The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

"Good morning, Poppy!"

"Good morning, Headmaster... Mr. Potter seems to be waking up soon!"

"That's wonderful, I've come to see him!"

"By the way, principal, I heard that you are temporarily serving as the Potions teacher?"

"Yeah, Poppy, even you know?"

"Students at the school hospital have been discussing this all day long. It sounds like your course is quite popular?"

"Maybe...or maybe my education is a little different?"

...

In darkness, he kept falling, falling, and falling into the abyss!

Suddenly, he only felt a golden thing flashing above his head, which made him very annoying.

He wanted to smash it with his fist, but his arms were too heavy to lift.

Blinking slightly, it turned out that it was just a pair of glasses.

How strange.

He blinked hard again, and this time, the smiling face of Albus Dumbledore gradually emerged in front of him.

...

"Good afternoon, Harry," Dumbledore greeted.

Harry Potter stared at him blankly, then suddenly remembered!

"Professor!" he yelled, "it's Draco Malfoy...he's planning something...in the Room of Requirement...I found him, and he cast a jinx on me..."

"Harry, please calm down, or Madam Pomfrey will kick me out." Dumbledore's expression didn't fluctuate at all.

Harry swallowed and looked around.

He realized that he was lying on a hospital bed with a crisp white linen sheet, not in the dark, hidden Room of Requirement.

"Mr. Malfoy will pay for his actions, and Professor Snape will punish him according to school rules...he has always been very strict." Dumbledore continued to respond.

"You found out what he was doing in the Room of Requirement, didn't you? You're going to fire him, aren't you?" Harry asked hastily.

"Okay Harry, let me say it again, don't get too excited..." Dumbledore smiled and said, "Professor Snape has told me that this is just an ordinary, student-to-student brawl...Mr Malfoy will be triggered , he'll be in confinement for weeks... I trust Severus!"

"But...but..." Harry only felt that he was full of grievances and had nowhere to say.

"I know your thoughts, Harry; I also know your attitude towards Mr. Malfoy!" Dumbledore's voice suddenly became a little serious: "You are a good boy, but Mr. Malfoy's nature is not bad either. ... Everyone will make mistakes, but what we have to do is to prevent them from getting deeper and deeper in their mistakes, and to let them learn from their mistakes..."

Harry Potter swallowed: "I see, Professor."

He lay there, not knowing what to say for a while.

Dumbledore hummed happily and looked at the ceiling with a smile.

...

"Professor!" As if to break the calm, Harry said proactively, "I heard that there is a new Potions teacher. I wonder if he is..."

"Oh, this question... I can tell you responsibly, it's me!"

"Huh?" Harry Potter seemed taken aback.

"I think I have some attainments in alchemy, and I probably have no problem being qualified for this duty." Dumbledore said, he shrugged: "Of course, I have taught it for a few days now, although the response is a bit mediocre !"

Harry suddenly remembered the description of Dumbledore on the chocolate frog's picture - "Dumbledore's well-known contributions include the discovery of twelve uses of dragon's blood, and his cooperation with Nicole May in alchemy"... Speaking of which, the headmaster is also a master in alchemy, so it's not a big problem for him to be a Potions teacher.

And he couldn't help but feel a lot better when he thought that the new Potions teacher would not be Snape.

"By the way, how do you feel now, Harry?" Dumbledore asked with some concern.

"It's not bad!" Harry thought for a moment, then nodded: "At least his mind is still clear."

"Then come with me." Dumbledore suddenly became serious, he said.

"But……"

"We have limited time now!"

"Okay, Professor."

"I will explain the situation clearly to Poppy, now you come with me..."

...

They left the school hospital, and in the castle, they went all the way to where there was a lone stone monster in the hallway on the eighth floor.

With the appearance of Professor Dumbledore, the stone monster jumped aside, and the wall behind it split in two, revealing a moving spiral staircase behind it. Harry followed the headmaster up, and followed the stairs around and around, rising higher and higher, and finally came to the door of the headmaster's office with the brass knocker.

Harry looked around furtively, trying to figure out why Dumbledore had called him so suddenly.

The circular office looked the same as ever, with lots of fine silver on the tables. Portraits of old headmasters, men and women, dozed off in their frames, and Dumbledore's imposing phoenix, Fawkes, stood on a perch behind the door, watching Harry with interest.

"Professor, you seem to have mentioned before that we have limited time?" Harry couldn't help but asked softly.

"Yes, you should be very clear about everything that happened at Christmas... We can't be attacked on both sides, so we must solve one of them as quickly as possible." Dumbledore said calmly, but there was a seriousness in his voice .

Harry nodded thoughtfully.

"At Christmas, I wrote to you to give you extra private tutoring." Dumbledore said in a serious tone, "You must be wondering, how am I going to give you lessons?"

"Yes, sir."

"I believe there must be many mysteries in your heart... Fifteen years ago, what prompted Voldemort to kill you... What is the relationship between you and Voldemort... Voldemort, as a powerful Dark wizard, what kind of evil did he do..." Dumbledore said one by one.

Harry Potter only felt his own breathing, which became much faster.

Dumbledore stood up, walked around the table, and passed Harry.

Harry turned eagerly in his chair, watching Dumbledore bent over the chest by the door. When Dumbledore straightened up, he was holding a familiar shallow stone basin in his hand, with a circle of strange symbols engraved on the mouth of the basin.

He put the Pensieve on the table in front of Harry, and there were many silver flocs floating in the basin, that is, memories.

"You look a little nervous." Dumbledore asked casually.

"A little bit!" Harry smiled a little reluctantly: "I will work hard, Professor!"

I wish you all a Happy New Year