Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 124 Dumbledore's Back Chills
Dumbledore left Snape's office, and instead of meeting McGonagall as planned, he returned to his office on the eighth floor.

"If it wasn't Snape, who would it be..."

He murmured softly, and took out all the papers he had used for deduction.

The dense names are listed on sheets of paper, and they are spread on the desk, covering almost everything.

Dumbledore's eyes flicked down the first page, quickly, but he was sure he caught every name.

Countless thoughts flashed like lightning.

He has many related memories and clues for each name, but this does not slow down his reading speed - he has studied these memories and clues too many times, and he is too familiar with every name and content.

Just looking at them one by one, his eyes didn't stop—even when he looked at the name Quirinus Quirrell, he didn't stop much.

Frowning, Dumbledore's heart was disturbed...

"Tom... Tom... It's not like you... Where are you..."

He whispered softly, as if he wanted to have a conversation with the student, but in the quiet office, no one responded to him.

Searching through the list in a daze, the eyes barely meet, and then...

Focusing on the upper left of the desk, where the three lists intersect, revealing a corner of a book, on that corner, there is the tail of his name, and the full name of another person—Quirinus Quirrell.

Could it be him...

A smile suddenly appeared on Dumbledore's face, and he shook his head, wondering why he had such an idea.

The smile gradually becomes stiff...

Why can't you have such an idea?
He suddenly beckoned, and the Pensieve flew down on the table like a projectile, and the wand touched his temple, and then he pulled out a strand of flowing silver thread.

Dumbledore frowned, with pain in his expression - pulling the memory too fast, it made his head hurt a little.

With a soothing movement, sprinkle the flowing silver thread to the Pensieve, then stir it, and then hastily leaned down to look.

After the darkness, there is the Gringotts underground corridor:
"Wingardim Leviosa."

Quirrell used the Levitation Charm, but at the end he flicked his wand suddenly.

"Huh?" Dumbledore asked suspiciously.

"Armor protection."

The self in his memory was protecting Harry, but his eyes were only fixed on Quirrell.

"Swoosh~~~"

The wand was waved by Dumbledore, the world was messed up by him, and then restored to its original state in an instant:

"Wingardim Leviosa."

Quirrell used the Levitating Charm again, and Dumbledore's eyes were fixed. He was sure that he had seen Quirrell's subtle magical operation-he refused Harry Potter to approach him.

A trace of coolness rose from his spine, he restrained the panic in his heart, stood alone in this world for a while, and then left.

Once again, a trace of memory was pulled out and sprinkled on the Pensieve, and Dumbledore entered it again:
"Harry?"

The picture is the corner of the corridor on the fourth floor. He can hear Quirrell's voice, but there are no such pictures, because he has not walked there in his memory.

But soon, the self who used the Disillusionment Charm in the picture ran two steps quickly, and then saw Quirrell at the corner of the stairs, and Harry floating in the air.

"It's me, Professor, sorry to frighten you."

Harry was talking aggrievedly, but Dumbledore, who entered the memory, didn't care about him, but quickly approached Quirrell, staring at Quirrell's left hand hidden in the cloak.

Dumbledore's eyes widened, surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he shuddered - it is no exaggeration to say that he was frightened by his student.

"Is that you...Tom..."

He slowly stretched out his hand, with a bit of hesitation and struggle, and touched Quirrell in his memory.

"Hu~~"

The picture dissipated, the memory disappeared, and he also left the Pensieve.

This time, he was not in a hurry to act again, but looked at the Pensieve with a dull gaze.

The portraits of the principals were chattering about something, Phoenix Fox looked at his master suspiciously, they didn't know what happened to Dumbledore.

Only Dumbledore knew that he was frightened—that remnant soul in the dark actually lived openly under his nose, getting along with him day and night, even talking heart-to-heart.

He became fond of magic, open to new things, and became friends with Muggle wizards...

How can this be?

He pulled out a strand of memory again, gently threw the memory into the Pensieve, and bent down:

"Quirrell?"

In the corridor on the eighth floor, he was calling to stop Quirrell who was about to go downstairs, and then he saw Quirrell turned his head, and there was a flash of surprise and regret in his expression, but it was quickly covered up by fatigue.

"Headmaster Dumbledore."

Quirrell said to him in memory, his voice very tired.

Dumbledore squinted his eyes, looked at Quirrell's figure, sighed and shook his head slowly - the tired look could be faked, but the neat and decisive movements did not look like a tired person...

That day, the mind was not on this... He sighed in his heart, and then waved his wand, disrupting the world in this memory.

Walking out of memory again, the old man was almost certain that the professor he wanted to keep was the one he had been looking for for a whole school year.

"Did failure make you change so much?"

He murmured softly, his voice full of exhaustion and regret.

Tired, because he realized that this enemy was much stronger than before - not magic, but mind - and it became not so easy to defeat him.

It's a pity because he knows more about this student.

This student has changed, but it's too late, life can't be repeated, I'm doomed not to tolerate him, the entire wizarding world...

He can't be tolerated either.

"Wow."

There was the sound of the door opening at the spiral staircase, followed by hurried footsteps.

"Dumbledore, what are you doing?"

Before Professor McGonagall came up, the voice had already arrived, "Harry and the others have already gone, if we don't..."

Her voice stopped suddenly, and she looked at Dumbledore in surprise - she had known this old man for many years, and this was the first time she had seen this old man, showing such obvious exhaustion and confusion.

"What's wrong?" she asked in surprise.

"Meg, Mag..."

The old man murmured twice, and then let out a long breath. It seemed that he was trying to raise his spirits, but it seemed very difficult——there was never a moment when McGonagall felt so truly...

Dumbledore is old.

"Did something happen?" Professor McGonagall stepped forward quickly, and there was a "da da da" footstep under his feet. Can you help me?"

"I need your memory, the part about that Quidditch match."

Dumbledore, who was supported by McGonagall, finally came out of his trance. He looked like a revived lion, and his words were full of undeniable power.

"Where does it start and where does it end?" Mag responded immediately.

She doesn't care about Harry anymore, she just wants to help Dumbledore, no matter what he has to do.

(End of this chapter)