed that his vision had shortened considerably, and he realized that he was looking through the eyes of the house-elf who was hiding nearby.

"Thank you for the flowers you brought me... How do you know my favorite variety? You spoil me, old lady...", an old woman's voice sounded, her tone full of grievances, she picked up the white teapot with a delicate texture, and the tea that flowed out immediately changed from colorless to purple-red after pouring it into the cup, emitting a thick mist.

"I've said it hundreds of times... The store has used you too hard, and your pale face has been a little abnormal lately... Eat whatever you want..."A very plump old woman asked the house-elf to put a plate of snacks in front of a young wizard, dressed in a bright reddish-purple robe and wearing a delicate ginger wig on her head.

Harry guessed that it was Lady Hepzibah Smith, the mistress of the house-elf Hadge.

Hepziba took the cup of tea and offered it to the young man across from him: "What is the excuse for coming to see me, a boring old woman, this time?"

The young man took the teacup gracefully, and did not care about the old lady's attempt to touch him, but leaned back against the chair and raised his head, but the smile he had kept a little more mechanical.

Harry realized that the young wizard was none other than Lord Voldemort, who had graduated from Hogwarts - and he was now Tom Marvolo. Riddle, who at this time looked more mature and handsome than the handsome boy student council president in the notebook Harry had seen during the second-year room incident, he looked more mature and handsome - his well-groomed black hair was neatly combed to the right, his cheeks were sunken but his features were more three-dimensional, and he was wearing an indigo shirt with neat buttons to his neck, and a dark green single-placket suit vest that fit his figure, and he showed an old-school pure-blood.