At night, when Jamie appeared in the forbidden book area, she met a passing old man.

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore."

"Ah...good evening, Fox." Dumbledore looked through a book under the dim oil lamp.

It was exactly the "Sharp Fire from Hell" that Jamini was looking for.

"Severus told me, you seem to want to learn how to manipulate the fire?" Dumbledore looked at Jamini with blue eyes: "I am so blunt, this spell is still too early for you now, and I personally do not advocate students to learn this dangerous black magic."

"But I can't summon the patron saint, professor." Jamini had no choice but to spread his hands: "If possible, I still hope to master it, so don't you want to teach me?"

"Of course not." Dumbledore looked at Jamini happily: "As a teacher, I have no reason to reject students' desire to study. If you have to learn, I can of course teach you. This is a matter of course."

"Ha..." Jamini blinked: "That's really thank you, but, um... I can't figure it out to be honest..."

Dumbledore smiled: "Don't you understand why I want to teach you?"

“That’s right…”

"There is no difference between good and bad power, Jamini..." Dumbledore looked at Jamini gently: "But people have it."

Dumbledore said, closing the book in his hand, and gently said, "I still remember that I was just a professor of transformation. At that time, there was a boy who was as amazing as you in the school. He showed his strengths when he first entered the school. He was gentle and polite, and looked like you."

"In fact, you two have many similarities, both Slytherin, who are equally handsome and gentle, with a gentlemanly appearance, hides fatal dangers under their gentle appearance, and are powerful and have many followers. Even the two of you have a certain degree of similarity in their life experiences."

Dumbledore looked at Jamini's face and unconsciously fell into memories: "At that time, all the teachers except me were optimistic about him and thought he would have a great achievement in the future... In fact, he did achieve great achievements, if he didn't talk about good or bad."

Jamini fell silent when he heard this.

"I think you probably guessed that he was later Voldemort, the guy attached to the back of Quirrell's head not long ago." Dumbledore smiled happily.

Looking at Jamini's ugly face, Dumbledore said gently: "I'm not saying that your future will be like him. Jamini, no one can define the future of others without authorization. If you think I'm insincere, there's no need to..."

"I don't care about that, professor." Jamini frowned.

"Of course, you two also have completely different outlooks on life-"

"It's not this!" Jamini interrupted Dumbledore impatiently, and his tone gradually became unkind: "Same handsome? Tell me clearly, which of us two is more handsome?"

“…”

Dumbledore's language dysfunction was a while before he slowly spoke: "You."

"Ha...I know." Jamini smiled softly again: "You continue."

Dumbledore opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but after a long time he couldn't put up a word.

"Nothing to say, the emotions are incoherent..."

The old voice had a hint of honesty and sounded a little bitter.

"Of course we are different, professor." Jamini took a book from the bookshelf and read the title.

"The Immortal Horcrux"

Jamini simply looked through two pages, sneered, and threw it aside.

"I'm more handsome than him, and more handsome than him." Jamini was so energetic, confident and proud.

Dumbledore: "…"

As he said that, Jaminie's eyes were a little hollow, as if he had thought of something terrible.

"And I would rather die than stick to the back of the head half-dead."

Dumbledore: "…"

"Speaking of this, how did Qilu sleep? Professor, do you know?"

"I don't know." Dumbledore was also amused by the topic of distortion: "But if I have the chance in the future, I will ask someone to go to Azkaban to ask."

"So, you said so much to me tonight, just to tell me to use the power you have correctly?" Jamini asked curiously with his head tilted.

"Ah...it was like this." Dumbledore's complex face: "But the topic was inexplicably off-limited..."

"It's good to go off the wrong way." Jamini smiled: "I personally don't like listening to such long-term comments."

"I think so." Dumbledore nodded.

"Professor, when will we start learning the Fire Spell?" Jamini asked, "I can make an unbreakable oath with you and will never use the Fire Spell on innocent people. How about it?"

"It doesn't need to be like this at all, Jamini, I believe you." Dumbledore looked at Jamini with a smile: "Everyone longs for strength, but compared to Voldemort's hiding and disguising himself, I appreciate your open-minded attitude, or... shameless?"

"The last sentence is completely redundant." Jamini laughed: "Are you not afraid of me becoming a dark king in the future? I tell you that my talent is much better than the one stuck on the back of Chilo's head."

"Hahaha..." Dumbledore laughed: "Isn't that very interesting? When you think of you pressing Voldemort on the ground and rubbing repeatedly... that's what you said right? I can't wait."

Jamini was deeply surprised at Dumbledore's answer.

"Don't look at me that way." Dumbledore said gently: "For a teacher, there is nothing more proud of than teaching a good student, even if you set off a wave of the times and are called the Demon King."

"I am so frank, do you want to kill Voldemort?" Jamini was a little uncertain whether the person in front of him was Dumbledore.

"There is no doubt about this. I dreamt of killing him now." Dumbledore nodded: "But it's not because he is the Dark Lord."

Dumbledore said, picking up the book that Jaminie had just read and put it back on the bookshelf: "When Voldemort was in school, he was still a handsome boy, but when I saw him again in more than ten years, he was almost gone."

"I know he's on the wrong path, but I didn't kill him. In fact, I've been trying to persuade him to come back on the right path, at least at that time, he can communicate."

Dumbledore said with some regret: "It's a pity that he didn't listen to me. Perhaps because he had split his soul too many times and had done many evil magic experiments, he made himself neither human nor ghost, completely lost his rationality as a human, evil and crazy. It was then that time that I decided to kill him."

"But unfortunately, it's too late. He has already had the means to prevent me from killing him easily. I have to say that in terms of magical talent alone, Voldemort is indeed the only genius I have seen in my life." Dumbledore said, shook his head with some regret.

"If you want to learn the Fire Spell, I can teach you, Jamini." Dumbledore looked at Jamini calmly: "But I hope that you will remember my teachings every time you use it in the future, although you may be annoyed."

"You just said that as a teacher, the greatest pride is to cultivate an outstanding and outstanding student." Jamini nodded gently and said, "And as a student, the greatest luck is to meet a sincere and selfless teacher. Professor. I promise you that I will remember your teachings."

For Dumbledore, Jamini was respected from the bottom of his heart.

This white-bearded old man is more than ten years older than his two lives. Even if he doesn't look at his knowledge and personality, he can still play a vibrant night tour at his age, let alone he is also called the greatest principal of Hogwarts ever.

"Very good, you are much more outstanding than I was when I was a teenager." Dumbledore looked at Jamini gently and nodded with relief: "Although saying this may make you unhappy at this time, I don't think you are suitable for learning the Fire Curse at the moment."

"So you're going to teach me something else first?" Jamini asked.

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded, signaling Jamini to follow him and leave the forbidden book area.

The two walked through rows of bookshelves, Dumbledore came to the area of ​​Transformation, picked out a book and handed it to Jamie.

"In my opinion, for you now, this should be the best for you."

Jamini reached out to take the thick book and glanced over the cover.

“Animagus…?”

"Animagus is a very advanced transformation technique. Proficient in mastering Animagus can greatly improve the control of his own magic. Another thing is that I hope you can learn how to avoid it before you learn to fight against dementors."

Dumbledore blinked: "Actually, I wanted to ask before, are you so persistent in fighting dementors? Do you want to prepare for the future?"

"So I am already a reserve for Azkaban in you?" Jamini's face turned dark: "Just meddling in other people's business, you should reflect on yourself."

"What to reflect on?" Dumbledore was puzzled.

"Most of the students living in Azka's class are taught by Hogwarts, right?"

Dumbledore: "…"

At this moment, his brain was running at high speed, trying hard to refute Jamini. A few seconds later, Dumbledore sighed sadly.

He couldn't find any room for refutation to Jamini's words...

"Look at Professor Dumbledore's teaching level." Jamini spread his hands, with a hint of yuppie in his exaggeration: "So many students have gone to Azka class to study-"

Dumbledore looked at the sky with embarrassment.

"And I heard that if you cheat in the OWL exam, you will be sent to the Azka class?" Jamini couldn't help laughing: "If a student cheated and was caught, what should he say? You may not believe it. I actually got it?"

"Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Azkaban, Hogwarts actually have five academies, right?"

"It's also your student, I'm preparing for further studies, right?"

"Hey? Professor, why don't you speak anymore?"

"professor?"

Dumbledore ran away with his face covering.

In the next few days, Jamini never saw Dumbledore's trace again.

This made Jamini feel a little guilty and condemned by his conscience. It was not until he realized the question of where he got his conscience that he calmed down and began to learn from Animagus with peace of mind.

‘Animagus’s cultivation method, the first step: For a whole month (from full moon to full moon), you must continue to hold a single leaf of Mandela grass in your mouth.

Be careful not to swallow leaves or take out your mouth at any time. If the leaves leave your mouth, the whole process must start over.’

"No wonder not many people can learn it. This thing requires great perseverance..."

It was another Sunday, and at breakfast, Jamini was eating butter peas while looking through the book "Animagus".

"Animagus?" Adria, who was standing beside her, glanced across the book: "Does Mr. Fox have the habit of grinding his teeth when he sleeps?"

"I don't know..." Jamini raised his brows: "Even if you don't grind your teeth, the success rate is not very high. For example, it is accidentally broken when eating, swallow it accidentally when you sleep, and it is possible to spray something when you sneeze..."

No wonder there are only seven legal cases registered in the entire magic world in a hundred years. This first step will kill the vast majority of people. From this point of view, even if there are illegal Animagus, the number will never be large.
To be continued...