The University of Cambridge, located in the city of Cambridge, 90 kilometers from London, is a university with a very rich humanistic atmosphere.

Calvin, dressed in a gray trench coat, stood in front of an apartment and was slow to enter. He looked up at the moon that had just risen in the distance, and his face was as gloomy as the night that had just fallen.

After bringing the werewolf Lupin to Sirius' mansion, he did not return to Hogwarts, but went straight here.

Calvin's hesitation didn't last long, and the owner of the apartment seemed to sense that a guest was coming, and took the initiative to open the door.

"Calvin!" An old man with gray hair looked at Calvin and said in surprise, "It's not Christmas yet, why are you coming to see me?" ”

"Uncle—" Calvin staggered into the apartment, his red eyes like two extinguished coals.

Uncle Robert seemed to sense Calvin's embarrassment and asked tentatively, "Calvin, what's wrong with you?" Is it in trouble in that world? ”

Calvin sighed and didn't answer Robert's question directly, "Uncle, do you remember the time I was punished the most severely by you when I was a child?" ”

Robert thought for a moment, "Do you mean the one that almost burned down the Cambridge Library?" ”

"Since then I have known that you are extraordinary. But you have to control yourself, I mean, you have to have a clear idea of yourself. ”

Calvin nodded, "Yes, uncle. I have to thank you, I always remember this sentence, otherwise I could have become the big devil in that world... But recently, maybe not recently, I might be a little drifting..."

Robert put the teacup down with both hands and grabbed Calvin's right hand.

"So, you have too much power over your abilities? Are you conceited? ”

Calvin listened to his uncle's increasingly serious tone, and admitted the incident with difficulty, he wanted to open his mouth to defend himself, but in the end he gave up.

"I've become that kid playing with fire again."

Robert let go of Calvin's hand and led him to sit on the wicker chair by the fireplace, "So you came to me to try to get me to punish you?" Or do you want me to help you rediscover yourself? ”

"Uncle," Calvin lowered his head with a rare look of shame and pain, "please help me." ”

However, to Calvin's surprise, Robert shook his head and rejected him.

"I can't help you, kid. The only person in the world who can help you is yourself. I am a professor of history, and many people in history have suffered like this, Caesar, Augustus, and your ancestor, Pepin the Short, all had this kind of pain and struggle. ”

Calvin's expression was extremely distorted: "But I... I can't forgive my mistake. ”

"You can't never make mistakes, kid. The question is, what price are you going to pay for your mistakes? Robert looked at his nephew.

Calvin nodded mechanically, he knew that he could no longer get more help from this wise old man.

"Well, let's sleep all night with me, we only see each other once a year at Christmas, and I miss you too." Robert is like an elder who cares for his younger generations at this time.

Calvin thought about it, although he had a lot to do, he really should accompany his uncle.

The next morning, Calvin left his uncle's apartment after having breakfast.

Calvin glanced towards the end of the mist, and instead of apparition shifting, he walked straight into the mist.

At the end of the mist, Calvin met another wise old man.

"I've been waiting for you since I heard about what happened yesterday, and then I thought, you might be here." Dumbledore broke the silence first, "Is Robert Rawls alright?" ”

"Do you know my uncle?"

Dumbledore nodded, "Ever since you left England, I've been coming to see him often to see if he's been retaliated against by the Death Eaters. I came to know him as a very wise scholar, and the wisdom he drew from history helped me. ”

Calvin was silent for a moment, then said, "Thank you, help me take care of my uncle before." ”

Dumbledore didn't care about these things, and instead talked about what happened yesterday: "Yesterday's operation, failed? ”

“…… Yes, there are big holes in the plan. By this time, Calvin had to admit that his ego had led to the failure of the operation.

"I don't think there's anything left in the world to punish you, so what price will you pay for your mistakes?"

Calvin glanced at Dumbledore, as if he had overheard his uncle last night.

"Lucius Malfoy... He has at least one identity to reveal. In the short term, this spy is of little use. It's just that doing so might hurt Draco......" Calvin said with extreme difficulty, and then he noticed Dumbledore's eyes.

The kind old man looked at him with a rare mocking look, and I don't know if it was an illusion, Calvin could see a trace of disdain in the corners of his mouth that were hooked.

What does he mean by that!

Calvin shouted in his heart. He was about to burst into anger in his heart, but he suddenly remembered a phrase he had heard while in North America with an intelligence organization:

"Would you sell your mom to a brothel?"

No, I'm not that kind of person.

Calvin calmed down instantly, his dark eyes rekindled, and he calmly responded to Dumbledore's mocking gaze.

"No, I'm not going to make others pay for my mistakes. I'll take care of the Malfoys. Calvin said calmly.

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, as if he had never shown disdain or sarcasm.

"I'm sure you're capable of handling the aftermath. But you didn't get nothing yesterday, did you? Dumbledore asked.

Calvin pulled out a glass jar that soaked an arm in an unknown liquid.

"There are still some." Calvin suppressed his anger said, "Peter Pedirus's right hand. ”

Calvin pumped a little magic into the jar, and countless intricate patterns appeared from the skin of his arm.

"Dark magic and alchemy." Dumbledore looked closer, and his sophisticated eyes could discern what the patterns were.

"Yes," Calvin nodded, not without disgust, "but the material he uses for alchemy is a living person." He's a devil, and even Helmo has never done such a thing. ”

"But I have to say, he's also a genius." Dumbledore could see how powerful these black patterns were.

Calvin put the jar away again, "That's why Peter has been able to hold on to my hands for so long, and if there is a next time, I will definitely not let them go." ”