The third generation of Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

"Everyone makes mistakes sometimes."

Argus responded softly, knowing what Ginny was talking about.

"Instead of hiding alone and worrying about guilt, it is better to find a way to redeem it."

"What if this incident causes the people closest to me... to get hurt..." Ginny had the urge to tell Yagus the whole series of things.

When the words came to his mouth, he changed his words again.

Yagus smiled: "You said it was an injury. Since it is an injury, there is a possibility of healing."

"A sense of guilt has no effect."

"If one day I do something wrong and hurt you, will you forgive me?" Ginny's eyes were pleading.

Argus's answer was even more frightening.

I was afraid that he would say something negative.

Yagus rubbed her head: "As long as you sincerely change your ways, I will forgive you."

"So do those who get hurt by you."

"Really?"

"Of course! Like I said, everyone does something wrong sometimes. We can't let that person not even have a chance to change because of a wrong thing."

"I understand, thank you, Yagus!"

The center of Ginny's eyes shone brightly, and the look she looked at Argus was filled with deep dependence.

He wiped his red eyes.

A smile finally appeared on his face.

"Don't be so polite, I didn't do anything."

"Now, can you enjoy your dinner in peace?"

"That being said, I'm really hungry."

…

St. Mungo's Hospital.

Dumbledore and Snape looked extremely serious.

Staring at Harry and Ron who had just been given the potion.

His eyes were filled with tension.

A bottle of potion emitting light green fluorescence was drank by the two of them.

But the two of them just burped lightly, showing no intention of recovering.

"Failed again. It seems that it is not easy to restore their memory and consciousness." Dumbledore sighed.

Snape's tone was cold: "That idiot Lockhart is not very good at other spells, but he is very good at the Oblivion Curse!"

"Forget it, I'll go find my old friends and think of other solutions."

"No matter what, nothing can happen to Harry!"

Dumbledore knew very well that at his age it was impossible to deal with Voldemort.

Even if you can kill him again, it will only delay his resurrection.

As long as the Horcrux is still there, it will be resurrected sooner or later.

At that time, the task of defeating Voldemort will still fall on Harry.

"How could this happen if our principal hadn't asked a twelve-year-old wizard to deal with the basilisk!"

Snape was sarcastic and extremely dissatisfied with Dumbledore's original decision.

Dumbledore also regretted his decision.

If he had known something was going to happen to Harry, he would never have let Argus follow him alone.

Even if he doesn't take action, Snape or other professors will follow him.

With the professor present, at least Lockhart wouldn't be given the chance to make a sneak attack!

"Severus, do you think Harry and Ron may have hurt... their souls!"

Dumbledore's eyes flashed with worry.

The soul level has always been taboo in the magic world.

Even Dumbledore didn't dare to say that he was very proficient in this area.

Snape obviously thought of this as well. After thinking for a long time, he shook his head and said, "Lockhart probably doesn't have this ability."

"No matter how powerful his forgetting spell is, it is still limited by the level of magic."

"It's impossible to reach the soul level."

"I'm going to see some old friends. I'll trouble you to keep an eye on them these days."

Dumbledore has been running around a lot these days about Harry's affairs, but unfortunately he has had little effect.

There were a few people who were able to find ways to restore Harry, but it took too long and was ultimately rejected by Dumbledore.

Only left as reference or alternative.

"There is one more thing I need to remind you, Mr. Principal."

Snape suddenly said: "The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts is gone."

"But Defense Against the Dark Arts is still here, and the final exams are coming soon."

"Have you decided on the candidate for the new professor?"

When this matter was mentioned, Dumbledore's brows furrowed even more.

Yes, as the principal of Hogwarts, it was already dereliction of duty to find Lockhart, a parallel importer, causing injuries to students.

If he really couldn't find a professor by then, he, the principal, would probably suffer another verbal and written attack from the British wizard.

But now, even if you want to find a professor, it is not easy.

Not to mention that throughout the semester, students did not learn anything.

The notoriety left by Lockhart alone is enough to keep most well-known wizards away from him.

"If the principal can't find a candidate for a while, I can..."

"No!" Dumbledore refused without thinking.

"You already have Potions class, and you have to take care of Harry and Ron during this time."

"It's too short to take into account the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

Snape's face darkened.

He guessed that Dumbledore would refuse, but he still wanted to give it a try.

Dumbledore's mind flashed through the figures, trying to pick the right person.

Gradually, one candidate after another was abandoned by him.

"Severus, how much do you know about Alan Mitchell?"

"The newly appointed Head Auror? Is our Headmaster an old fool?" Snape sneered.

"The Ministry of Magic is eager to put its hands inside Hogwarts, and now you are going to take the initiative to hand over a professor's position to them?"

Dumbledore was also very troubled: "Except for him, no one will be willing to take over this position in the short term."

"It is impossible to find just any wizard to be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts."

He seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"Horace Slughorn!"

"He used to be the dean of Slytherin, and also a potion master!"

"He is more than qualified to be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts! Perhaps it will also help Harry and Ron's condition!"

"But he has been retired for decades and is hiding. It may not be so easy to call him out." Snape was very unhappy with this colleague who took his position.

He continued: "Besides, at his age, he probably doesn't have the energy to teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts class for the entire Hogwarts."

"Don't worry, I've found a perfect assistant for him!"

"Let him take full charge of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class for the first and second graders!"

"Perfect assistant? Full charge of the first and second graders?"

"Who?"

Snape didn't react for a moment.

He was a little confused about what Dumbledore meant.

Dumbledore stared into Snape's eyes.

He whispered the name.

"Argus Grindelwald!"