Hogwarts founder returns to campus

The Muggle studies class is not boring. It is interesting to look at Muggles from the perspective of wizards.

But this kind of fun will become more and more boring as time goes by.

There are not many students who choose this course. At the beginning, when the get out of class is over, I can still feel the joy when the students applaud.

As the number of students taking Muggle Studies courses dwindled and time passed, this sense of joy was gradually worn away.

I seem to have entered a strange circle, and my life seems to have returned to a state of obscurity.

I was terrified of going out into the world, afraid that they would bring up my mother again and use it against me.

I never thought it was wrong for my mother to practice black magic, I just didn't want them to slander my mother as a dark wizard over and over again.

There is nothing shameful about black wizards, just like black magic, it is just the malicious speculation of some vulgar people.

In such a boring life, I noticed that Principal Dumbledore was busy looking for teachers for a period of time every year, and they were all teachers of the same course-Defense Against the Dark Arts.

So I found an opportunity to talk to Dumbledore again, and he told me that the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts can only teach for one year, and then he has to leave the post for various reasons.

Maybe I'm qualified for this position?

Some time ago, a scholar of Muggle studies, Caredy Bubbaji, came to apply for a job, so the Muggle studies class can be handed over to her, and I can continue to help Principal Dumbledore with his troubles.

I told Dumbledore what was on my mind.

He was silent, and I could see through the hesitation in his eyes, and there was still a bit of inexplicable meaning.

I interpret this look as Dumbledore's distrust of my abilities.

This is not his problem, I have been silent for too long, maybe it is time for me to go to the library to enrich myself, go out for a walk, and prove my ability to him.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class is a very wide-ranging course. It needs to teach students to resist all kinds of black magic, as well as all kinds of dark magic creatures, and even teach students how to use magic to fight.

This is a subject that extremely tests the teacher's ability. On the contrary, I feel the excitement of just starting to teach Muggle studies. The time of studying in the library feels like a fish in water.

My understanding of black magic is also being reconstructed a little bit, as I thought at the beginning, black magic is not absolute.

My mother saved me with a killing curse, although she used black magic, but she was saving people.

That's right, that's it!

I submitted an application to Dumbledore as a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and I also took a year-long vacation. I need to put all the theoretical knowledge I have acquired into practice.

I want to share Dumbledore's worries, that's all.

I began to practice silent spells, which are essential to ensure privacy during the journey.

Perhaps because the alder wand is highly compatible with me, it is not difficult for me to master silent spells.

With the help of silent spells, I came into contact with dark wizards and came into contact with all kinds of dark magic creatures.

When I could easily defeat a full-grown mountain troll, I realized that maybe I should go one step further, and I should go to the forest to have a look.

Albania is a magical country located in the southeastern part of Europe, where there is a black forest with various legends.

And the most sensational legend is that the former Dark Lord Voldemort hides here.

Many wizards have visited here, but they all died without cause, and Voldemort could not be found. This legend has gradually become a joke.

I stepped into the Albanian Black Forest, which is worthy of the name of the Black Forest. Not only is it eerie, but you can also see the corpses and bones of various small animals everywhere, including rodents and reptiles.

When I came to the center of the black forest and saw the poisonous snake surrounded by countless fine bones, I still couldn't help but tremble in my heart.

I looked at the poisonous snake above the skeleton, and that poisonous snake is Voldemort's current body!

He started talking to me like an old friend, with a magical voice and a feeling that you couldn't help listening to.

Voldemort seems to be more approachable than I imagined. He is like a glass of deadly but tempting poison. I can't help but want to put this glass of poison into my mouth and swallow it.

I had the vague impression that Voldemort was casting magic, but he looked so frail and harmless that a single spell from me could kill him completely.

With an inexplicable state of mind, I exchanged stories with him.

Although I had worked hard to learn Occlumency by then, it didn't last long.

Maybe I'm too impatient, I should wait until Occlumency is perfect before coming to this forest.

He told me many things, that there was no reconciliation between wizards and Muggles in this world.

He even mentioned an old man named Tom, who also had a hopeless father, just like my father.

He also had a wizard mother, but this mother left Tom after he was born.

I seem to feel Tom's despair and anger. Tom is even more pitiful than me, because he has no mother's care, and my mother has always loved me.

Even if she gave her life in the end.

Before I knew it, I felt that Voldemort on the opposite side reached out to me. He wanted to invite me and invite me to reshape a world.

Build a world where magic is power, so that all wizards in this world will not suffer the tragedy like Tom and me.

More importantly, he is like me, or he has always been like this, thinking that black magic has never been something that needs to be taboo.

Black magic is just a slightly extreme means, which is necessary in the process of reshaping the world.

Pointing to a small, decomposing body among the bones, he told me it was that of a holiday goblin from Gringotts.

From the mouth of the dead goblin, he got the news that the Philosopher's Stone was kept in Gringotts.

He hoped that I could help him take out the Philosopher's Stone and help him reshape his body.

He can even tell me more advanced knowledge of the dark arts now, as a reward for completing this matter.

He convinced me, and I think he trusts me because he shared his magical knowledge with me, even Dumbledore did not share his magical knowledge with me so frankly.

Now I am his friend, I found the Philosopher's Stone for him, and he taught me magic knowledge, which is very reasonable.

He is my first friend, right?