Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 85 Dumbledore's Innate Theory

"Don't tell Harry all this, two, he doesn't need to know the truth."

Dumbledore's words caused confusion on the faces of the two children.

"Why?" Hermione wondered, and Ron continued "me too".

"Let him walk in the fog, children, you can help him, but you can't tell him the result directly, let him find the answer by himself."

Obviously, Dumbledore's explanation did not make the two children understand what he meant.

The old man took off his crescent glasses and rubbed the corners of his eyes. He looked very tired.

"Quirrell, I want you to explain the reason for me." Dumbledore said to Voldemort, "With your intelligence, you have already guessed it, haven't you?"

Voldemort nodded, without humility, looking directly at the two children.

"The principal is cultivating Harry, giving him enough clues to let him find the answer, children, this is the course that the principal prepared for Harry, a course that belongs exclusively to the savior."

Voldemort's explanation made the two children's eyes widen in surprise.

"Headmaster, what do you mean, you're in charge of this? Look at Harry...then you know we're looking for Nicole Flamel..."

Hermione didn't go on, but Dumbledore nodded to show that he knew all about it.

"If you didn't know about Snape..." Dumbledore waved the papers in front of him together and returned them to their original positions, "I don't think I would ask you."

"You're not going to dispose of Snape?" Hermione asked in surprise.

This time Ron didn't say "me too", he basically crashed, not enough CPU, maybe not enough fans, who knows.

"The time hasn't come yet, and I'm more interested in the man behind him than Snape."

Dumbledore winked at Hermione, and then said, "Okay, children, the noisy voice outside the window tells me that Gryffindor has won, and it's time for you to celebrate."

Hermione still looked puzzled, but she nodded and left. As for Ron...

He followed Hermione like a marionette, his brain completely burned out.

"Headmaster, it's not safe to keep Snape at school."

As soon as the two children left, Mag began to express his opinion, "He may be the hidden stake of that person hiding here, and it was arranged a long time ago."

Dumbledore frowned, and did not immediately respond to Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall looked at Voldemort, hoping that he would stand by his side, but Voldemort spread his hands helplessly—the wolf jumping policeman, what he fears most is talking nonsense.

"Voldemort..." Dumbledore said suddenly, shaking the bodies of the two people in front of him.

McGonagall was frightened, and Voldemort thought Dumbledore was calling him, and almost agreed-but he vibrated like a mobile phone, and he was perfunctory.

Damn it, what do you want me to do... Voldemort thought angrily.

"With his wisdom, of course he can make such an arrangement, but I always feel that his later wisdom..."

The words are not exhausted, but the meaning is clear.

Professor McGonagall frowned, still a little dissatisfied on her face, she didn't care about Voldemort's wisdom, she just wanted the school to be safe.

Voldemort also frowned. He felt that Dumbledore was scolding himself, but he couldn't find a reason to scold him back, and felt uncomfortable.

"Okay, let everything continue, Snape's place... Quirrell, you are in charge of supervising him." Dumbledore finally got his thoughts together and stopped hesitating.

"Let me go, Quirrell doesn't know him well enough." Professor McGonagall volunteered.

"You can't, everyone knows that I trust you the most, and your temper..." Dumbledore laughed, and Voldemort laughed too.

Professor McGonagall was very angry, but she had nowhere to vent - she couldn't help but stare at Dumbledore, and finally gave Voldemort a look.

"Okay, McGonagall, I will arrange everything, you go back first, Gryffindor's Quidditch won, you should be happy." Dumbledore said.

"I should be happy, but Snape made me unhappy, and you." Professor McGonagall became angry, and anyone dared to hate him.

But after she complained, she nodded and left with the two of them—she always obeyed Dumbledore, which is well known.

"Sit down, Quirrell, we will be a lot easier when we find someone." Dumbledore sat down first, and then said to Voldemort.

"That person was with Snape?" Voldemort showed appropriate curiosity, not much, "Then he's hiding in Snape's office?"

"Of course not. He should be a wandering spirit. I can't confirm it yet. It needs more clues, but it may also be hiding among the children. There are many diehards among the Death Eaters." Dumbledore conjured up two drinks , signaling Voldemort to drink.

"Including that Malfoy?" asked Voldemort. "Has he bothered you again?"

"I made trouble for him." Dumbledore said with a happy smile, "He is also in a state of desperation now. If he fails, he will lose his status as a director."

A happy smile appeared on Voldemort's face, as if he was happy to see it, but he said in his heart:
Fellow Taoists, please ask for blessings!
"Monitor Snape, but don't be too obvious, you can put some pressure, understand?" Dumbledore asked him.

"But I can't beat him..." Voldemort said bitterly.

Dumbledore put his hand on his forehead: "Qiro, you are Ravenclaw, not Gryffindor, use this."

He pointed to his head, and Voldemort immediately understood.

"By the way, is there any progress with that spell you studied?" Dumbledore asked again.

Voldemort regained his spirits immediately. He wanted to ask Dumbledore countless times, but he didn't dare—there was no reason to give his head away.

"Not at all." Voldemort cast a Restorative Charm, causing it to float in the air. "I generally denied the time characteristic of this magic, but I couldn't find out the other characteristics."

"Do you have any special talent in magic?" Dumbledore asked.

Voldemort looked into Dumbledore's shining blue eyes and shook his head suspiciously, expressing that he did not understand what he meant.

"Usually, the biggest difference you showed before you learned magic represents your special talent in magic." Dumbledore said, "Think about what you showed when you were young."

Voldemort nodded, bowed his head and began to think...

Lin Zuo directly ruled out that as a time traveler, he had no talent other than dreaming before rebirth, not only in magic, but also in life.

As for Voldemort, there are many talents, such as Parseltongue, teleportation, and charming words-it is almost born with memory spells.

"No, Professor." Voldemort quickly raised his head and said, "I'm a Muggle-born, and before I received the letter, I didn't show any abnormalities enough to attract attention."

Dumbledore nodded, but the disappointment in his eyes was still hard to hide: "My child, that's troublesome. Generally speaking, wizards follow their talents, and it is difficult for us to break through the limits of talents."

(End of this chapter)