Chapter 682 Dumbledore's Remorse

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

Harry looked a little reserved, Dumbledore looked tired, and dealing with Fudge didn't seem to be that easy.

Ivan knew very well that although Dumbledore could ignore the opinions of the Ministry of Magic, he would not do so unless it was absolutely necessary.

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

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

He needs to consider his own status and power first, and then everything else.

"Do you two have something to tell me?!" said Dumbledore, turning to look at Ivan and Harry, "but I suggest that before that, it's better to have something to eat, I want you to come over You must have not eaten breakfast!"

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

Dumbledore sat down on the chair behind the table and motioned for Ivan and Harry to sit opposite him.

As they ate, his gaze shifted to the open cupboard door, as if he had already guessed what was going on.

"Professor!" Harry explained in a panic, swallowing the food in his mouth forcefully, "the cabinet door was open when we came in..."

"So we accidentally saw the Pensieve inside!" Ivan added, "And your memory!"

"I can understand that I was using it when Fudge arrived. I put it away in a hurry, presumably I didn't close the cabinet door tightly, and it will naturally attract your attention." Dumbledore said calmly, from the half-moon shape Staring at the two people from the top of the lens, "Curiosity is not a sin, but I have to say one more thing, we should be careful when we are curious. Especially you, Ivan, don't come into too much contact with things you don't understand ,real......"

"I see!" Ivan nodded, what was Dumbledore referring to? !

Is it the dangerous black magic, or the demons in the basement, or the terrible evil god? !

"Very good!" Dumbledore smiled again.

He went to open the cabinet door, brought the Pensieve, and placed it on the table in front of them.

The things in the basin turned back to a silver-white state, swirling and rippling before their eyes.

"I think you should know, this pensieve!" said Dumbledore, sitting down again, "sometimes I feel that there are too many thoughts and memories in my head, and I need to use it to help sort out. Get in the basin and take a good look at it when you have time. You know, it's easier to see their shape and connection to each other in this state."

With Alvin and Harry watching, he inserted the tip of his wand into his silver, near his temple.

When he pulled out his wand, there seemed to be some silk stuck to the tip of the wand, a small wisp of the same silver-white substance as in the basin.

Dumbledore added this new thought to the basin, holding the Pensieve in his long hands and turning it.

Like a gold digger turning a sand table, gradually, Snape's face appeared in the stone basin.

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

"He's back, and so is Karkaroff's, more visible and clear than ever before..."

"He did come back, and I don't need help to discover the connection!" Dumbledore exclaimed, "It's so obvious, I thought he would keep a low profile."

Dumbledore frowned slightly, and shook the thoughts in the basin with the tip of his stick.

Immediately a human figure rose from the basin, a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, with pale skin and freckles.

He was a younger Barty Crouch Jr., with his legs still standing in the basin.

When he spoke, it echoed like Snape's, as if it came from the depths of the stone basin.

"Yes, Professor, I have to get all twelve Ordinary Wizarding Levels, my father asked me to do it, so I want to apply for a Time-Turner..." His face was full of pride , the tone reminded Ivan of Malfoy.

"This is Mr. Crouch's son?!" Harry, looking at the boy.

"Yes!" Dumbledore shook the thoughts in the basin again, little Barty sank, and the basin turned opaque silver white again, "That's the Barty Crow Jr. from my student days in my memory. Qi, a very smart child, is also very polite. Believe me, there are not many students who can research new spells at this age, and old Batty has high expectations for him."

"He developed his own spell at the age of fourteen?" Ivan asked.

"A very interesting little piece of magic!" said Dumbledore. "He has perfect marks in all his subjects, and he is the best graduate of Hogwarts since Tom Riddle. I thought he would arrive Those who work in the Ministry of Magic, inherit their father's career..."

"Professor, I just read the memory of that trial, he is different from the other three Death Eaters!" Harry said hesitantly, "He might really just appear in that place by chance..."

"Nothing is accidental, Harry!" Dumbledore closed his eyes and said in a tone of self-reproach, "I only found out later that probably not long after this conversation, he joined Voldemort's team, Became the youngest Death Eater, and got noticed pretty quickly. I should have noticed and stopped this from happening!"

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

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

"I sometimes think that there is a big problem with our educational philosophy." Dumbledore said slowly, "Only teaching students magic, but not the principles of life, has led to the emergence of so many dark wizards. Especially For the students of Slytherin House, they are very good, but this also means that they are more tempted and must be carefully guided..."

Dumbledore was different from other professors in that he cared about what the students were thinking, and he always did.

Especially for those very talented wizards, he hopes to lead them to the right path, and he thinks it is his responsibility.

It's a nice idea, although the results aren't always perfect.

Voldemort is the most obvious example. He almost grew up under Dumbledore's watchful eye and grew into the most evil 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.

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