Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 285 The Disgusting Smart Man
"Tom, I just want you to face reality."

After the silence, Dumbledore did not heed Voldemort's advice.

Without saying a word, Voldemort turned around and walked towards Malfoy Manor.

He's had enough of the old guy.

Perhaps, confronting each other and fighting when they meet is the best way for them to communicate.

"Tom, I just came here to ask if Bella and Sirius were both..."

"My name is Voldemort, Albus Dumbledore, learn to respect me."

Voldemort stopped, turned his head, and looked at Dumbledore coldly.

The two looked at each other silently for a moment, and Voldemort suddenly let out an angry snort.

Because he didn't see a hint of change in the other party's eyes.

"I never ask how your sister died, Dumbledore."

Voldemort suddenly took a step towards him and said loudly.

Dumbledore's eyes widened in surprise, full of disbelief.

"I'm also not going to ask you if you're proud of beating your boyfriend."

Voldemort stepped forward again, speaking even more viciously.

Dumbledore's eyebrows were raised, and the surprise in his eyes had turned into anger.

"Or, in your saintly mind, is there any resentment towards Muggles because of the death of your parents?"

When Voldemort said the last sentence, he rhythmically pointed his right hand diagonally downward, and finally waved it out.

The anger on Dumbledore's face changed instantly.

The expression was so complicated that Voldemort didn't know what he was thinking even for a moment.

But he was not in the mood to pay attention to the other party's thoughts, he was irritated.

"Damn Dumbledore, the world has changed, stop being self-righteous, okay?"

Voldemort finally stopped being harsh, but his words were still sharp.

"Do you want me to tell you: 'You won't kill me, will you, Dumbledore, you're so kind.'"

Dumbledore frowned, he opened his mouth to say something, but fell silent in the end.

Voldemort didn't care what the other party wanted to say. He waved his hand in disgust and said, "Shit, your kindness has never been to me, not even once."

"You don't understand why I killed people when I was young?"

"Let me tell you, if you put it another way, you can understand it immediately."

"Do you know why you killed your sister?"

Voldemort's words made Dumbledore's eyes show fear.

"Accident?"

"In the accident of stepping on a horse, she died, and someone has to bear the consequences. I killed a rabbit when I stepped on a horse."

"Because of a rabbit, you press every step of the way. If I don't become the Dark Lord, I will be sorry for that rabbit, right? You have to avenge a rabbit, don't you?"

The roar seemed to freeze the air violently, and Dumbledore remained silent without saying a word.

Voldemort gasped and looked at each other. He was too excited just now, shouted too much, and used too much force.

But without the interference of Riddle and Lin Zuo, he felt very happy.

While it hurts Dumbledore, who cares?

Didn't the other party hurt him?
Come on, hurt each other, he is a bad guy, he is not afraid of anyone.

"Tang... Voldemort, I apologize for my previous behavior, but I think we can still talk, you are not as unreasonable as you used to be, so..."

Dumbledore relented, or so it seemed.

"You just got a notice from Azkaban that Bella escaped." Voldemort said disdainfully, "Yes, that's right, she is inside, are you going to arrest her?"

As he spoke, he turned his body sideways, as if to get out of the way.

"No, Voldemort, I just want to know if Sirius is with you." Dumbledore asked, looking at Voldemort.

Voldemort said with a cold face and no expression at all: "Go in and take a look, Albus."

Dumbledore stared at him for a while, then shook his head to indicate that it was unnecessary.

"Aren't you going to let the Death Eaters out?" asked Dumbledore. "I thought it was going to be a collective escape."

"They need to be punished, they deserve it." Voldemort said indifferently.

"What about you?" Dumbledore asked.

"Humph."

Voldemort laughed. "What about you? Albus, you and Grindelwald, or your brother, were not punished for your sister's death."

Dumbledore was speechless.

"If nothing else, Albus, you may go," said Voldemort.

Dumbledore raised his right hand, which still had some black spots on it.

"What are you doing?"

Voldemort shrugged, refusing to answer his question.

It's not that there is any conspiracy that cannot be said, but his purpose is obvious:
kill you.

"You said you killed Riddle, can you explain to me?" Dumbledore asked.

Voldemort finally stopped showing his eagerness to leave. He pointed to his head and said, "I sealed him here, and he can never affect me again."

"Prove it to me," said Dumbledore.

"I sincerely repent of my past mistakes. No matter who I killed, I am willing to say sorry to them."

Voldemort spoke quite seriously, but there was a half-hearted indifference in his words.

"You don't repent of it," said Dumbledore.

"Okay, Albus, if I can say it, it proves that I am not what I used to be. Not everyone has to be like you, tormenting themselves with guilt and self-blame for the rest of their lives." Voldemort waved his hand and said.

"Then what will you do in the future?" Dumbledore asked, "Do you still choose to use magic to solve the problem?"

"Albus, power is a dirty game, and whoever plays it can't be called justice, can it?"

Voldemort answered the question, but he felt that this was the correct answer, "There will always be people who will disagree with me. I think, in most cases, I will not do anything, as long as they are sensible enough."

"What if they're not sensible?" asked Dumbledore.

Voldemort frowned, looking like he was thinking hard.

"It depends on how irrational they are, Albus, failure and soul, they always keep one for me."

Dumbledore was obviously not satisfied with Voldemort's answer, but this was the limit of Voldemort's compromise.

"I will still look for those Horcruxes, you know." Dumbledore said solemnly, "Aren't you going to stop me?"

Voldemort shrugged, refusing to answer the question because Dumbledore was only testing him.

Just like Dumbledore came here today, he didn't come for Bella, but for Sirius.

How did this thoughtful guy discover the problem with the Sirius case?
Voldemort suddenly thought of Crouch's remarks in the newspaper, and couldn't help looking at Dumbledore strangely.

This old fellow, wouldn't be able to see the problem from this clue.

"Today's talk is over, Albus, the dinner party is still waiting for me, let's talk another day."

Voldemort felt that it would be better to talk less with the old man on the other side, as his own intestines didn't seem to be as much as the other side's.

"Okay, Voldemort, I hope that next time something happens, we can still communicate."

Dumbledore said after thinking for a moment, but Voldemort turned and left earlier, which made him have to wave goodbye to Voldemort's back.

Voldemort raised his hand, not bothering to turn his head.

He hated smart people, especially Dumbledore who was so smart.

(End of this chapter)