Hogwarts: Wizards Supreme

"Purpose, purpose..."

"It can't be the prophecy ball from the Department of Mysteries, right?" Brian thought, dumbfounded.

As a time traveler who has seen everything from God's perspective, his thinking is not limited to what is in front of him.

"It makes sense to use Draco to distract me, and at the same time as another preparation, while I seek the truth of the prophecy back then."

Brian was thinking without changing his expression, throwing the book in his hand casually.

The quill on the table stopped unconsciously, and the paper on the parchment was completed.

While Brian continued to flip through the book in his hand, Harry received an invitation from Dumbledore and came to the principal's office.

"Sizzling honey bees." Harry said to the stone monster in front of the headmaster's office.

The stone beast came to life and jumped to the side, and the wall behind it split in half, revealing the spiral stone staircase behind it. Harry stepped onto the stairs, and the stone stairs took him up slowly.

Harry was thinking about the dream he had had several times in the past few days. Along with the sting of the scar, he always saw in his dreams the dark corridor on the ninth floor of the Ministry of Magic, and the ordinary black door at the end. In his dreams, he was extremely eager to open that door, as if there was something inside. There was something he longed for so much.

He knew that behind the Black Door was the rotunda of the Department of Mysteries, with twelve black doors leading to different places.

However, the last time Brian took him in, he didn't feel that there was anything worthy of his desire there, he was just a little curious.

"The "Dream Interpretation Guide" said that this kind of dream means that you have something you desire very much, or it is some kind of treasure, or some secret..." Harry had to think of Ron's dream interpretation for him in the divination class, but He didn't feel like he had any desires.

"Want Voldemort to die suddenly on the spot? Maybe..."

Harry thought wildly: "It can't be that I want to be a researcher in the Department of Mysteries, right?"

He laughed dryly, he wasn't that interested. He wanted to be an Auror.

Harry was thinking wildly and found himself standing in front of the shiny oak door. There was a murmur of voices coming from inside the door, as if Dumbledore was having a noisy party.

"Why are you looking for me?" Harry thought, holding the bronze door knocker in the shape of a griffon and knocking three times. The voices inside the door suddenly stopped, as if the television had been turned off. The door opened automatically and Harry stepped inside.

"Good evening, sir." Harry looked inside curiously. There was only Dumbledore in the office, wearing a purple-and-gold robe, sitting on a high-backed chair behind the desk, looking a little tired.

On the wall behind him, portraits of past principals were dozing off, snoring slightly. Fawkes, the phoenix, stood on the perch behind the door with great majesty, staring at Harry with bright black eyes.

"Good evening, Harry, forgive me for asking you to come over so late at night to accompany me, an old man." Dumbledore crossed his injured hand with his good hand and winked mischievously.

"It's okay, sir," Harry said.

"You may be a little surprised why I came to you, but as I told you during the summer vacation, my private lessons for you must start immediately." Dumbledore put his injured hand on the table and spoke with ease said in a tone of voice.

Harry seemed a little hopeful. He felt that he might be able to learn useful spells from Dumbledore.

"You know, some newspapers have hailed you as the savior." Dumbledore's blue eyes were shining brightly behind his half-moon glasses. "In fact, this may be true to a certain extent..."

"Sir, those..." Harry felt that his face must have turned red.

"No, Harry, in fact, since you escaped from Voldemort several times, you and Voldemort have been natural enemies... He will not let it go." Dumbledore paused and said.

Harry said nothing, his heart lifted. He felt his stomach twitch as he thought about the night of the Triwizard Finals.

"So, I must find a way to increase your survivability and give you more confidence when facing Voldemort." Dumbledore looked at him deeply.

"What should we do?" Harry said in a dry voice.

"Understood, Harry. Only by understanding your enemy can you deal with him better." Dumbledore stood up, walked around the table, and took out a familiar shallow-bottomed stone basin with an inscribed mouth from the cabinet next to the door. A circle of strange runes.

Harry recognized it as the Pensieve.

"Why me?" Harry said.

"I have to say that ever since Voldemort was resurrected with your blood, Harry, you have formed an inseparable connection with him." Dumbledore said slightly hesitantly.

Dumbledore's eyes flickered, but he still couldn't tell the prophecy. Only one of two people could survive... Fortunately, he still had time. As he learned about Voldemort's past again and again, he would gradually tell everything to him. Harry listened, slowly placing a burden on Harry's shoulders that no adult could bear.

Dumbledore looked at Harry helplessly and with pity, and thought of Brian again: "What a pity, he could have been Harry's helper, right? Fortunately, no matter what, he will not be an obstacle..."

Dumbledore knew that Brian's goals and Voldemort's ideas were the most contradictory and incompatible, so he would definitely not side with Voldemort.

Harry looked at Dumbledore confusedly and nodded. He watched as Dumbledore took out a crystal bottle from his pocket and poured the swirling and floating silver-white stuff inside into the Pensieve.

"This time, you come into the pensieve with me..." Dumbledore said.

They sat in on Bob Ogden's memories at the Gunter House, and soon the session was over.

"Sir...is it important to know these things about Voldemort's past?" Harry asked confused.

"Very important, Harry," said Dumbledore.

"Yes, sir." Harry's doubts were slightly dispelled. He saw an ugly gold ring with a large cracked black stone in the middle on the small table next to it that contained many fine silverware.

"Sir, that ring... isn't it Marvolo Gaunt's?" Harry stared.

"That's the one I got recently." Dumbledore smiled, but Harry knew he should leave.

"Okay, good night, sir." Harry turned to leave.

"Ah, by the way, Harry, there is one more thing." Dumbledore patted his forehead with his left hand, "People have poor memory when they get older..."

Harry looked at Dumbledore.

"Harry, I hope you can learn Occlumency from Professor Snape this semester." Dumbledore said seriously.

"Study what?" Harry asked blankly, "No, from whom?" His tone rose.

"Learn Occlumency from Professor Snape and learn to protect your mind from external invasion." Dumbledore repeated gently.

Harry felt his insides melting, being tutored alone by Snape - why was he being punished like this?

"Why should I learn this?" Harry asked.

"I think it is necessary, Harry. Your connection with Voldemort is so deep that you can even sense his thoughts at certain times..." Dumbledore shook his head and said, "This is very dangerous, Harry, very dangerous. , which means he might also know what's going on in your head."

Harry's heart beat violently. He thought of what he had seen in his dreams, as well as the sharp pain of scars sometimes, and Voldemort's anger...

"But... why Snape, I can do it myself..." Harry argued with reason.

"It's Professor Snape, Harry." Dumbledore said, "Occlumency is a remote branch of magic. It is difficult to learn, but it is very useful... Professor Snape happens to be a master in this field."

"Although I also want to teach you personally, but..." Dumbledore raised his injured hand, looking very tired.

Harry felt that his words were stuck in his throat and he looked at Dumbledore.

"Professor Snape promised to teach you every Monday evening at six o'clock, in his office."

Harry pursed his lips for a long time, looking at Dumbledore's increasingly tired eyes, and then nodded reluctantly.

"I think Professor Snape is a very qualified professor, Harry. The Defense Against the Dark Arts course he is teaching should be to your liking, right?" Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Maybe." Harry said perfunctorily. I thought that Snape must have been forced to teach the students those spells under Dumbledore's instructions, seeing how he admired dark magic.

"By the way, sir, may I know where Hagrid is?"

"Oh, don't worry, he just went to do something very important. He may have to wait a few days before he comes back."

"Okay... okay, good night, sir."