Werewolf

Chapter 681: Werewolf

A few minutes later, Harry's consciousness entered the Pensieve once more. But strangely, Silvan did not sense anything unusual.

He was still standing in the headmaster's office, watching Dumbledore place the emptied crystal vial back on a shelf.

"You have a different lesson, Silvan," Dumbledore explained of his own accord. "Though these memories are rare—you know, finding someone willing to recall the adult Voldemort is almost impossible. In fact, I doubt that, aside from Tom himself, there are any living people who can tell us in detail about his experiences after leaving Hogwarts.

"But these are more suited for Harry to watch and understand. In a sense, he and Voldemort are actually alike."

Dumbledore looked at Silvan. The candles burning on the walls suddenly flickered, and the dancing flames glimmered faintly in his blue eyes.

"Because of that scar?" After a brief pause, Silvan said, "I remember Harry can often see what Voldemort sees. Professor Snape even taught him Occlumency."

"That is one very important reason," Dumbledore said softly. "It was also why I asked Snape to teach Harry that magic. It is a very important ability for him. Unfortunately, the results do not seem very good."

"Because Snape and Harry can hardly stay in the same place peacefully," Silvan said. "Without anyone else present, they usually start arguing within ten minutes."

"I know—" Dumbledore sighed. "But I thought they could tell which matter was more important."

Silvan said nothing. He wondered what he would do if he encountered such a situation—if a professor he hated most, who also hated him most, had to teach him an extremely important life-saving spell, how long could he endure—

Silvan felt that he certainly would not slam the door and leave like Harry, but the moment that professor's face suddenly