HP Magic Biography
Chapter 1179
Your memory. Van Lin paused, he didn't expect Dumbledore to share his memory.
Without any explanation, Fan Lin and Harry followed Dumbledore into the shaking silver substance and came to the office he had just left.
The headmaster's office at Hogwarts?
In fact, there is not much difference between this and now, the silverware presented by Nicolas May is placed on the desk. Fox was dozing peacefully on the perch, and Dumbledore was sitting behind the table, which looked very similar to Dumbledore standing behind them, except that Dumbledore looked healthier at this time, his face My wrinkles also seem to be less.
The only difference between this office and the current one is that it is snowing outside in the scene in memory, and in the night sky outside the window, snowflakes with blue light are falling, thickly piled up on the window sill and window edge.
The younger Dumbledore seemed to be waiting for something when they arrived, and this was confirmed a moment later when there was a knock at the door.
Dumbledore said calmly, Come in.
Then Harry gasped.
Voldemort walked into the room. He didn't look like what Fan Lin and the others saw from the large stone cauldron two years ago: the current Voldemort didn't have the features of a snake, his eyes weren't bright red, and his face didn't look like a mask.
But Voldemort at this time is not the handsome Tom Riddle in the last memory.
It was as if Tom's face had been burned, his facial features were blurred, and his white wax was still twisted weirdly. The whites of his eyes were already blood-colored. Although the pupils were not narrow yet, Fan Lin knew they would become that shape.
This is the change that the snake whisperer brought to Voldemort. Since he fully mastered this ability, the essence of the snake in his blood has been developed to a great extent.
Voldemort wore a robe, his face as pale as the snow on his shoulders. Dumbledore behind the desk showed no surprise. Apparently the visit was by appointment.
Good evening, Tom, said Dumbledore lightly. Aren't you sitting down?
Thank you. Voldemort said flatly, the sense of respect in his words had completely disappeared, and he naturally sat on the chair indicated by Dumbledore, which looked like the two of them had just left that location.
I hear you've become Headmaster, Voldemort said quietly, his voice higher than usual and icy. Commendable.
I'm glad you're satisfied, Dumbledore smiled. Would you like something to drink?
Grateful, said Voldemort, I have come a long way.
Dumbledore got up and went to the cabinet where he now kept the Pensieve, which was now full of bottles. He handed Voldemort a drink, poured another into his own goblet, and sat down behind the table.
So, Tom... I don't know how I'm so honored?
Voldemort didn't answer right away, but took a sip of his wine.
They stopped calling me 'Tom' a long time ago, he said. Now, I'm called...
I know your current address, Dumbledore smiled happily, not caring about the dissatisfaction in Tom's words. But to me, I'm afraid you'll always be Tom Riddle. In fact, that's one of the things people hate about old teachers.
I am afraid they will never give up the old adage of 'a teacher for a day is a teacher for life'.
Dumbledore raised his glass to Voldemort, who remained expressionless.
However, Fan Lin felt that the atmosphere in the room was very delicate: Dumbledore refused to call Voldemort by the name he chose, which meant that he refused to allow Voldemort to lead the meeting.
It can be said that Dumbledore is trying to control the initiative of this conversation. This is probably Dumbledore's way, just like when they were talking to each other, Dumbledore tried to control everything, and Fan Lin did the same.
Fortunately, the two had the same purpose, and with enough threats, Fan Lin could trust Dumbledore.
I'm surprised you've stayed here so long, said Voldemort, after a short pause. Actually, I've always wondered why a wizard like you would want to stay at such a school, Hogwarts?
Well, Dumbledore was still smiling, This is not an incomprehensible question, Tom, if you know me well enough, for a wizard like me, nothing is more important than preaching, teaching and cultivating talents . If I remember correctly, you once expressed your desire to coach.
Suddenly, both Harry and Fan Lin had an illusion that Dumbledore didn't seem to be stronger than Voldemort?
Fan Lin understood this idea a little more thoroughly.
Know Dumbledore?
If you really understand Dumbledore, you won't say that Dumbledore's dream is to teach and educate people.
If it weren't for the death of Dumbledore's sister, which made Dumbledore disheartened, there should be no such thing as Vallin Al, Harry Potter or Tom Riddle in the wizarding world.
I'm still like this. Ignoring what Harry and Fan Lin thought, Voldemort also said to himself.
This gave Fan Lin a new understanding of Voldemort or Dumbledore when he was young.
Voldemort has such an ability, but if he really used it, Fan Lin has nothing to say except sorry.
Voldemort would have been a formidable teacher, as evidenced by his diary, but in reality...
I'm just wondering why you don't...you always advise the Ministry, and twice, I guess, get recruited by the Ministry, said Voldemort. In fact, in the eyes of many, the Minister of Magic, It was just another form of Dumbledore exercising the power of the Ministry of Magic.
Three times, plus last time, to be exact, said Dumbledore. But the Ministry of Magic is not my career aspiration. Again, we have something in common, I suppose.
Voldemort looked down, taking another sip of his wine without smiling.
Dumbledore did not break the tense silence between them, but waited, with a cheerful expression, for Voldemort to speak first.
I'm back, said Voldemort after a moment, perhaps a bit later than Professor Dippett expected...but I'm back, and I'm reapplying for the position he refused because I was too young. I hereby I ask you to allow me to return to this castle and teach. I think you must know that after being away from here for so many years, I have experienced and learned a lot, and I can teach your students things that cannot be learned from other wizards.
Harry looked very surprised. It was not at all what he thought. Did Voldemort really want to come back to teach, and had applied for the position more than once?
Dumbledore studied Voldemort for a moment from the top of his goblet before speaking. I do know you've seen a lot since you left here, he said quietly. Rumors about what you've done have reached your alma mater, Tom. I'm sorry but have to believe they're half true.
Voldemort still had an indifferent expression. He said: Greatness breeds envy, envy breeds hostility, and hostility breeds lies. You must know this, Dumbledore.
So you call it 'great' for what you do, don't you? Dumbledore asked gracefully.
Of course, Voldemort's eyes suddenly turned red, I have worked hard, and I have pushed the boundaries of magic to a breadth it never had before.
Exactly, Tom, some kind of magic! Dumbledore corrected him calmly. Some just. For others, you're still...sorry...pathetic ignorance.
For the first time, Voldemort smiled. It was a vicious look, something very evil, more threatening than rage.
Same old style, he said softly. However, I don't see anything in the world that justifies your famous statement that 'love' is stronger than my kind of magic, Dumbledore.
Maybe you're in the wrong place, Dumbledore suggested.
Well, then, where better to start my new research than Hogwarts? said Voldemort. Do you want me to come back? Do you want me to share my knowledge with your students? I entrust myself and my talents to your arrangement and follow your command.
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. And what about those who follow your orders? What happens to them—those who call themselves—or are rumored to call—Death Eaters?
Fan Lin could tell that Voldemort didn't expect Dumbledore to know the name. He saw a red light flash in Voldemort's eyes, and his slit nostrils flared.
Obviously, Voldemort still underestimated the sensitivity of Dumbledore's news.
Precisely, my friends, said Voldemort after a moment's silence, and, I'm sure, they'll do what they have to do without me. As far as I'm concerned, I'm just speeding up process, and help my friends.
I'm glad to hear you call them friends, said Dumbledore quietly. I thought they were your servants at your command.
You are wrong, said Voldemort.
So if I go to the Hog's Head tonight, won't I see their group, Bellatrix, Malfoy or whoever? Are they waiting for you to go back? Your friend is really loyal to you , walking such a long way in a snowy day, just to congratulate you on getting this teaching position.
You've always known everything, Dumbledore. Voldemort said softly.
Oh no, I'm just friendly with the local bartenders, said Dumbledore softly. Now, Tom... Dumbledore put down his empty glass and sat up, making a typical gesture with his fingers. Let's talk honestly. Why are you here tonight, with such a following, to apply for a job that you and I both know you don't want?
Voldemort looked a little surprised.
A job I don't want? On the contrary, Dumbledore, I want it badly.
Oh, you want to go back to Hogwarts, but you don't want to teach any more than you did when you were eight. What are you after, Tom? Why can't you just be honest once?
Voldemort smiled coldly. Aren't you willing to give me the job?
Of course, I don't want to. In fact, you have no reason to convince me, and... Dumbledore said. I don't think you expected me to give it to you. But you've come here to ask for the position, and you must have something in mind.
Voldemort stood up. He looked less like Tom Riddle than ever, and he was furious. Is this the last thing you want to say?
Yes. Dumbledore also stood up.
Then we have nothing to talk about.
Yes, not anymore, said Dumbledore, a look of sadness on his face. It's been too long since I've been able to frighten you with a burning wardrobe and force you to make amends for your crimes. But I wish I could, Tom...I wish I could...
For a few seconds, Harry was on the verge of screaming a meaningless warning: he was sure Voldemort's hand had yanked the wand in his pocket. But after a while, Voldemort turned and walked out, closed the door, and disappeared.
Harry felt Dumbledore take his arm again, and after a while they were almost in their original positions, but there was no snow on the window sill, and they were back in time.
Why? Harry asked quickly, looking into Dumbledore's face. Why did he come back? Have you found the reason?
I have an idea, said Dumbledore, and that's more or less the truth.
What thoughts, sir?
I'll tell you, Harry, when you get back Professor Slugho's memory, said Dumbledore. When you get that last memory, everything, I hope, will come to light... both for you and me.
Dumbledore went to the door and opened it for Harry, but Harry was still so curious about it that he didn't go out right away.
Did he apply for the Defense Against the Dark Arts position afterward, sir? He didn't say...
Oh, of course he's eager for a Defense Against the Dark Arts position, said Dumbledore. Our short meeting proved it. You see, no Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher has stayed long since I rejected Voldemort's application.
The curse is real, Harry affirmed. He put a spell on that position, it's about the name.
Oh, you're very clever, Harry. Dumbledore smiled kindly, However, I need to reiterate one more point...
Professor Slughorn's memory, yes, I know. Harry stood at the door, Dumbledore was on the inside of the door, and Fan Lin was still thinking about something beside the Pensieve.
So, Harry, this is very important to us. To be precise, it is about your life, my life, and everyone's life.
I see. Harry nodded, I will get back that complete memory as soon as possible, all Professor Dumbledore...
Oh, of course, I believe you. Dumbledore said affirmatively, interrupting Harry's question immediately.
Good night, then, Harry.
But, Fan Lin...
Maybe he still needs some time, Harry. Dumbledore looked at Fan Lin who was still immersed in the pensieve, Maybe he will find something, I think, you can go back first, anyway, in the end you all have to discuss No, including Miss Hermione Granger and Mr Weasley.
Uh... Harry was a little embarrassed. Strictly speaking, these things should not involve other people, but to hide it from Hermione and Ron, even Fan Lin couldn't do everything, let alone him.
Many things about Harry depended on Van Lin and Hermione to make up their minds.
So trust your friends, Harry, and remember, friends.
Of course. Harry opened his mouth, then looked at Fan Lin again, Then, good night, Professor.
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