Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Now, there are only Dumbledore, Ivan and Harry left in the house.

Harry seemed a little cautious, Dumbledore was weary, and dealing with Fogey didn't seem that easy.

Ivan knew very well that while Dumbledore could ignore the advice of the Ministry of Magic, he would not do so if he had to.

Because doing so would undoubtedly make everything worse, he would get as much support as possible from Fuji and the Ministry of Magic.

But it's really hard, Fudge is becoming increasingly difficult to satisfy and compromise...

What he needs to consider first is his position and power, then the rest.

“Do you two have something to tell me?!” Dumbley said, turning around and looking at Ivan and Harry, "but I suggest we have something to eat before we do, and I'm sure you didn't have breakfast when you got here! ”

He waved his wand and milk and sandwiches appeared on the table.

Dumbledore sat in the chair behind the table, indicating that Ivan and Harry were sitting opposite him.

While they were eating, his eyes shifted to the closeless cabinet door and he seemed to have guessed what had happened.

“Professor!” Harry panicked and explained that he swallowed the food in his mouth, “The cabinet door was open when we came in...”

“So we accidentally saw the meditation pot inside!” Ivan added, “and your memory! ”

“I understand that when Fogey arrived, I was using it. I hurriedly put it away, I'm sure it didn't close the cabinet door tightly, it will naturally attract your attention.” Dumbledore calmly said, staring at two people from above the half-moon lens, "Curiosity is not a sin, but I have to say again, we should be careful when we are curious. Especially you, Evan, don't get too exposed to things you don't know, really..."

“I know!” Ivan nodded, what is Dumbledore referring to?!

Are those dangerous dark magic, the demons in the basement, or the terrible evil gods?!

“Good!” Dumbledore smiled again.

He walked over and opened the cabinet door, brought the meditation basin over and placed it on the table in front of them.

Things in the pot returned to a silver-white state, spinning in front of them, riddled with ripples.

“I think you know, this meditation pot!” Dumbledore said, sitting down again, "Sometimes I feel like I have too many thoughts and memories in my head, and I need to use them to help me sort them out. Pour your memories into the basin and take a good look when you have time. You know, in this state, it's easier to see their form and their connection to each other. ”

With Ivan and Harry watching, he plunged the stick tip of the wand into his silver hair and approached the temple.

When he pulled out the wand, the tip of the wand seemed to have some hair glued to it, a small strand of silver-white matter similar to that found in the pot.

Dumbledore adds this new idea to the basin, holding the meditation basin with long hands and turning.

Gradually, Snape's face appeared in the rock basin, like a goldsmith spinning a sand tray.

Snape opened his mouth and spoke to the ceiling with a little echo.

“He's back, Kakalov's too, more obvious and clearer than ever before...”

“He did come back and I could see the connection without help!” Dumbledore sighed, "too obvious. I thought he would lay low. ”

Dumbledore frowned slightly and slapped the thought in the pot with his cane tip.

The pot immediately raised a human figure, a 13-year-old boy with pale skin and freckles.

He was the younger little Buddy Crouch, with his legs still standing in the pot.

When he spoke, he also carried echoes like Snape, as if they were coming from deep into the rock basin.

“Yes, Professor, I have to get all twelve Ordinary Wizarding Level Certificates, and my father asked me to do it, so I wanted to apply for a time converter...” His face reminded Ivan of Malfoy with pride.

“Is this Mr. Crouch's son?!” Harry whispered, looking at the boy.

“Yes!” Dumbledore slammed the idea in the basin again. Little Buddy sank, and the basin turned opaque silver and white, “that's little Buddy Crouch, a very smart kid I remember as a student, and very polite. Believe me, not many students can work out new spells at this age, and old Buddy expects a lot from him. ”

“He developed his own spell when he was fourteen?” Ivan asked.

“An interesting little magic!” Dumbledore said, "His grades in all courses were full, and he was the best graduate of Hogwarts after Tom Riddle. I thought he was going to work for the Ministry of Magic, son of a father...”

“Professor, I've just seen the memories from that trial, he's not like the other three Death Eaters!” Harry hesitated to say, "He probably just happened to be there by accident...”

“Nothing happens by chance, Harry!” Dumbledore closed his eyes and said in a reprehensible tone, "I also learned later, probably shortly after this conversation, that he joined Voldemort's team and became the youngest victim of eating and soon gained prominence. I should have noticed to stop this happening! ”

The silver light in the meditation basin illuminated Dumbledore's face, and he looked so old.

Ivan seems to have just realized that the greatest wizard in the world, at this moment, is like a real old man.

“Sometimes I wonder, our philosophy of education is very problematic.” Dumbledore said slowly, "Teaching only student magic, not human reason, led to the appearance of so many dark wizards. Especially for Slytherin students, they are excellent, but this also means that they are more seduced and must be carefully guided..."

Unlike other professors, Dumbledore cares about what students are thinking and always does.

Especially for talented wizards, he hopes to lead them to the right path, which he sees as his responsibility.

That's a good idea, although not all results are so perfect.

Voldemort is the most obvious example, and he grew up almost under Dumbledore's watchful eye to become the most sinister Dark Lord.

In the field of magic, the more you know, the greater your ambition; the stronger you become, the more temptation you will receive.

Sometimes seemingly correct practices tend to be counterproductive.