The Wizard Supreme at Hogwarts

Chapter 127 Life is a Great Insomnia
At this time, Dumbledore was not like the wise and wise headmaster before, but more like a tired old man who had gone through vicissitudes.

"I can vaguely guess a little bit, Professor."

After a moment of silence, Norin nodded slightly and said softly.

Dumbledore sat on the soft chair, looking at Noreen.He had seen another child in this way in many fronts.

"He's arguably the most gifted kid at Hogwarts, before you."

Dumbledore said with a bit of reminiscence, "He is talented, handsome, good at dancing, good at winning people's hearts, and absorbing knowledge. He had many followers when he was a student, and even many professors had a close relationship with him."

Norling listened quietly, feeling silently in his heart that the young Voldemort was more like a protagonist than himself.

"But unfortunately, childhood experience seems to have brought some bad changes in his heart. I frightened him with the burning wardrobe for a while, and then I have been trying to change him, let him pay more attention to the beautiful things in the world, let him He understands the greatest human emotion..."

"Many times, he did things that are hard to forgive. I didn't kill him, just to give him time to understand by himself."

"But I failed."

"His strength has become unprecedentedly powerful, completely out of my control. He has become another Dark Lord who brings shadows in the wizarding world."

"His name is Tom Riddle. You probably guessed the later name. He is Voldemort."

After speaking, Dumbledore sighed and there was a moment of silence.Norin noticed that in the portrait of the two of them eavesdropping on the conversation, Armando Dippet's face was flushed, and it seemed difficult to speak.

"Isn't he already dead? Eleven years ago, by Harry..."

Norin thought about the meaning of Dumbledore revealing these inside stories to himself, and asked tentatively.

"Yeah, he left a scar on Harry's forehead, only to be killed by a powerful spell rebounded by Harry's mother. She was, I have to say, a wonderful witch, just like your mother .”

Dumbledore raised his head and said softly, "But so far, it's not dead."

"Tom once said that he has gone farther than anyone else on the road to immortality."

Speaking of this, Dumbledore seemed a little tired, "The only thing he pursues is eternal life, and the only thing he fears is death. But he never understands that death is just a greater adventure. Even after dying once, he still doesn't understand , It was love that defeated his proud magical strength."

The light in the room was a little soft, and Fawkes no longer avoided Norin. It flapped its wings and flew to Dumbledore's shoulder, rubbing his pale beard affectionately.

"But now, I am very relieved to see that there is a little wizard who is as talented as him, or even better."

Dumbledore smiled suddenly, and looked at Noreen gently with his eyes:

"I saw the battle between the two of you, and to be honest, even I was a little surprised. Tom didn't have such a huge magic power and such amazing spells in the second grade. Are they all learned from the "Secret Code of Laws"?"

"Yes, Professor."

Noreen nodded.Anyway, Dumbledore knew, so he didn't hide it.

"Very good." Dumbledore didn't ask further, and changed the subject,
"Quirinas was also a good student at school, but it's a pity that he failed to withstand Tom's bewitching and became the carrier of his broken soul. This is an extremely serious loss to his life."

Noreen gave him a suspicious look, feeling as if Dumbledore was familiar with this situation.

Dumbledore seemed to see what he was thinking. He cast his eyes out of the window, his tone was a little erratic, and he seemed to say with nostalgia:
"That's an extremely dark magic in "Chapter of Chaos". I learned about this kind of magic from...a person many years ago. But he is extremely contemptuous of this kind of magic and will never use it."

So he imprisoned himself in Nurmengard?Norin, who knew something about Dumbledore's past, speculated in his mind.

"I had prepared another bait, but I didn't expect Tom to have such a deep desire for the "Secret of Laws", putting you in danger. This is my miscalculation."

Dumbledore paused, the wrinkles on his face seemed to deepen, and he admitted his mistake very frankly.

At this moment, Norin deeply realized that this old man was not an all-knowing and omnipotent god, but a wizard who was stronger than others.

"Come here first today, go back and rest early."

Dumbledore tapped his head and said softly.It seems that Norling was called here today just to watch the battle scene and tell him the story of Voldemort.

Nuo Lin responded, and when he walked to the door, he couldn't help turning his head and said:
"Death is another, greater adventure. But life is a great insomnia, Professor."

He was suddenly a little afraid that Dumbledore, like in the original book, would count Voldemort at the cost of his life a few years later, and die with him.Then face death without any worries.

Dumbledore froze for a moment, and watched Noreen leave the principal's office with a smile.

"Honestly, Albus, are you really not worried about that kid becoming a second Voldemort?"

The fireplace was burning fiercely, and among the portraits of the past principals who had been silent all the time, one suddenly spoke.

Dumbledore leaned back on the soft chair, closed his eyes and meditated: "No, Phineas. Be the second Voldemort? Tom is not qualified yet."

"He's bound to surpass Tom, surpass me. I'm going to live a few more years to see that day."

His voice suddenly became a little low, he shook his head and said, "It's just that Tom may not be the only enemy in the magic world..."

In the void in front of him, a book glowing with white light appeared out of thin air.

……

The gossip in the castle is always so fast, and soon, the news of Professor Quirrell's mysterious disappearance spread throughout Hogwarts.

Professor McGonagall strictly controlled the news to prevent Quirrell's attack on Nolin from leaking out.

Among other things, if the parents of the little wizards knew that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts attacked a second-year student, it would definitely set off a wave of dropouts.

Parents must not tolerate it, and even the students cannot properly protect the school.

The little wizards speculated about the truth of the matter, thinking that he knew that the quality of his teaching was almost zero, so he had no face to stay in school anymore, and ran away overnight.

Or accidentally die in a dangerous place while out on Christmas vacation.

Only a small group of people thought of something through the rubble falling from the castle.

But soon, there was a big problem in front of them:

Quirrell is gone, who will teach the next Defense Against the Dark Arts class?

(End of this chapter)