Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"What method can you tell me?"

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he immediately added, "If it's inconvenient, you can just talk about the possible results."

Voldemort nodded, thought for a moment and said, "Let's discuss it alone."

"Okay, let's go have a chat."

Dumbledore said decisively, then went out first and borrowed a free ward from Mileena.

"Be patient, Augusta, we will do our best."

Dumbledore said this to Mrs. Longbottom, and then walked to the single room with Voldemort.

"Admirable qualities, Voldemort, that's not something you can say."

As soon as he entered the room, Dumbledore did not rush to discuss his condition, but said this.

Voldemort shrugged, looking like he didn't want to answer the question.

But Dumbledore obviously won't give up easily.

"Can you tell me why you say that?"

Seeing that Voldemort wanted to refuse, Dumbledore said again, "Believe me, if you really change, and it is a good change, then there will be a lot less resistance in your career.

"Resistance from me."

Dumbledore's words forced Voldemort to seriously consider them.

If there was anyone else in the world who could cause him trouble, he felt that it was only Dumbledore.

As for everyone else…

There is no one who can fight.

"Because of the bones that Merop accidentally donated." Voldemort said coldly.

"Melope Gaunt?" Dumbledore asked, his blue eyes widening, "What did she bring to you?"

Looking at Dumbledore's curious expression, Voldemort wanted to take a hard "poof" at it.

"like."

This word was squeezed out from Voldemort's teeth, but it was extremely true.

"like?"

Dumbledore's eyes widened in surprise.

This made Voldemort wonder if the sockets were holding his eyeballs.

Because the eyelids have been opened enough, it is said that it can no longer prevent the eyeballs from rolling out of the sockets.

"Yes, Dumbledore, she loves me, I can feel it in her bones." Voldemort retracted his gaze and looked out the window at the bustling and noisy Muggle streets.

"Is there also her hatred for Mr. Borgin?" Dumbledore asked.

Voldemort frowned dissatisfied: "You always spy on me, right?"

"That will put my mind at ease, Voldemort. You know I must do this."

Dumbledore put on a helpless expression, but it only made Voldemort want to kick him.

"Yes, she hates Bo Jin to death, because if he hadn't bought her valuable ancestral belongings at an extremely cheap price, she felt that she would have the opportunity to take care of me... take care of the children as they grow up."

After Voldemort said this, he paused his cane in dissatisfaction and said, "Damn it, she is so cowardly that she dare not reject that idiot Borgin's offer."

Dumbledore looked at Voldemort who was gritting his teeth with hatred and looking fierce. Instead of worrying, he showed a happy smile.

"Pooh."

Voldemort turned his head and saw his expression. Unable to bear it, he spat.

Several spitting stars landed on the opponent's face, but Dumbledore was not angry.

"Do you understand love?"

he asked, wiping his face with a handkerchief.

"I understood it earlier. It's very complicated, and I won't explain it to you." Voldemort said with a straight face.

Dumbledore had an expression of "I'm very relieved" and did not continue the topic.

"You won't stop me from punishing Borgin, will you?" Voldemort asked.

"I'm not a nosy old man, Voldemort."

After Dumbledore said this, he saw Voldemort curl his lips in disdain.

"Well, I just think that's the right punishment for him.

"But to be honest, Voldemort, I have always had the ability to look evil in the face, and I don't have that many mysophobia."

"Understandable."

Voldemort responded casually, which surprised Dumbledore.

"Do you really believe it?" Dumbledore couldn't help but ask.

"Slytherin still maintains his pride and selfishness. I am not blind, Albus." Voldemort said coldly.

Dumbledore showed a happy smile and said "I am very relieved" again.

"Okay, Voldemort, coming back to Frank's condition, what are you going to do?"

Dumbledore, who was relieved several times, finally brought the topic back on track and asked.

"This involves one of my special abilities, the world of memory..."

He didn't know everything, but Voldemort still roughly explained this ability to Dumbledore.

During this process, Dumbledore raised many doubts - in his opinion, this ability was so special that it was like having a pensieve in his head.

No.

It's something more complicated and useful than a pensieve.

But Voldemort didn't give him much explanation, because it involved many of his secrets.

Although it seems that there is an opportunity for peace between him and Dumbledore.

But how long this situation can last, no one can say.

"Then what is your method?" Dumbledore asked with a frown, "You have to tell me this, right?"

"Let memory start over again, guided by fate," Voldemort said.

"Destiny..."

After Dumbledore murmured something, he stood in silence for a long time.

"Then what are you worried about?"

Recovering from his daze, Dumbledore asked again.

"The deviation, Dumbledore, is irreversible."

Voldemort frowned and said while thinking, "I have not glimpsed the essence of fate. That power is also uncontrollable to me, so..."

"Are you afraid that your memory will take a different path under the guidance of fate?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes, Albus, and once that happens...or rather, that situation will almost definitely happen." Voldemort shook his head.

Dumbledore nodded, understanding.

"I understand that no matter what, you initiated that fate, so when that fate guides Frank and Alice, it will definitely favor you."

"So, they might become Death Eaters, right?"

Voldemort said nothing, but he nodded, agreeing with Dumbledore's guess.

"What's there to worry about?" Dumbledore asked doubtfully, "Isn't it beneficial to you to increase the power of the Death Eaters?"

"They are too weak, and even if they are cured, they may still have some mental problems."

Voldemort replied, looking at Dumbledore.

There was obviously an expression of disbelief on the other party's face.

"Well, I'm also afraid that the results of such treatment will affect Neville's perception of me. Compared to Frank and Alice, I value Neville more." Voldemort said truthfully.

"Neville is very talented?" Dumbledore asked puzzled.

"Very high, Albus, I even think he could take up my mantle."

Voldemort's words once again made Dumbledore's face show surprise.