Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

At eight o'clock in the evening, Wade came to the headmaster's room, and the ugly stone monster tilted its head and stared at him.

"Cream shortbread." Wade said.

The stone beast made way, and Wade climbed the spiral staircase, slowly ascending the stairs, and then saw the oak door with a brass door knocker.

Wade knocked on the door knocker, and the door opened quietly. He walked in and saw Dumbledore in the room, bending over something, with a large table in front of him and a sorting hat next to him.

The walls were covered with portraits of former headmasters. When Wade entered the door, he heard them all talking noisily.

When the door opened, all the sounds disappeared, and many portraits looked at him together.

If it weren't for the warm light of the candles that never went out in the headmaster's office, which were as bright as day, this scene would have looked a bit scary.

Dumbledore's phoenix stood on the copper ring where the candles were hung. Compared with last year, it was now old and frail, with sparse feathers, and looked like it was about to die.

"Oh, Wade, you're on time."

Dumbledore stood up and said, "Come and see, I got a very interesting toy today."

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore. This is..."

Wade said, and walked over, only to see that there were several magical pets on the table.

A small phoenix, a fire dragon, a Pegasus and a Riem cow, some were drinking water, some were playing, and some were resting. Each pet has a delicate nest.

A wizard of the same size wearing a pointed hat lives with them, and next to them is a mushroom house with a fairy-tale atmosphere, and there is even a faint white smoke coming out of the chimney.

They seem to live in a real village.

The wizard was arguing with the fire dragon--

Fire dragon: "Move forward a little, I don't have room!"

Wizard: "I came here first, you go over there!"

Fire dragon: "You need a bigger space! Just squeeze in!"

Wizard: "Okay, okay, I'll give you all the space!"

The thumb-sized wizard walked to the side angrily, and the fire dragon came over to apologize with a silly smile.

Riem Bull also tried to smooth things over: "Okay, okay, don't quarrel. It's because the space the master gave us is too small, otherwise we wouldn't have to squeeze so much."

"If I had money, I would like a nest made of gold." Phoenix said sadly: "This wooden house always looks like it's going to burn down, and I dare not move."

Pegasus: "ZZZ..."

"Don't make things difficult for the master!" The fire dragon said: "It's not his fault that he has no money. He has tried very hard to provide us with a good environment. Master, don't be sad, I still love you!"

It looked up at Dumbledore and nodded politely to Wade: "Hello, little wizard."

Dumbledore couldn't help laughing. He touched his beautiful beard with a bow on it.

"Look, these cute little guys, they add a lot of fun to my life." Dumbledore said: "I heard that this is your invention?"

"Yes." Wade replied briefly.

"Excellent, Wade... It's a pleasant surprise. Fawkes and the Sorting Hat also like it. They can chat with these little guys all day long..."

Dumbledore said with a little distress: "They always like to hint that I should buy things for them. Is there any solution?"

Wade: "... Sorry, Professor. The personalities of pets are formed when they are made. It's not impossible to change them. But that's actually equivalent to killing the current one."

The mini pets immediately hid in their houses after hearing this, and only the butt of the Riem Cow was left outside;

The fire dragon and the wizard lying on the lawn didn't care about quarreling. They hugged each other and trembled, looking at the two with frightened and pleading eyes.

"No... Don't..." The wizard said tremblingly: "I don't want to die..."

The fire dragon nodded desperately.

"Forget it in this case." Dumbledore said: "In fact, the current personality of the money-grubber is still interesting."

The pets all breathed a sigh of relief, and after a while, they began to play with peace of mind again.

"Ravenclaw is great, isn't it? I still remember the scene when you told me you wanted to go to Hufflepuff."

The Sorting Hat suddenly said, "But I believe I put you in the most suitable house, Wade Grey. You are a natural Ravenclaw."

"Thank you." Wade said unhappily, "But I believe I can make some achievements even if I am in Hufflepuff. Knowledge will not be different because of the house."

The Sorting Hat was silent, and its tip twisted slightly, giving people the feeling that it was thinking about how to refute.

Fawkes suddenly made a "ga" sound, as if mocking the Sorting Hat, and then a few feathers fell from its tail. Wade caught them and put them on the table.

"You keep it."

Dumbledore said: "Whether it is used to make wands, brew potions or alchemy, the phoenix tail feathers are very useful. Although Fawkes looks terrible, his tail feathers still contain powerful power."

"Thank you, Professor. Of course, thank you, Fawkes."

Wade did not pretend to be polite and put away the phoenix tail feathers. A series of precious potions or alchemy products flashed through his mind.

"You're welcome." Dumbledore said: "I look forward to you bringing more surprises and changes, and I guess Terence has the same idea."

Terence is Professor Murray's name.

"What do you want me to do, Professor?" Wade asked.

He didn't think about what he had done recently, but he was prepared before coming.

Since the traces of burning in Little Hangleton Village have been reported in the newspaper, Dumbledore must have known it.

The old headmaster took Wade there for a tour not long ago, and then the old Gaunt house was burned down. It is normal to have doubts about this.

Or maybe Lupin got a glimpse of the secret of the Horcrux from the two actions, and he dared not hide it anymore, so he reported it to Dumbledore.

Lupin was once a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and it was natural for him to trust Dumbledore more than Wade, and Wade could also understand it.

Wade put his hands on the edge of the table, stood in a relaxed posture, waiting for an answer.

Dumbledore smiled faintly and said gently: "I guess you must remember the experience of our last visit to that old friend?"

"Of course." Wade nodded: "Voldemort's growth process is impressive. He is a half-blood but has always emphasized the pure blood theory, which is what surprised me the most."

"Because he hates the half of his blood that belongs to the Muggle. At the same time, he needs to use this to attract like-minded followers and build his own power." Dumbledore explained.

"Then why don't you publish his life experience in the newspaper?" Wade asked: "His followers have been advocating the glory of pure blood. If they know that their master is actually a half-blood..."

Wade didn't say anything else, but the meaning was already very clear.

Dumbledore couldn't help laughing, and there was even a hint of pampering in his deep eyes, as if Wade was an innocent and stupid child.

Wade pursed his lips unhappily, realizing that he had asked a very stupid question.

Dumbledore said: "Although few people know that Voldemort was formerly known as Tom Riddle, in fact, he did not deliberately conceal his life experience."

"His earliest followers and core Death Eaters all knew that Voldemort had a shameful origin and a Muggle father, and that he killed his father with his own hands."

"Voldemort himself was not shy about mentioning these things. He relied on powerful magical powers to conquer many followers. He believed that he was born different and regarded Muggles as inferior creatures. He did not think that he was of the same race as them."

"This fact did not impact the Death Eaters. They never mentioned Voldemort's mixed blood, and even claimed that he was a pure-blooded Slytherin descendant because they did not want their leader to have such a stain."

"Voldemort used the pure-blood theory to rule wizards and did not recognize Muggle-born people. This was his philosophy. And today, I want to take you to visit another old friend."

Dumbledore stretched out his hand.

"Want to start a journey again, Wade?"