Vol 2 Chapter 682: Dumbledore’s self-blame

Now, there are only three people in Dumbledore, Avon, and Harry in the house.
Harry looked a bit cautious, Dumbledore was tired, and dealing with Fudge seemed not so easy.
Ai Wen knows very well that although Dumbledore can ignore the opinions of the Ministry of Magic, he will not do so unless he has to.
Because doing so will undoubtedly make everything worse, so he will get the support of Fudge and the Ministry of Magic as much as possible.
But it's really hard, and Fudge is becoming more and more difficult to meet and compromise...
The first thing he needs to consider is his status and power, and then it is the other.
"Do you guys have anything to tell me?!" Dumbledley said, turning to look at Avon and Harry. "But I suggest that before that, it's best to eat something first, I want you to come over. I must have had breakfast at the time!"
He waved his wand and milk and sandwiches appeared on the table.
Dumbledore sat down in the chair behind the table, indicating that Avon and Harry were sitting opposite him.
As they ate, his gaze shifted to the door that was not closed, and it seemed that he had guessed what had happened.
"Professor!" Harry explained in a panic, swallowing the food in his mouth. "When we came in, the door was open..."
"So we accidentally saw the meditation pot inside!" Ai Wen added, "And your memory!"
"I can understand that when Fudge arrived, I was using it. I rushed to collect it, presumably it was not closed, it would naturally attract your attention." Dumbledore said calmly, from half moon shape Above the lens, I stared at two people. "Curiosity is not a sin, but I have to say one more thing. We should be careful when we are curious. Especially you, Ai Wen, don't touch too much with things you don't understand. Really..."
"I know!" Ai Wen nodded. What did Dumbledore mean? !
Are those dangerous black magic, or the devil in the basement, or a terrible evil god? !
"Good!" Dumbledore smiled again.
He walked over to open the door and put the meditation pot over and placed it on the table in front of them.
The things in the basin changed back to a silver-white state, and they swirled in front of their eyes.
"I think you should know, this meditation pot!" said Dumbledore, and sat down again. "Sometimes I feel that I have too many thoughts and memories in my mind, I need to use it to help me sort out clearly. Into the basin, take a good look when you have time. You know, in this state it is easier to see their form and their connection."
Under the watchful eyes of Avon and Harry, he inserted the tip of his wand into his silver hair, near the sun.
When he pulled out his wand, it seemed to stick some hair on the tip of the stick. It was a silvery white material like a pot.
Dumbledore added this new idea to the basin, holding the meditation basin with his long hands and turning.
Like the gold digger turning the sand table, gradually, Snape's face appeared in the stone basin.
Snape opened his mouth and spoke to the ceiling, with a little echo.
"He is back, Kakalov's is also more obvious and clearer than ever before..."
"He did come back, I can find the connection without help!" Dumbledore exclaimed. "It's too obvious. I thought he would be low-key."
Dumbledore frowned slightly, and with the tip of his pole, he licked the thoughts in the basin.
A human figure was immediately raised in the basin. It was a 13-year-old boy with pale skin and freckles.
He is a younger Batty Crouch, his legs still standing in the basin.
When he spoke, he also echoed like Snape, as if it had come from the depths of the stone basin.
"Yes, Professor, I have to get all the 12 ordinary wizard level exam certificates, my father asked me to do it, so I want to apply for a time converter..." His face is proud The tone makes Ai Wen think of Malfoy.
"This is the son of Mr. Crouch?!" Harry whispered, looking at the boy.
"Yes!" Dumbledore smashed the thoughts in the basin again. Little Batti sank and the basin became opaque silver. "That was the little Batty Crow in my memory. Odd, a very clever child, is also very polite. Believe me, there are not many students who can develop new curses at this age, and Old Batty has high expectations for him."

He developed his own curse at the age of fourteen?
asked Ai Wen.
"A very interesting little magic!" said Dumbledore. "He has a perfect score on all courses. He is the best graduate of Hogwarts after Tom Riddle. I thought he would come. The Ministry of Magic works, the father inherits the father..."
"Professor, I have just read the memory of that trial. He is different from the other three Death Eaters!" Harry hesitated. "He may have just happened to be in that place..."
"Nothing is accidental, Harry!" Dumbledore closed his eyes and said in a self-blame tone, "I also learned later that he joined Voldemort's team shortly after this conversation. Became the youngest Death Eater and quickly gained attention. I should have noticed to prevent this from happening!"
The silver light in the meditation basin illuminated Dumbledore's face, and he looked so old.
Ai Wen seems to have just realized this, the greatest wizard in the world, and now is like a real old man.

I sometimes think that there is a big problem with our educational philosophy.
Dumbledore said slowly,
It’s only the teaching of student magic, not the principle of being a human being, that led to the emergence of so many black wizards. They are excellent for the students of Slytherin College, but it also means that they are more tempted and must be guided carefully..."
Dumbledore is different from other professors. He cares about what the students are thinking and has always been.
Especially for those very talented wizards, he hopes to lead them to the right path. He thinks this is their responsibility.
This idea is very good, although the results are not all perfect.
Voldemort is the most obvious example. He grew up almost under the watchful eyes of Dumbledore and grew into the most evil Dark Lord.
In the field of magic, the more you know, the bigger your ambition will be; the stronger you become, the more you will be tempted.
Sometimes, some seemingly correct practices tend to be counterproductive.