Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 1020: Times have changed

"Come in!"

A low knock sounded outside, and Dumbledore, who was behind the desk, put down the quill in his hand and raised his head to look towards the door.

"Good evening, Professor."

Albert pushed open the door and walked into the principal's office, greeting the old man with a smile.

"Good evening, Albert." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Sit down, what would you like to drink, milk tea?"

Albert sat opposite Dumbledore, glanced over the "Tales of Bedouin the Poet " and the parchment manuscript on the table, and said softly, "It seems that I am here at the wrong time, you seem to be there work."

“"The Story of the Poet Bedou ", have you read this book?"

Dumbledore put a cup of steaming milk tea in front of Albert, looked at the "Stories of Bedouin the Poet" on the table and said, "This is the original text, "The Beetle the Poet" in the bookstore Dou Tales  " has some traces of modification, do you want to take a look?"

Speaking, he handed the book to Albert. .

"Are you going to re-translate it?" Albert took the book, flipped through it at random, and found that the old book was written in runes, and most wizards are of average rune. .

"Yes, I'm going to re-translate and write my own review." Dumbledore added a tablespoon of honey to his teacup, stirred slowly, and said, "I heard you recently wrote a book too. ."

"Yes, many people will use it later."

Albert didn't deny it, and there's nothing to deny. He pulled his wand from his pocket, tapped the milk tea in front of him, and after Dumbledore's confused eyes made it disappear, he gave it again. I changed myself into a new cup of milk tea.

To be honest, this was extremely rude, but Dumbledore wasn't offended by it, just a little surprised and puzzled.

"Sorry, since Umbridge handed me a cup of milk tea, I've been a little… disgusted with the drinks that other people handed me," Albert explained to Dumbledore.

"Looks like I made a bad impression on you that time." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly.

"That's right." Albert took a sip of the milk tea and said, "After all, no one wants to drink a drink that may be seasoned."

"She really did that?"

Albert put down the teacup and said lightly, "No, I won't give her a chance."

"Maybe, we shouldn't be talking about her, that's not a pleasant subject." Dumbledore diverted the subject, apparently not wanting to discuss Umbridge with Albert, "You wouldn't mind sending me a copy Your new book, when I finish editing it, I will give you a copy as well."

"Oh, sure."

Albert flicked his wand, and after a crackling sound, a book was summoned by him out of thin air. He reached out to catch the book and placed it in front of Dumbledore.

"It seems that you are not optimistic about the future prospects."

Dumbledore took the book and carefully flipped through the table of contents in front of him to understand what was going on.

"It's not very optimistic. Many people will die, especially Muggle-born wizards." Albert's tone was very light, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

"What a terrible future."

Dumbledore put down the book in his hand and sighed, "I taught him before, but unfortunately I couldn't guide him on the right path..."

"The right way?" Albert asked with an odd expression: "What do you think is the right way."

"At least, it's definitely not right to do what he did." Dumbledore did not answer Albert directly.

"Everyone thinks they are right, especially some people." Albert didn't care about Dumbledore's vague answer and didn't mean to argue with the other party, but said calmly. Fact, "When You-Know-Who and his minions take control of the Ministry of Magic, and when they are the final victors in this war, they will be right and you will be wrong."

"Do the victors write history?" Dumbledore understood what Albert meant, took a sip of milk tea and said softly, "You are right, it is still up to people to judge whether it is correct or not, I think this topic is enough Let people talk for a long time."

"I heard you had some unpleasant things with Severus." He finally brought up the reason for looking for Albert today.

"Not very pleasant?" Albert tapped the teacup with his wand, refilled himself a cup of steaming milk tea, and said calmly, "Maybe, he thinks so! I won't let him down because of him. I am not happy."

"He's a little pissed," Dumbledore raised his eyebrows.

"Well, he should drink some tranquilizers and calm down." Albert didn't pay attention to Dumbledore's words, waved his wand and made a plate of biscuits for himself out of thin air. After eating his stomach, he said with a smile, "You look good at Potter. His bad temper is much lessened than before. You can recommend to Snape the calming candy I prepared for Potter a while ago."

Speaking, Albert took out a vial and placed it in front of Dumbledore.

Dumbledore's expression was a little stunned, and he looked suspiciously at the medicine bottle in front of him.

"But, you know, he's a professor, and you should give him the most basic respect." Dumbledore's tone was casual, he picked up the bottle and looked at the pills inside, and poured out one to taste , and then really took the medicine bottle away.

"Respect is mutual." Albert said gently, "I get along very well with most of the professors at Hogwarts, students, ghosts, portraits, and even Pippi who likes to make fun of others. Ghosts are no exception, and I bet the other Gryffindor students don't have as many Slytherin friends as I do alone."

"Why don't you ask, why is Snape an exception?" Albert asked with a smile, looking at Dumbledore.

Click!

The sound of cracking cookies softens the unfriendly atmosphere inside.

"Obviously, most of the problem is not with me, but with him."

"Maybe, there is something wrong with him." Dumbledore looked at Albert and sighed softly, "You know, everyone has some..."

"I know." Albert nodded to show that he understood, he pushed the plate towards Dumbledore, and asked, "It's just, why do I have to tolerate his little faults, instead of him changing it himself. What about this bad bug?"

"In this world, except for the parents who will accommodate you, I never think that anyone will accommodate anyone." Albert's words were obvious, he was not Snape's father, so he did not intend to accommodate each other.

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly, Albert's words were heavy, but that was the reality.

"I admit I don't like Malfoy or Snape, but I've never liked to get into trouble," Albert reminded.

"It's Professor Snape," Dumbledore corrected.

"As I said, respect is mutual." Albert corrected, "The reason why a professor is respected is not respect for the professor himself, but for the knowledge he has, and knowledge is worthy of respect."

"As for people, I don't find much in Snape that deserves special respect."

Gufu "I'm a complete failure," Dumbledore said helplessly.

"You didn't fail, it's just that the times have changed." Albert made no shy about this, "If it was a long time ago, because of necessity, I would never mind calling him a professor, but now I no longer need to force it. Myself, the relationship between the two sides is equal, if Snape wants to get my respect, he has to learn to respect me first, instead of always talking about the ridiculous teacher-student relationship."

"If you can't do it, you can completely keep him away from me and just ignore me. I don't think there will be those unpleasant conflicts between the two sides." Albert took a sip of tea, gently Said: "After all, I will graduate at the end of June next year, and it will be difficult for us to have any intersection in the future."

"Please forgive young people's tempers, I really don't have such a good temper as you."

"No, you have a much better temper than most people your age."

Albert was known to be gentle throughout the school and was rarely seen to lose his temper.

Dumbledore wasn't tangled up in this matter, Albert had made it very clear that the two sides would not interfere with each other.

"I heard Professor Umbridge fell today." He changed the subject lightly.

"Yeah, I'm a lot older, and still carefree." Albert smiled and shook his head: "It's the first time I've encountered myself in the school hospital. Gwarts is the laughing stock, I really don't know what Fudge asked her to do at Hogwarts, to add joy to Hogwarts?"

"You don't like Professor Umbridge?" Talking about Umbridge's misfortune, Dumbledore had a smile on his face. He also disliked Umbridge, although he wouldn't directly show.

"I should say I hate politicians." Albert shrugged, "By the way, Umbridge sent the Dementors to attack Harry Potter."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised that Albert mentioned this.

"Do you have any evidence?"

"Do you think I need evidence?" Albert asked rhetorically: "I did Professor Trelawney's divination, and you should have guessed it, thinking about the final outcome of Pink Toad, and you know what she did How bad things have happened."

"The future is not necessarily as predicted." Dumbledore gently reminded: "You should be well aware of how complex and variable the cause and effect of people's behavior is!"

"I know that the predicted future can be changed, but it is difficult and requires a great price." Albert shrugged, "But I don't think Umbridge's prophecy will have Too much change."

"Maybe you already know some things, but I think it's best to remind you." Albert paused and continued, "Potter recently established a Defense Against the Dark Arts organization called DA. I miss you You should know what it means. Fudge is always worried that you're going to form an army, and I think that's why you got kicked out."

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, and he seemed to have something in his heart, but he didn't say it.

"If it's all right, I'll go first."

"I want you to teach Harry Occlumency."

As Albert stood up to leave, Dumbledore finally spoke.

"I taught Fred Trio Occlumency, but unfortunately they didn't. I don't think I can teach Potter Occlumency." Albert shook his head and said, "You'd better teach him yourself. "

"Perhaps, you've also noticed something, and it's not appropriate for me to teach Harry." Dumbledore's glasses flickered.

"Trust me, Snape is more inappropriate than you, some things are just your wishful thinking," Albert said to Dumbledore, "and I foretold Sirius' death."

"Are you telling the truth?"

The portrait of Phineas, who was pretending to be asleep, finally couldn't help speaking. He couldn't bear the bloodline of the Black family to be cut off.

"I don't know."

"What do you mean?" Dumbledore's expression turned serious.

"Although Peter Pettigrew is dead, as you said, who can tell what will happen in the future?" Albert reminded kindly, "I suggest you prepare some elixir, You're not short of money anyway. Of course, if you can get Flux, remember to get one for me, I'll pay, you know, I'm not short of Galleons."

"Wait Anderson, let's talk," Phineas exclaimed.

"I can do very limited, at most to remind you." Albert pushed the door and left.

He just came out of the gap in the monster statue when he came across Potter standing outside.

"Come in, Dumbledore is inside." Albert helped Harry into the headmaster's office.

"Harry, do you have anything to do with me?" Dumbledore was a little surprised that Harry would appear here.

"Sir, I've been having a dream lately about a long, dark corridor. Albert told me that my dream was about Voldemort." Harry looked at the old man in front of him and waited a moment. He continued: "He suggested that I learn Occlumency from you, saying that as long as you master Occlumency, you won't have the same nightmares again."

"Mr. Anderson's judgment is quite correct." Dumbledore stared into Harry's eyes. "He thinks there is some kind of special connection between you and Voldemort ~IndoMTL.com~ The Occlumency Master can save himself from being affected."

"Can you teach me Occlumency?" Harry asked expectantly.

"I'm afraid I won't have much time to teach you in the near future." Dumbledore was silent for a moment, but finally did not agree, "If you want to learn, I can find someone to teach you."

"Who?" Harry asked curiously.

"Mr Anderson, he's a great master of closure," Dumbledore said softly, "if I can convince him."

"Anderson said he couldn't teach me and asked me to find you." Harry shook his head.

"I'll try to convince him," Dumbledore said to Harry. "If that doesn't work, I'll find another for you."

Originally, Harry wanted to ask Dumbledore to avoid him, but in the end he didn't say it. He knew that if Dumbledore didn't want to tell him, even if he asked, it would only add embarrassment.

"Then I'll leave Professor." Harry turned away, and he could see that Dumbledore wasn't about to reveal more to him.

Perhaps the time has not yet come.

Although Harry's been annoyed at being kept secret, he's been able to control his emotions lately, not to mention the fact that he just took a tranquilizer.

"I think you should consider Anderson's proposal," Phineas said to Dumbledore after Harry had left.

"I will."

"No, you won't, it's no wonder Anderson refused to join your Order of the Phoenix." Phineas turned and disappeared, and he planned to talk to Sirius, perhaps his hapless great-grandson should pay attention Let's be safe, maybe he should have found someone he likes to marry and leave a direct descendant to Black, lest the direct line of the Black family die out after his death.

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