Magic surged out, and flames engulfed Harry and Dumbledore.

With a snap.

They disappeared into the office.

The next moment they appeared in an open space, with Hogwarts Castle faintly visible in the distance. They were taken to an open space southwest of the Black Lake, almost where it met the Forbidden Forest.

Almost no students would come here because they had to go around most of the Black Lake and pass by Hagrid's Hut.

Fawkes landed on Harry's head and crowed a few times.

The Sorting Hat translated: "She said she wanted Hedwig's rations as payment."

"Then you have to find Hedwig." Harry raised his hand and touched its head.

Fox flew away immediately.

"I rarely see Fawkes like this." Dumbledore was a little surprised. "He doesn't even like a pile of cockroaches."

Harry looked at him oddly, "Professor, are you serious? Fawkes doesn't like it being too normal, even Crookshanks doesn't like cockroach piles."

"But cockroach piles are Honeydukes' best-selling product," Dumbledore argued.

"Lee Jordan is the one who buys the most cockroaches in all of Gryffindor," Harry argued with him. "He's said more than once that this stuff belongs in Zonko's Joke Shop, not a candy store."

Dumbledore disagreed: "Jordan? The little rascal second only to the Weasley brothers? You can't trust him. He loves to play tricks on people."

"I don't want to discuss cockroach piles with you." Seeing Dumbledore's serious face, and beginning to feel like Ron seeing a broom, Harry shook his head expressionlessly, interrupting this trend, "Let's start today's class."

Dumbledore paused, with a thousand troops stuck in his throat. After a while, he recovered and said softly, "Then let's start today's class."

Harry nodded.

This was the second agreement he made with Dumbledore, to learn the skills to mobilize magic that did not belong to him.

Dumbledore flicked his wand.

The water in the Black Lake is rushing rapidly, rising high and pouring down like a waterfall.

There was even a panicked mermaid inside - she just came up to get some air, what was going on?

"Clear water like a spring." Harry chanted the spell he hadn't uttered.

Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, it is indeed this spell, but it uses some minor casting techniques."

"Magic is everywhere."

As he spoke, he paused slightly and waved his wand vigorously.

Water, flames, earth, and breeze flow around you.

"Everything is magical if you want it to be."

"As long as you don't want it, nothing will be magical."

As he finished speaking, everything that had just happened seemed like an illusion. The wind stopped blowing, the soil flowed back into the earth, the flames and water merged, but not a single bit of water vapor could rise.

"Like the Patronus Charm, he can use it whenever I want?" Harry felt a lump in his throat.

Dumbledore nodded. "That's right."

Harry looked down at his wand: "But Snape... Professor still has to take the potion."

"The theory is the same." Dumbledore explained patiently, "The magic of potions also comes from belief."

Harry didn't quite understand.

Magic, is this something that can be done with just a snap of the head?

Because I want it, so it can happen?

"In fact, haven't you succeeded?" Dumbledore said softly.

Harry was stunned, raised his head and looked at Dumbledore, somewhat puzzled.

Dumbledore imitated Harry and made a weird hand gesture: "It's your hand gesture magic."

Harry was stunned.

He raised his hands and made a hand seal.

Igni!

The flames spewed forward, splashing onto the surface of the Black Lake and stirring up a cloud of misty steam.

"That's it." Dumbledore nodded, "You have already mastered the power before you even start learning magic."

Harry looked at his hands, lost in thought.

After a while, try waving the wand, forcing yourself to think that you can mobilize magic power.

But it didn't work.

A stream of clear water spurted out from the tip of the wand, but it failed to create such a magnificent and huge landscape as before.

"You have to want to change from the bottom of your heart." Dumbledore smiled and shook his head.

Harry closed his eyes, trying to adjust his mindset and find the feeling of casting the Patronus Charm.

Dumbledore went on: "This spellcasting technique is different from the Patronus Charm. There is a spell that can help you find this feeling."

Harry looked at him.

"Weather spells." Dumbledore raised his wand. "A series of spells that can change the weather."

He waved lightly.

"Call the wind!"

A breeze arose, but unlike the whirlwind and hurricane spells, this wind did not come from the wand, but blew from the north, whistling and naturally.

"Call for rain!"

Dumbledore waved his wand again.

Snap, Snap——

As the raindrops fell, there was a cry of surprise from the opposite side of the Black Lake. No one had expected that it would rain in this kind of weather. The water drops fell and quickly froze into ice.

"Calling Thunder."

He waved his wand again.

Dark clouds rolled in, and a huge flash of lightning shattered the night sky before quickly disappearing in an instant.

"Falling snow."

He waved his wand for the last time, and the overwhelming rain turned into snowflakes in an instant, falling lightly.

Harry stared at Dumbledore in surprise.

Wind, rain, thunder, snowflakes...

These were all very natural weather conditions. He did not sense any magic in the raindrops, snowflakes, or breeze. He only felt a not-so-huge flow of magic from Dumbledore when the spell was cast.

"This spell is not difficult." Dumbledore separated the series of spells of the Weather Charm and introduced them to Harry, "but it is even more difficult to master than the Patronus Charm."

"Many people don't have such strong determination and faith. In the face of astronomical phenomena, they all choose to retreat."

Dumbledore waved his wand.

The wind died down, the snow stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and the sky became clear.

Harry raised his wand.

Like Dumbledore, chant the spell: "Call the wind!"

The magic power surges.

With a puff, a puff of air sprayed onto Dumbledore's face, ruffling his beard and hair.

Dumbledore stiffened.

"Sorry." Harry deadpanned, "I didn't mean to do that."

Dumbledore threw one in his face and cleaned it up: "Harry, it might be better if you didn't apologize."

Harry continued to try the spell.

This spell was no more difficult than the Patronus Charm. Under Dumbledore's instruction, he quickly mastered this series of spells, but he could not perform it to the level of Dumbledore's.

He can only affect a small area.

From the Ravenclaw Tower to the open space where he was sitting and the area that spread a little further into the Forbidden Forest.

The wind wasn’t strong enough, the rain and snow were held back, and the thunderclouds were only summoned once.

However, Harry had already felt the impact of the weather spell, the magic that was floating outside his body, ready to move and be controlled by him.

Until the moon rises.

An elf appeared with a snap and whispered, "Principal Dumbledore, it's curfew now."

"It looks like we have to rest." Dumbledore waved his wand and all the weather stopped.

Harry asked tentatively, "Two more hours of practice?"

"I have to go to the Ministry of Magic tomorrow." Dumbledore immediately refused, "Please spare me, an old man. But I don't have you. No, I didn't have as much energy as you when I was young."

Harry sighed.

"Fawkes," Dumbledore called into the air.

No bird responded.

Dumbledore looked regretful: "It seems we have to go back."

Harry stared at the house-elf. "If you have this idea, just say it directly. There is no need to hide it from me."

Dumbledore coughed, and with a wave of his wand, a dead tree by the lake twisted and turned into a small boat: "Get on board."

"Let me enjoy the feeling of those days again."

Harry got on the boat with him. There was no wind, and the boat drifted automatically to the other side.

"Harry, how do you plan for the future?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry answered without hesitation, "Find out about Snape and my mother."

Dumbledore's face froze and he turned his head away awkwardly.

"It seems you know." Harry said calmly, "I asked my uncle and godfather a few days ago, and they didn't know these things."

Dumbledore still said nothing.

"Is it about why he betrayed Voldemort?" Harry asked a less sensitive question.

A slight breeze responded to his words.

"It's also related to my mother's death." Harry asked with certainty.

Dumbledore's face showed no other expression. He turned around and said, "I'm sorry, Harry. This is an agreement between Severus and me. I can't say anything."

"But you have to believe that Severus will definitely..."

Harry stared into Dumbledore's eyes: "I can absolutely trust him, but the cause of death of my father and mother cannot be so unclear."

Dumbledore sighed, "Do not use Legilimency on me."

"Maybe it will work?" Harry shrugged.

"One day, Severus will tell you." Dumbledore turned his head away. "Let's not talk about this, Harry. You can try to slow down a little."

"You are only thirteen years old, but your life is almost as tiring as mine."

Harry looked at the thick layer of snow by the lake: "Senior Tom is going to be resurrected."

"I'm not dead yet." Dumbledore shook his head. "I can still stop him for you for a few more years."

"My greatest torment is having my enemies alive." Harry waved his wand, pulled out a fish, turned it into a cat, and rubbed it in his hands.

"Tell me about your longer-term ideals?" Dumbledore continued. "You are very smart and perceptive. Do you want to go to the Ministry of Magic?"

"I remember Weasley, Percy Weasley's dream was to become the Minister of Magic."

"You are better than him and have better conditions."

Harry looked at him and suddenly smiled: "Albus, are you afraid that I will become like Tom?"

Dumbledore was stunned, and also fished out a fish, which turned into a bird: "You are still so sharp, well, I am a little worried."

"After all, anger destroys a person."