The extremely cold weather froze the huge black lake into a piece of ice, and in the faint light, the forbidden forest, swaying in the cold wind, was more like a sparkling lake.

"Before Easter last year, I remember you writing to tell me that you were exploring the ruins of an ancient Greek wizard in Greece, and that you had mailed me five pints of dragon blood and forty ounces of dragon liver,"

Amosta and Snape walked side by side to the castle standing on the edge of the cliff, and when they passed by the three tall clubs on the side of the playground, while Amosta looked at the fire of Hagrid's cottage, Snape looked at Amosta, whose eyebrows were deeper than when he graduated three and a half years ago, and the meaning in his voice was incomprehensible.

"But then, the Daily Prophet revealed interesting information that the Norwegian Ministry of Magic said that someone had illegally broken into their Fire Dragon Nature Reserve, stolen a precious Norwegian Spinback Dragon egg, and slaughtered a Norwegian Redscaly Dragon in front of two Muggles who had strayed into the reserve, Amosta, I don't think there should be any connection between the two, right?"

"What do you think, my professor?"

Amosta retracted his gaze from afar, looked at the only room in the tower that was lit by fire in a row of black holes, and smiled,

"Or what would you like from me?"

The corners of Snape's mouth hung up, and he habitually sneered, but when the words came to his mouth, he suddenly realized that the young man next to him was no longer the student who was born poor back then, and did not like to have too deep contact with his classmates at school, but only liked to immerse himself in his own world, but had quickly grown into a wizard who made him a little incomprehensible.

"It doesn't matter to me, Amosta, I just want to remind you,"

The warm meeting that Dumbledore had expected did not happen between the pair of teachers and students, and Snape strode towards the castle with his head down,

"I want you to know what you're doing now, and I want you to know that this school isn't as peaceful as it seems—especially in the last few years, Amosta, if your habit of keeping a low profile hasn't changed, keep it up, especially in front of Dumbledore,

Finally, my advice is to get out of here as soon as possible, even out of the wizarding world in England, and come back when the dust settles..., if your mind is as sharp as it was then, you should understand what I'm saying. ”

……………

Perhaps it was because the action was too ordinary tonight, and the stone monster at the door of the office bared its teeth in a vague show of dissatisfaction as it stepped aside.

"Thanks for the reminder, Professor."

Snape didn't mean to go in, and as he passed over his body, Amosta smiled softly,

"I always knew what I was doing and what I was at risk."

Dumbledore in the office had already taken the time to change into a clean, decent wizarding robe, and he had obviously sensed the arrival of the visitor in advance, and when the wall closed and Amosta stepped into the office, Dumbledore had already gotten up and stood behind his desk, looking at the door with a smile.

"Good evening, Headmaster Dumbledore!"

Although he had made a preset in his heart in advance, when the blue eyes that were reflected in the stable and bright firelight, condensed the wisdom of a hundred years of life, fell on him, Amosta Bryan still felt his face tighten for a while, and his heart beat a little faster unconsciously.

Fawkes, who was in the brazier, heard something somewhat familiar, and was struggling to stick his neck out of the pile of ashes, looking around curiously.

Thirty feet away, the tall, slender body of the fire-clad old man contained more than just a sea of magic like a sea of clouds, his legendary life story that no one else lost was a living history of modern European magic.

In front of such a person, it is hard to imagine how the first and second generations of Dark Lords have lasted so long.

"Welcome, welcome~"

Dumbledore smiled and stretched out his hand to meet Amosta, who was striding forward, his penetrating eyes swept over Amosta's young face, and only stayed on the lilac eyes for a short time, then turned his attention to the gray hair dyed with snow,

"Good evening, Amosta, I'm sorry to make you go on a long journey in such bad weather, and as compensation, may I treat you to a drink?"

"Thanks, that's exactly what I needed."

Amosta sat down under Dumbledore's guidance, and he himself walked to the bookshelf to the side, opened a cabinet for the meditation basin, and took out a vintage bottle from under the trap,

"I had to hand over most of my collection to Bobbi for the sake of my health, but this bottle..., honestly, Amosta, I haven't shared it with anyone else!"

"Ogden Aged Flame Whisky, more than 80 years old is priceless,"

Amosta sniffed the aroma of wine wafting through the air and smiled implicitly, "Thank you for your generosity, Headmaster Dumbledore, for this alone, I won't lose anything on this trip--"

Time had given the valuable spirit a rich mellowness, and Amosta took a sip of it, silently waiting for his stiff fingers to regain their flexibility.

And Dumbledore was not in a hurry to start the next conversation, he looked at Amosta quietly, his eyes were gentle, although he didn't ask any questions, he seemed to have got what he wanted to know, and the result was quite satisfactory.

"Severus told me that for the past two years I have been following in the footsteps of the great sages and exploring the magical relics lost in time,"

Dumbledore smiled when he saw Amosta's cheeks, pale from the cold, turn red

"I'm glad that you've left this school without forgetting to study magic and improve yourself, which makes me feel that the educational policy I have been adhering to in this school has not been a complete failure.

At the very least, Hogwarts education has made a very small number of people realize that there are many other good places in the wizarding world besides the Ministry of Magic. ”

Dumbledore didn't mention the appointment of the school board or anything else related to the Chamber of Secrets, much to Amosta's surprise, who had already prepared his rhetoric and plan.

"When I was still in school, young wizards didn't rush to find a way out after graduating from school, but would go on a graduation trip to see everywhere, and before I graduated, I had planned to go to Greece with an old friend of mine in search of magical creatures that have left their names in mythology, and to Egypt to see the experiments of alchemists...

Unfortunately, some accidents interrupted my plans, and I regretted it almost for the rest of my life. ”

Dumbledore's eyes fell into remembrance and he sighed.

"Making this choice may have something to do with my Muggle background,"

Amosta put down her glass, smiling in agreement, but confused.

Amosta had thought about his conversation with Dumbledore many times before coming here, and in his deduction, the elusive old man behind his desk might have exhausted his experience of the past two years, rather than being deceived by his simple words.

Perhaps, like Professor Snape, he was curious about his true purpose in trying to return to school again.

You may talk to him about the perpetrators of the backroom attack and question his prophylaxis.

But now, it seems that Dumbledore doesn't seem to be interested in any of this, and just wants to talk to himself.

Is this possible?

Amosta didn't think Dumbledore was so innocent, he was more vigilant in his heart, but he showed interest in the topic at hand,

"Children from wizarding families take the magic of magic for granted, and people like me, who grew up in the Muggle world, understand better how precious it is to be able to make miracles bloom in front of them with the wave of a wand, compared to this, power and wealth seem so insignificant."

"Don't be humble, Amosta, there are many children from Muggle families, but the ability to be in awe and tireless pursuit of knowledge is your own gift,"

Amosta's explanation was right in Dumbledore's hands, and there was relief in his eyes behind the half-moon frames

"The most important thing is that after all your experiences, you can still use words like 'miracle blooms' to describe magic, not 'power'--"

Dumbledore blinked, smiling playfully,

"When you were still studying here, Professor Snape privately expressed to me many times that he was concerned about your research into the dark arts, and this led to the two of us 'stumbling up' into the library's forbidden section in the middle of the night many times..."

Ahem!

Amosta, who was taking a sip of wine, choked on the spirits, he wiped his scarlet lips, and his expression was a bit like the embarrassment of being exposed by his parents about his childhood.

"It's rare for a wizard like you to remember those little things, Headmaster Dumbledore, I've never been obsessed with the power of the dark arts, I just think... Whether it's black magic or white magic, they're just a part of the magic, and they're all worth learning... I mean, the part worth learning from is that blind exclusion only highlights our own ignorance. ”

"Of course, of course, very philosophical statement,"

Dumbledore nodded approvingly, but his expression then became solemn,

"But not everyone has a clear sense of self and a lot of control, Amosta, so Professor Snape's concern about you back then was justified..."

PS: I hope you will support you a lot, thank you!