Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Time soon came to December, when the first snow of the semester changed from scattered snowflakes to heavy snowfall, most of the Hogwarts students were still staying in Tiera's In the black magic classroom, there is no chance to witness the arrival of the first snow.

At this time, a silver-gray water basin was suspended in mid-air in the center of Tiera's black magic classroom.

The basin is extremely thin, just like a mirror. If it weren't for the water ripples that tremble from time to time, it would be the same as a mirror.

Any student above grade four is extremely familiar with this pool——

Pensieve.

But now, the entire classroom is empty.

Inside the pensieve, it was very lively.

At the beginning of this class, Tiera took out the pensieve, and then under Tiera's organization, people in the classroom lined up one after another and walked into the pensieve like dumplings. ——

They approached the pensieve, their faces dipping into the cold surface of memory, then falling back into darkness.

After a few seconds, their feet hit the hard ground.

"There's Dumbledore," Tiera said briskly, pointing to a tall figure in front of them who was crossing the road to a horse-drawn carriage.

Most of the students were still confused, and only a few middle- and high-grade students reacted and looked in the direction Tierra pointed.

The young Albus Dumbledore still had short hair and a beard. His hair and beard were auburn, and he looked haggard and hurried.

After arriving at the road where Tiera and the students were standing, young Dumbledore strode forward along the sidewalk. He attracted many curious eyes because of the gorgeously tailored velvet costume he wore. .

"Classmates." After everyone woke up, Tiera stretched out her hand and poked the space in front of him——

Everything around him seemed to have pressed the pause button and stood still.

"Okay, so I think everyone must be wondering today why I gathered the already divided practical class, fast class, normal class and slow class into one classroom again, and also brought everyone into this pensieve." Tiera asked, then paused and looked at the reactions of the hundreds of young wizards.

- There was no noise, just low whispers.

After the whispers subsided, Tiera slowly spoke:

"What I'm taking you into today is called the Pensieve."

"In case there are still people who don't know what the Pensieve is for, let me explain it to you first." Tiera said slowly, "The Pensieve is an incredible tool used to preserve thoughts and memories in the mind. When adding new memories to it, you only need to point the tip of the wand near your temple, remove some shining silver memories from your head and put them into the basin. When you touch the material in the pensieve, you will enter that memory. You can see what happened in the past, and the people who appear in this memory cannot discover your existence."

"So, is anyone willing to guess whose memory we are entering today?" Tiera asked with a smile, "Students raise their hands to answer, plus the equal number."

"Dumbledore!" As always, Hermione raised her hand first, then pointed at Dumbledore who was attracting everyone's attention on the street and said, "I saw Dumbledore."

"Clever, Miss Granger," Tiera said with a smile.

"So does anyone know the purpose of asking Professor Dumbledore for this memory today?" Tiera said with a smile.

This time everyone was stunned, staring at each other, and obviously no one knew who this memory was about.

"Voldemort." Tiera uttered one word in a deep voice.

"What? Voldemort?"

"The Dark Lord? This is about the memory of the Dark Lord?"

"V-Voldemort?"

The little wizards immediately exploded.

"Quiet! Quiet!" Tiera shouted, and it wasn't until she shouted several times that the noisy crowd quieted down.

"I teach you the principles of dark magic. I persuaded Dumbledore to teach dark magic openly in Hogwarts. I train you in dark magic skills, but this does not mean that I will allow a dark magic to appear among the students again. Demon King." Tiera said, "This will be your Christmas vacation homework and it will be your only dark magic homework recently."

"This assignment does not have esoteric calculations or annoying magic configurations, but is like a traditional class assignment. Everyone needs to write a paper." Tiera said, "In this class, and before Christmas, In a few classes, I will take you to the memories of Voldemort's childhood, adolescence and youth to observe part of Voldemort's growth trajectory. After that, during Christmas, I hope you can use what you observe and Write a paper based on your usual accumulation."

"Discuss the psychological journey of the Dark Lord, Voldemort." Tiera said, "The paper does not need to be long, but it must be profound, it must come from the heart, and it must be deeply analyzed."

"And if the paper is judged to be unqualified, students will not be able to enter the black magic class in the next semester." Tiera said, "They must complete it by themselves. The same is true for plagiarism."

As soon as Tiera said this, the little wizards started making noise again, whispering at first, and then getting louder and louder when they saw that Tiera didn't seem to stop them.

"Quiet! Quiet!" Tiera had no choice but to yell out again. She yelled four or five times before she could suppress the chaotic voices of this group of adolescent boys and girls.

After everyone became quiet again, Tiera waved her hand to make the world in her memory active again, then turned around and walked in front, leading the little wizards to follow the young Dumbledore for a short distance. road, and finally they passed through an iron gate and entered an empty courtyard, facing a more severe square building with high railings around it.

Dumbledore walked straight to the door and knocked several times.

A few seconds later, the door was opened by an untidy girl in an apron. The girl's face was also dirty, and there was only a rubber band loosely tied up her hair.

"Good afternoon, I have an appointment with Ms. Cole. I believe she is the person in charge here." Young Dumbledore said.

"Huh? Oh" the girl looked confused, looking at Dumbledore's strange outfit. "Um...wait, wait...Ms. Cole!"

she called over her shoulder.

Harry heard some distant response.

The girl turned back to Dumbledore and said, "Come in, she is on her way here."

Dumbledore walked into the black and white corridor. The whole space was shabby but clean.

Tiera and others followed closely behind, and many people even stuck their heads out from the wall to watch this scene.

Soon a short, tired-looking woman hurried towards Dumbledore.

She had an angular face that showed more desire than ruthlessness, and she was talking back to another apron-wearing assistant as she walked toward Dumbledore.

"...brought the iodine upstairs to Martha Stubbs to get the scab off, and Eric Harley had all the ooze all over his bedclothes - the rash more than any other. Everything is important." She murmured to herself in detail, and then her eyes fell on Dumbledore. She stopped blankly, watching in surprise as Dumbledore passed by like a giraffe.

"Good afternoon," Dumbledore said, extending his hand politely.

But Ms. Cole responded with a yawn.

"My name is Albus Dumbledore. I sent you a letter hoping to meet. You kindly invited me to come here today." Dumbledore did not care about Mrs. Cole's attitude, but He said it politely.

Ms. Cole blinked to make sure Dumbledore wasn't a hallucination before she said feebly, "Oh, yes. You'd better come up to my room, then. Yes."

She led Dumbledore into a small house that looked like part living room, part office.

It was as shabby as the hallway, the furniture was old and didn't fit properly.

She invited Dumbledore to sit on a rickety chair, and she sat behind a cluttered table, looking at him uneasily.

"I already said in my letter that I came here to talk to Tom Riddle about his future arrangements," Dumbledore said.

"Are you a dependent?" Mrs. Cole asked.

"No, I am a teacher," said Dumbledore, "and I would like to invite Tom to our school."

"What school?" Mrs. Cole asked.

"It's called Hogwarts," said Dumbledore.

"Why are you interested in Tom?" Mrs. Cole asked alertly.

"We believe he has the qualities we need," Dumbledore replied.

"You mean he got a degree? How did he do it? He didn't take any exams." Mrs. Cole became more alert.

"His name has been registered in our register since birth." Dumbledore explained patiently.

"Who registered?" Mrs. Cole was obviously not at ease, but continued to ask vigilantly.

Clearly this was an overzealous and watchful woman.

Dumbledore seemed to think so too. He quickly took his wand from the pocket of his velvet coat and at the same time took a piece of paper from Mrs. Kohler's desk.

"Here, take a look at this." Dumbledore said, quietly waving his wand as he handed the paper over. "I think it should make everything clear."

"Oh, this seems okay." Mrs. Cole said calmly after quickly browsing the contents on the paper and handed it back.

"Well, would you like a glass of gin?" Mrs. Cole lowered her guard a little and stood up gracefully and said with a hint of enthusiasm in her eyes, as if she had wanted to drink that bottle of gin for a long time.

"Thank you very much." Dumbledore said with a smile, and then slowly put the wand back into his jacket pocket.