Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Anriel returned to the familiar tower, knocked on the eagle-head door knocker, listened to the question, and gave an answer.

then……

"Little sir~"

In the empty lounge, there was only a girl throwing herself into his arms.

Just now, Luna followed Anriel's advice and went back to the lounge to wait for him so as not to delay important matters.

Now...it's alone time.

The next day Luna asked for a day off (she didn't)

Of course, the semester is not over yet, and there is still nearly half a semester left.

As a student, Anriel has no better choice than studying now——

The main reason was that the follow-up to the secret room incident was too troublesome, and Anriel had never been good at dealing with such things.

Complicated and tedious interpersonal relationships... bickering and mutual attacks filled with smoke... political compromise and the charm of language...

To be honest, these are not what Anriel is good at.

for example.

If this matter was handed over to Dumbledore, not only would he be able to absolve the school of almost all responsibility, but he could also use the reason of "sending Voldemort's diary to the school" to allow the school board to expel Lucius Malfoy.

If it were Anriel, he would definitely not be able to do it.

The best he could do was to make Lucius Malfoy disappear on a physical level.

Of course, most of the time the latter is more effective.

Unfortunately, being in the Order camp, some things cannot be solved simply by violence. Even if Anriel can overturn the camp in one wave, it will do more harm than good.

So the study got back on track and the exam went on as usual.

Although most of the students complained bitterly, there were always some who wanted to do this.

For example, Miss Granger, who rushed to study for the exam as soon as she recovered.

Another example is Mr. Grindelwald, who never studies hard...

Then some days passed like this, and Dumbledore came back.

Of course, this "back" means that he has finished dealing with the follow-up of all these things and is now back to school.

He asked Anriel to find him, and Anriel went to the principal's office with a confused look on his face.

After a brief but efficient communication, two great wizards, one old and one young, with extraordinary magical powers are now gathered around a stone basin, occasionally extending their wands to poke the silver substance in the basin, or adding some ingredients into it.

"How about this part, sir?

Looks like an adult Tom Riddle, before he became Voldemort."

Anriel tapped the edge of the basin with his magic wand, and a handsome but pale man, who looked like a dead man, rose from the basin, his mouth opening and closing, as if he was saying something.

Judging from the lip shape, it should be...

"Long time no see, Headmaster Dumbledore."

The white-bearded old man beside Anriel thought about it and nodded, so Anriel lowered his head and slowly approached...

With a whoosh, he disappeared.

Dumbledore did the same thing.

He also disappeared.

The world is spinning...

A few seconds later, the two of them appeared in the office again.

But, it was thirty years ago——

There was a knock on the door, and Albus Dumbledore, who was sitting behind his desk, said:

"Please come in."

Anriel glanced at Albus Dumbledore beside him.

Very good, this old man's appearance has not changed at all in the past thirty years.

Dumbledore now looked thoughtful, and as he thought, something seemed to change in the room.

The corner of Anriel's mouth twitched, and he watched in silence as the details of the document on the desk gradually became clear.

This undoubtedly means that the owner of this memory is now recalling every detail of that time.

But why do I have to recall these useless things...

Did you eat too much salt?

Anriel shook his head. Fortunately, this annoying atmosphere did not last long.

The door opened.

The adult Tom Marvolo Riddle walked in and bowed politely to Dumbledore.

Thirty years ago, Dumbledore stopped writing and raised his head.

The present Dumbledore clicked his tongue beside Anriel.

Anriel probably knew what he was sighing about.

Who could have imagined that the handsome man in front of them would become a cruel, ugly, noseless, bald leader of a terrorist group with tyrannical ambitions in the future.

It seems like something strange has been mixed in.

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

Voldemort in Dumbledore's memory began to explain his purpose and expressed his desire to teach at Hogwarts.

The position he applied for is...

Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

But in Anriel's ears, this job application can be automatically translated as:

"Hello, Professor, may I apply for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts?

I want to teach our lovely students some fascinating black magic."

Hell, God knows whether the "Defense Against the Dark Arts" he teaches actually has any "Defense" elements in it.

Dumbledore obviously refused.

Of course, the role of the Pensieve is reflected at this time——

The two people who were watching as outsiders discovered a small problem.

Knowing the answer, Anriel reversed the process and said:

"He's not looking at you, sir."

Anriel pointed to the glass case on the bookshelf behind Dumbledore.

“His eyes were always fixed on the sword, and they never left it except when he was talking to you.

Tsk, Godric Gryffindor's sword?

What does Voldemort want with this, for his collection?"

There was obvious irony in Anriel's tone, and it was impossible for Dumbledore not to hear it.

"I am afraid so, my child."

Both Dumbledores shook their heads.

The one from thirty years ago was rejecting Riddle;

This one, thirty years later, grabbed one of Anriel's arms.

Another dizzy feeling.

They left the Pensieve.

Dumbledore pulled up an armchair and sat down, and Anriel sat opposite him.

Dumbledore gently pushed up his glasses on his collapsed nose and said:

"I'm afraid that through some of the little things that happened back then, we have figured out what could be considered the biggest secret of Voldemort's life."

It sounds confusing, but it's not difficult to understand.

Anriel pretended to be interested, and Dumbledore continued talking on his own.

“As far as I know, Tom has had a fetish since he was a child.

And this habit...from what we have seen so far, has lasted for more than twenty years.

Perhaps it was because of the contrast between his noble ancestors and his broken and humble family, or perhaps it was because of his chaotic family background that he was ashamed to talk about.

In short, Voldemort likes to collect meaningful things. "

Dumbledore considered his words for a moment.

"He would find a way to get anything that was precious, rare, or someone else's.

Stealing, robbing and even murder are all methods he is not afraid to use.

And the evidence of his crimes, which he probably kept like a Chocolate Frog album or something like that."

"Hey, that's interesting..."

Anriel chuckled.

"So what's going on with him now? He's eyeing the relics of the four headmasters of Hogwarts? These are all of great commemorative significance."

At this point, Anriel was suddenly stunned.

My reaction seems to be a little slow, I just realized...

Isn't this the plot of Half-Blood Prince?!