"Please come in!"

A low knock sounded outside, and Dumbledore, who was behind the desk, put down the quill in his hand and raised his head to look in the direction of the door.

"Good evening, Professor."

Albert pushed the door into the principal's office and greeted the old man with a smile.

"Good evening, Albert." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Sit down, what would you like to drink, milk tea?"

Albert sat opposite Dumbledore, glanced at the "Stories of Bedouin the Poet" and the parchment manuscript on the table, and said softly, "It seems that I came at a bad time, and you seem to be working."

"The Story of the Poet Bedou, have you read this book?"

Dumbledore put a cup of steaming milk tea in front of Albert, looked at the "Tales of Bedouin the Poet" on the table and said, "This is the original text, how much is the "Story of Bedouin the Poet" in the bookstore There are traces of modification, do you want to take a look?"

With that, he handed the book to Albert.

"Are you going to re-translate it?" Albert took the book and flipped through it at random, and found that this old book was written in runes, and most wizards' rune level was average.

"Yes, I'm going to re-translate and write my own review." Dumbledore added a tablespoon of honey to his teacup, stirred slowly, and said, "I heard you recently wrote a book."

"Yes, many people can use it in the future."

Albert didn't deny it, and there was nothing to deny. He took out his wand from his pocket, tapped the milk tea in front of him, and changed it back to himself after Dumbledore's confused eyes changed it. A new cup of milk tea.

To be honest, this is extremely rude behavior, but Dumbledore is not angry because of it, just a little surprised and puzzled.

"Sorry, since Umbridge handed me a cup of milk tea, I've been a little disgusted with the drinks that others handed me," Albert explained to Dumbledore.

"It seems to have left a bad impression on you that time." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Forget it." Albert took a sip of the milk tea and said, "After all, no one wants to drink a drink that may be seasoned."

"Did she really do that?"

Albert put down the teacup and said lightly, "No, I won't give her a chance."

"Maybe, we shouldn't be talking about her, it's not a pleasant topic." Dumbledore digressed, obviously not wanting to discuss Umbridge with Albert, "You wouldn't mind sending me a copy of your new book. Well, when I finish compiling it here, I will give you a copy as well."

"Oh, of course it's fine."

Albert waved his wand, and after a crackling sound, a book was summoned by him out of thin air. He reached out to catch the book and placed it in front of Dumbledore.

"It seems that you are not optimistic about the future prospects."

Dumbledore took the book, carefully flipped through the catalogue in front of him, and understood what was going on.

"It's not very optimistic. Many people will die, especially Muggle-born wizards." Albert's tone was very light, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

"What a terrible future."

Dumbledore put down the book in his hand and sighed softly, "I taught him before, but unfortunately I failed to guide him on the right path..."

"The right way?" Albert asked with a strange expression: "What do you think is the right way."

"At least, it's definitely not right to do what he did." Dumbledore did not answer Albert directly.

"Everyone thinks they are the right ones, especially some people." Albert didn't care about Dumbledore's vague answer and didn't mean to argue with the other party, but calmly stated the truth, " When You-Know-Who and his minions take control of the Ministry of Magic, when they are the final victors in this war, they will be right and you will be wrong."

"Do the victors write history?" Dumbledore understood what Albert meant, took a sip of milk tea and said softly, "You are right, whether it is correct or not is still up to people to judge, I think this topic is enough for people to discuss long time."

"I heard that something unpleasant happened between you and Severus." He finally mentioned the reason for looking for Albert today.

"Not very pleasant?" Albert tapped the teacup with his wand, refilled himself a cup of steaming milk tea, and said calmly, "Perhaps, he thinks so! I won't make myself unhappy because of him. "

"He's a little angry." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows.

"Well, he should drink some tranquilizers and calm down." Albert didn't pay attention to Dumbledore's words, waved his wand and made a plate of biscuits for himself out of thin air, picked up one and crushed it in his mouth, chewed and swallowed it , said with a smile, "You look good at Potter. His bad temper has been restrained a lot than before. You can recommend to Snape the calming candy I prepared for Potter a while ago."

With that said, Albert took out a vial and placed it in front of Dumbledore.

Dumbledore's expression was a little stunned, and he looked suspiciously at the medicine bottle in front of him.

"However, you know, he's a professor, and you should give him the most basic respect." Dumbledore's tone was very casual, he picked up the bottle and looked at the pills inside, poured out one and tasted it, and then really Take the medicine bottle away.

"Respect is mutual." Albert said gently, "I get along very well with most of the professors at Hogwarts, students, ghosts, portraits, and even Peeves, who likes to make fun of others. Exceptionally, I'd say the other Gryffindor students don't have as many Slytherin friends as I do alone."

"Why don't you ask, why is Snape an exception?" Albert looked at Dumbledore and asked back with a smile.

Click!

The sound of cracking cookies softened the unfriendly atmosphere inside.

"Obviously, most of the problem is not with me, but with him."

"Maybe, there is something wrong with him." Dumbledore looked at Albert and sighed softly, "You know, everyone has some..."

"I know." Albert nodded to show that he understood, he pushed the plate towards Dumbledore, and asked back, "It's just, why do I have to tolerate his little fault instead of fixing it himself. What's wrong?"

"In this world, except for parents who will accommodate you, I never think that anyone will accommodate others." Albert's words were obvious, he was not Snape's father, so he did not intend to accommodate each other.

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly, Albert's words were serious, but this was the reality.

"I admit I don't like Malfoy or Snape, but I've never liked to initiate trouble," Albert reminded.

"It's Professor Snape," Dumbledore corrected.

"As I said, respect is mutual." Albert corrected. "The reason why a professor is respected is not to respect the professor himself, but to respect the knowledge he has. Knowledge is worthy of respect."

"As for people, I don't find much in Snape that deserves special respect."

"I've been a complete failure," Dumbledore said helplessly.

"You didn't fail, it's just that the times have changed." Albert didn't shy away from this, "If it was a long time ago, because of the need, I would never mind calling him a professor, but now I no longer need to force myself, both sides. The relationship is equal, if Snape wants to get my respect, he has to learn to respect me first, and not always talk about the ridiculous teacher-student relationship."

"If you can't do it, you can completely keep him away from me and just ignore me. I don't think there will be those unpleasant conflicts between the two sides." Albert took a sip of tea and said gently: " After all, I will graduate at the end of June next year, and it will be difficult for us to have any intersection in the future."

"Please forgive the young people's temper. I really don't have such a good temper as you."

"No, you have a much better temper than most people your age."

Albert was known to be gentle throughout the school, and he was rarely seen to lose his temper.

Dumbledore was not tangled up in this matter, Albert had made it very clear that the two sides would not interfere with each other.

"I heard that Professor Umbridge fell today." He changed the subject lightly.

"Yeah, I'm a lot older, and still carefree." Albert smiled and shook his head: "It's the first time I've encountered myself in the school hospital, and she's about to turn herself out of Hogwarts now. I really don't know what Fudge asked her to do at Hogwarts, to add joy to Hogwarts?"

"You don't like Professor Umbridge very much?" Talking about Umbridge's bad luck, Dumbledore had a smile on his face. He also disliked Umbridge, although he wouldn't show it directly.

"It should be said that I hate politicians." Albert shrugged. "By the way, Umbridge sent the Dementors to attack Harry Potter."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised that Albert mentioned this.

"Do you have any evidence?"

"Do you think I need evidence?" Albert asked back: "Professor Trelawney's divination is what I did, and you should have guessed it, thinking about the final outcome of Pink Toad, you know how bad she did. mind."

"The future is not necessarily as predicted." Dumbledore gently reminded: "You should be well aware of how complex and changeable the cause and effect of people's behavior is!"

"I know that the predicted future can be changed, but it is difficult and requires a lot of cost." Albert shrugged, "But I don't think Umbridge's prediction will be too big. Variety."

"You may already know some things, but I think it's better to remind you." Albert paused and continued, "Potter recently established a Defense Against the Dark Arts organization called DA. I think you should know about it. I mean. Fudge was always worried that you were going to form an army, and I think that's why you got kicked out."

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, and there seemed to be something in his heart, but he didn't say it.

"If it's okay, I'll go first."

"I want you to teach Harry Occlumency."

When Albert stood up to leave, Dumbledore finally spoke.

"I once taught Fred three people Occlumency, but unfortunately they didn't learn it. I don't think I can teach Potter Occlumency." Albert shook his head and said, "You'd better teach him yourself."

"Perhaps, you should also have noticed something, and it's not appropriate for me to teach Harry." Dumbledore's glasses flickered.

"Trust me, Snape is more inappropriate than you, some things are just wishful thinking," Albert said to Dumbledore, "and I foretold Sirius' death."

"Is what you said true?"

The portrait of Phineas, who was pretending to be asleep, finally couldn't help speaking. He couldn't bear the bloodline of the Black family to be cut off.

"do not know."

"What do you mean?" Dumbledore's expression became serious.

"Although Peter Pettigrew is dead, as you said, who can tell what will happen in the future?" Albert reminded kindly, "I suggest you prepare some elixirs. There's no shortage of money. Of course, if you can get the Flux, remember to get one for me and I'll pay for it, you know, I'm not short of Galleons."

"Wait Anderson, let's talk," Phineas said loudly.

"What I can do is very limited, at most I will remind you." Albert pushed open the door and left.

He had just come out of the gap in the monster statue when he encountered Potter standing outside.

"Go in, Dumbledore is inside." Albert helped Harry enter the principal's office.

"Harry, do you have anything to do with me?" Dumbledore was a little surprised that Harry would appear here.

"Sir, I've been having a dream recently about a long, dark corridor. Albert told me that my dream was about Voldemort." Harry looked at the old man in front of him, waited a moment, and then continued. : "He suggested that I learn Occlumency from you, saying that as long as you master Occlumency, you won't have the same nightmare again."

"Mr. Anderson's judgment is quite correct." Dumbledore stared into Harry's eyes. "He thinks that there is a special connection between you and Voldemort, and the master of Occlumency can avoid himself being affected."

"Can you teach me Occlumency?" Harry asked expectantly.

"I'm afraid I won't have much time to teach you in the near future. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Dumbledore was silent for a moment, but in the end he didn't agree, "If you want to learn, I can find someone to teach you."

"Who?" Harry asked curiously.

"Mr. Anderson, he's a great master of closure," said Dumbledore gently, "if I can convince him."

"Anderson said he couldn't teach me, let me find you." Harry shook his head.

"I'll try to convince him," Dumbledore said to Harry. "If that doesn't work, I'll find another for you."

Originally, Harry wanted to ask Dumbledore to avoid him, but in the end he didn't say it. He knew that if Dumbledore didn't want to tell him, even if he asked, it would only add embarrassment.

"Then I'll leave Professor." Harry turned and left, and he could see that Dumbledore wasn't about to reveal more to him.

Maybe the time hasn't come yet.

Although Harry was annoyed by being kept secret, he had been able to control his emotions recently, not to mention that he had just taken a tranquilizer.

"I think you should consider Anderson's proposal," Phineas said to Dumbledore after Harry had left.

"I will."

"No, you won't. No wonder Anderson refused to join your Order of the Phoenix." Phineas turned and disappeared. He planned to chat with Sirius. Maybe his hapless great-grandson should be kept safe. Maybe he should have found someone he liked to marry and leave a direct descendant to Black, lest the direct line of the Black family die out after his death.

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