Chapter 6 Interview
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Hua Shui Jun
Chapter 6 Interview
The extremely cold weather froze the huge black lake into a piece of solid ice. In the low light, the Forbidden Forest swaying in the bitter cold wind looked more like a lake with jagged lights.
"Last Easter, I remember you writing to tell me you were exploring the ruins of an ancient Greek wizard in Greece, and mailing me five pints of dragon's blood and forty ounces of dragon liver,"
Amosta and Snape walked side by side to the castle standing on the edge of the cliff. When they passed the three tall clubs on one side of the playground, while Amosta was looking at the burning fire in Hagrid's cabin, Snape looked around. Amosta, whose eyebrows and eyes are deeper than when he graduated three and a half years ago, has an incomprehensible meaning in his voice,
"But immediately, the Daily Prophet disclosed an interesting piece of information. The Norwegian Ministry of Magic stated that someone broke into their Fire Dragon Nature Reserve illegally, stole a precious Norwegian Ridgeback egg and killed it in two mistaken cases. I don't think there's any connection between the two, Amostar, who slaughtered a Norse red-scaled dragon in front of Muggles who entered the reserve?"
"What do you think, my professor?"
Amosta withdrew his gaze from a distance, looked at the only room in the tower that was lit by fire among a row of dark rooms, and smiled,
"Or, what kind of reply do you hope to get from me?"
The corners of Snape's mouth curled up in a habitual sneer, but it was only when the words reached his mouth that he suddenly realized that the young man beside him was no longer the one who was born poor and didn't like to have too deep connections with his classmates in school. A student who is immersed in his own world, but has rapidly grown into a wizard that even he can't see through,
"It doesn't matter to me, Amosta, I just want to remind you,"
The warm meeting that Dumbledore expected did not happen between the teacher and the student, Snape strode towards the castle with a sullen head,
"I hope you know what you are doing now, and I hope you know that this school is not as peaceful as it seems on the surface—especially in recent years, Amosta, if your habit of keeping a low profile hasn't changed, then Just keep it up, especially in front of Dumbledore,
Finally, my advice is to leave here as soon as possible, or even leave the British wizarding world, and come back after everything is settled... If your brain is still as sharp as it was then, you should understand what I am talking about. "
...............
Perhaps it was because the action tonight was too ordinary, when the stone monster at the office door stepped aside, it gritted its teeth and showed dissatisfaction cryptically.
"Thank you for your reminder, Professor."
Snape didn't mean to go in, Amosta smiled softly as he passed his body,
"I always knew what I was doing and was very aware of the risks I was taking."
Dumbledore in the office had taken the time to change into a clean and decent wizard robe. He had obviously detected the arrival of the visitor in advance. When the wall was closed and Amosta stepped into the office, Dumbledore had already stood up and stood Behind the desk, looking at the door with a smile.
"Good evening, Headmaster Dumbledore!"
Although he had made a preset in his heart in advance, Amosta Bryan still felt his skin tingle when the bright blue eyes that were illuminated by the steady and bright fire and condensed the wisdom of a century of life fell on him. Tight, the heartbeat speeded up a little unconsciously.
Fox in the brazier heard a somewhat familiar voice, stretched out his neck from a pile of ashes, and looked around curiously.
Thirty feet away, the tall and thin body of the old man in flames contained not only the magical power as vast as the sea of clouds, but his legendary life experience, which is not inferior to anyone, is a living history of modern European magic .
In front of such people, it is hard to imagine how the first and second generation Dark Lords managed to survive for so long.
"Welcome, welcome~"
Dumbledore stretched out his hand with a smile, and greeted Amosta who was striding forward, his penetrating eyes swept across Amosta's young face, and only stayed on the lavender eyes for a very short time. time, and turned his attention to the snow-stained gray hair,
"Good evening, Amosta, I'm sorry to make you travel in such bad weather, as compensation, can I buy you something to drink?"
"Thanks, that's exactly what I needed."
Amosta sat down under the guidance of Dumbledore, and he himself walked to the bookshelf on the side, opened a cabinet with a meditation basin, and took out a vintage wine bottle from under the trap,
"For the sake of my health, I had to give most of my collection to Poppy, but this bottle..., honestly, Amosta, I haven't shared it with anyone else yet!"
"Ogden Old Fire Whiskey, priceless over 80 years old,"
Amosta sniffed the scent of wine in the air, and smiled subtly, "Thank you for your generosity, Headmaster Dumbledore, just based on this, I will not lose money this trip—"
Years have endowed this valuable spirit with a hint of richness and mellowness. Amosta sipped the wine, silently waiting for his stiff fingers to regain flexibility.
And Dumbledore was not in a hurry to start the next conversation. He watched Amosta quietly with gentle eyes. Although he didn't ask any questions, he seemed to have got what he wanted to know, and the result was quite satisfactory.
"Severus once told me that in the past two years, he has been following in the footsteps of those great sages and exploring the magical relics lost in time,"
Dumbledore smiled when he saw Amosta's pale cheeks turned red from the cold
"I'm very glad that after you left this school, you still haven't forgotten to study magic and improve yourself. This makes me feel that the education policy I have adhered to in this school has not been a complete failure.
At least, Hogwarts education still makes very few people realize that besides the Ministry of Magic, there are many other good places in the wizarding world. "
Dumbledore did not mention the appointment of the school board or all the topics about the secret room, which surprised Amostar who had already prepared his speeches and plans.
"When I was still in school, young wizards would not rush to find a way out for themselves after graduating from school, but would go on a graduation trip and look around. Before I graduated, I planned to have a relationship with one of my Old friends go to Greece to find the magical creatures that have left their names in mythology and go to Egypt to see the experiments of the alchemists...
But unfortunately, some accidents interrupted my plan, and this almost made me regret for life. "
Dumbledore's eyes fell into reminiscence, and he said with emotion.
"Maybe making this choice has something to do with my Muggle origins,"
Amosta put down his wine glass, although he was smiling approvingly, but he was confused inside.
Before coming here, Amosta had thought about the conversation process between him and Dumbledore many times in his mind. In his deduction, the unpredictable old man behind the desk might ask him Years of experience, and will not be deceived by his simple words.
Maybe, like Professor Snape, he was curious about his real purpose in trying to go back to school again.
Maybe talk to him about the murderer of the locked room attack and question his proposed prevention measures.
But now it seems that Dumbledore doesn't seem to be interested in these, and just wants to simply chat with himself.
is it possible?
Amosta would not think that Dumbledore was so innocent, he was more vigilant in his heart, but on the surface he showed great interest in the current topic,
"Children from wizarding families take the magic of magic as normal, but people like me who grew up in the Muggle world can better understand how rare it is to make miracles bloom in front of us when we wave a wand. Compared with this , rights and wealth are so insignificant."
"Don't be humble, Amosta, there are many children from Muggle families, but being able to awe and tirelessly pursue knowledge is your unique talent,"
Amostar's explanation was right in Dumbledore's arms, and the deep eyes behind the half-moon mirror frame showed relief
"The most important thing is that after you have experienced many things, you can still use words like 'miracle bloom' to describe magic, not 'power'--"
Dumbledore blinked and smiled playfully,
"When you were still studying here, Professor Snape expressed to me in private many times his concerns about your research on black magic, and this led to the banning of books by the two of us in the library many times late at night. A 'chance encounter' in the district."
Cough!
Amosta, who was sipping his wine, was choked by the spirits. He wiped his scarlet lips, his expression was a bit like the embarrassment of being exposed by his parents about his childhood embarrassment,
"It's rare for a wizard like you who is so busy with daily affairs to remember those little things, Principal Dumbledore. I have never been fascinated by the powerful power of black magic. I just think that whether it is black magic or white magic, they are just a part of magic. It is a part worth learning, I mean worth learning from, and blind exclusion will only highlight our own ignorance."
"Of course, of course, a very philosophical speech,"
Dumbledore nodded in approval, but his expression immediately became solemn,
"But not everyone has a clear self-awareness and strong control, Amosta, so, Professor Snape was justified in worrying about you back then."
PS: I hope everyone will support more, thank you!
(End of this chapter)
The extremely cold weather froze the huge black lake into a piece of solid ice. In the low light, the Forbidden Forest swaying in the bitter cold wind looked more like a lake with jagged lights.
"Last Easter, I remember you writing to tell me you were exploring the ruins of an ancient Greek wizard in Greece, and mailing me five pints of dragon's blood and forty ounces of dragon liver,"
Amosta and Snape walked side by side to the castle standing on the edge of the cliff. When they passed the three tall clubs on one side of the playground, while Amosta was looking at the burning fire in Hagrid's cabin, Snape looked around. Amosta, whose eyebrows and eyes are deeper than when he graduated three and a half years ago, has an incomprehensible meaning in his voice,
"But immediately, the Daily Prophet disclosed an interesting piece of information. The Norwegian Ministry of Magic stated that someone broke into their Fire Dragon Nature Reserve illegally, stole a precious Norwegian Ridgeback egg and killed it in two mistaken cases. I don't think there's any connection between the two, Amostar, who slaughtered a Norse red-scaled dragon in front of Muggles who entered the reserve?"
"What do you think, my professor?"
Amosta withdrew his gaze from a distance, looked at the only room in the tower that was lit by fire among a row of dark rooms, and smiled,
"Or, what kind of reply do you hope to get from me?"
The corners of Snape's mouth curled up in a habitual sneer, but it was only when the words reached his mouth that he suddenly realized that the young man beside him was no longer the one who was born poor and didn't like to have too deep connections with his classmates in school. A student who is immersed in his own world, but has rapidly grown into a wizard that even he can't see through,
"It doesn't matter to me, Amosta, I just want to remind you,"
The warm meeting that Dumbledore expected did not happen between the teacher and the student, Snape strode towards the castle with a sullen head,
"I hope you know what you are doing now, and I hope you know that this school is not as peaceful as it seems on the surface—especially in recent years, Amosta, if your habit of keeping a low profile hasn't changed, then Just keep it up, especially in front of Dumbledore,
Finally, my advice is to leave here as soon as possible, or even leave the British wizarding world, and come back after everything is settled... If your brain is still as sharp as it was then, you should understand what I am talking about. "
...............
Perhaps it was because the action tonight was too ordinary, when the stone monster at the office door stepped aside, it gritted its teeth and showed dissatisfaction cryptically.
"Thank you for your reminder, Professor."
Snape didn't mean to go in, Amosta smiled softly as he passed his body,
"I always knew what I was doing and was very aware of the risks I was taking."
Dumbledore in the office had taken the time to change into a clean and decent wizard robe. He had obviously detected the arrival of the visitor in advance. When the wall was closed and Amosta stepped into the office, Dumbledore had already stood up and stood Behind the desk, looking at the door with a smile.
"Good evening, Headmaster Dumbledore!"
Although he had made a preset in his heart in advance, Amosta Bryan still felt his skin tingle when the bright blue eyes that were illuminated by the steady and bright fire and condensed the wisdom of a century of life fell on him. Tight, the heartbeat speeded up a little unconsciously.
Fox in the brazier heard a somewhat familiar voice, stretched out his neck from a pile of ashes, and looked around curiously.
Thirty feet away, the tall and thin body of the old man in flames contained not only the magical power as vast as the sea of clouds, but his legendary life experience, which is not inferior to anyone, is a living history of modern European magic .
In front of such people, it is hard to imagine how the first and second generation Dark Lords managed to survive for so long.
"Welcome, welcome~"
Dumbledore stretched out his hand with a smile, and greeted Amosta who was striding forward, his penetrating eyes swept across Amosta's young face, and only stayed on the lavender eyes for a very short time. time, and turned his attention to the snow-stained gray hair,
"Good evening, Amosta, I'm sorry to make you travel in such bad weather, as compensation, can I buy you something to drink?"
"Thanks, that's exactly what I needed."
Amosta sat down under the guidance of Dumbledore, and he himself walked to the bookshelf on the side, opened a cabinet with a meditation basin, and took out a vintage wine bottle from under the trap,
"For the sake of my health, I had to give most of my collection to Poppy, but this bottle..., honestly, Amosta, I haven't shared it with anyone else yet!"
"Ogden Old Fire Whiskey, priceless over 80 years old,"
Amosta sniffed the scent of wine in the air, and smiled subtly, "Thank you for your generosity, Headmaster Dumbledore, just based on this, I will not lose money this trip—"
Years have endowed this valuable spirit with a hint of richness and mellowness. Amosta sipped the wine, silently waiting for his stiff fingers to regain flexibility.
And Dumbledore was not in a hurry to start the next conversation. He watched Amosta quietly with gentle eyes. Although he didn't ask any questions, he seemed to have got what he wanted to know, and the result was quite satisfactory.
"Severus once told me that in the past two years, he has been following in the footsteps of those great sages and exploring the magical relics lost in time,"
Dumbledore smiled when he saw Amosta's pale cheeks turned red from the cold
"I'm very glad that after you left this school, you still haven't forgotten to study magic and improve yourself. This makes me feel that the education policy I have adhered to in this school has not been a complete failure.
At least, Hogwarts education still makes very few people realize that besides the Ministry of Magic, there are many other good places in the wizarding world. "
Dumbledore did not mention the appointment of the school board or all the topics about the secret room, which surprised Amostar who had already prepared his speeches and plans.
"When I was still in school, young wizards would not rush to find a way out for themselves after graduating from school, but would go on a graduation trip and look around. Before I graduated, I planned to have a relationship with one of my Old friends go to Greece to find the magical creatures that have left their names in mythology and go to Egypt to see the experiments of the alchemists...
But unfortunately, some accidents interrupted my plan, and this almost made me regret for life. "
Dumbledore's eyes fell into reminiscence, and he said with emotion.
"Maybe making this choice has something to do with my Muggle origins,"
Amosta put down his wine glass, although he was smiling approvingly, but he was confused inside.
Before coming here, Amosta had thought about the conversation process between him and Dumbledore many times in his mind. In his deduction, the unpredictable old man behind the desk might ask him Years of experience, and will not be deceived by his simple words.
Maybe, like Professor Snape, he was curious about his real purpose in trying to go back to school again.
Maybe talk to him about the murderer of the locked room attack and question his proposed prevention measures.
But now it seems that Dumbledore doesn't seem to be interested in these, and just wants to simply chat with himself.
is it possible?
Amosta would not think that Dumbledore was so innocent, he was more vigilant in his heart, but on the surface he showed great interest in the current topic,
"Children from wizarding families take the magic of magic as normal, but people like me who grew up in the Muggle world can better understand how rare it is to make miracles bloom in front of us when we wave a wand. Compared with this , rights and wealth are so insignificant."
"Don't be humble, Amosta, there are many children from Muggle families, but being able to awe and tirelessly pursue knowledge is your unique talent,"
Amostar's explanation was right in Dumbledore's arms, and the deep eyes behind the half-moon mirror frame showed relief
"The most important thing is that after you have experienced many things, you can still use words like 'miracle bloom' to describe magic, not 'power'--"
Dumbledore blinked and smiled playfully,
"When you were still studying here, Professor Snape expressed to me in private many times his concerns about your research on black magic, and this led to the banning of books by the two of us in the library many times late at night. A 'chance encounter' in the district."
Cough!
Amosta, who was sipping his wine, was choked by the spirits. He wiped his scarlet lips, his expression was a bit like the embarrassment of being exposed by his parents about his childhood embarrassment,
"It's rare for a wizard like you who is so busy with daily affairs to remember those little things, Principal Dumbledore. I have never been fascinated by the powerful power of black magic. I just think that whether it is black magic or white magic, they are just a part of magic. It is a part worth learning, I mean worth learning from, and blind exclusion will only highlight our own ignorance."
"Of course, of course, a very philosophical speech,"
Dumbledore nodded in approval, but his expression immediately became solemn,
"But not everyone has a clear self-awareness and strong control, Amosta, so, Professor Snape was justified in worrying about you back then."
PS: I hope everyone will support more, thank you!
(End of this chapter)
