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Although he was thinking about something in his heart, Voldemort's expression did not reveal any thought at all. He slightly adjusted his sitting posture, and even appeared more imposing.

Of course, his aura was completely ignored in front of Albus Dumbledore. Albus ate the candy with a smile, and even kindly handed one to Voldemort.

Voldemort glanced at the dusty candy in disgust, without any intention of taking it.

"Then, you should understand why I'm here." Voldemort said blankly, "Although it was a bit later than Professor Dippet expected...but I came back to apply again. He said I was too young and Unsuitable position. I have come to ask you to allow me to return to this castle to teach, you must know that I have seen and done a lot since I left here, and I can teach your students things that cannot be learned from other wizards. "

"I know." Albus looked at him calmly: "I have heard about what you did, although few people know that you are Tom Riddle back then, but I knew it was you as soon as I heard it—I I have to say I would be very sorry if half of what I heard was true."

Voldemort remained expressionless: "Greatness breeds jealousy, jealousy breeds malice, and malice breeds lies. You must understand that, Dumbledore."

Ah, greatness, Greatness, what a familiar word!Dumbledore's eyes blurred for a moment, and he saw the figure of the blond man on the child again.

"You are a bit like a person." Dumbledore said softly: "Although I don't agree with his ideas, I have to admit that he is a great person, and you, my child, although your thoughts are He is as extreme as he was when he was young, but you are not as good as him." His Gellert, even the Dark Lord, is a great king of darkness, while the child in front of him is at best a duke of darkness.

"...Let's talk about it, Tom." Albus looked at Voldemort gently: "Why did you bring your men here tonight, why did you come to apply for a job that you and I know you don't want, Don't say anything because of the original promise, and don't say that you really want to be a professor at Hogwarts." His blue eyes shone with wisdom, "You know, Tom, actually We all know in our hearts why you came here and wanted to return to Hogwarts."

Voldemort's expression became very ugly, and he sneered: "If you don't want to give me a job—"

"Of course not," Dumbledore said mildly but unquestionably: "And I don't think you expected me to give it to you. But you still came and made an application. You must have something in mind."

Voldemort stood up, scowling, "Is this your final decision?"

"Yes." Albus Dumbledore's voice answered without hesitation. He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, pretending that he didn't see his hand moving towards his wand: "Tom, You're a smart kid, why don't you ever understand, why never understand?"

"It's you who never understood." Voldemort sneered, how could a pedantic old man who had been smoothed by time understand his great pursuit: "I will prove it to you."

Albus watched the man who could no longer be called a child turn and leave the office proudly, his steps were firm, without any hesitation.

Fawkes flew over from the perch and rubbed his cheek reassuringly.

"Why do you think he doesn't understand?" Albus stroked the back of Fox's neck and said to himself, his eyes fell in front of him vainly, as if he saw the figure far away in Germany again: "They, why never Don't you understand?"

Blindly condescending, oppressing and killing can never bring real success, why do they never understand?

Albus Dumbledore would not let Voldemort enter Hogwarts to become a professor of this magic school. Voldemort knew this fact, and Albus knew he understood, but he still came. No matter how hard he tried, Albus would never believe it—so he believed that Voldemort's goal must not be to get the job, but to enter Hogwarts, for a certain purpose.

So, long before Voldemort's arrival, Albus had made the portraits aware of Voldemort's movements at Hogwarts, and notified him as soon as he left.

Although Voldemort's appearance has changed drastically, and his personality has become a little impetuous, but his smart brain is still there, so the news came from the portraits with regret——Voldemort used the Disillusionment Charm and disappeared shortly after he left the principal's office. where is it.

Of course, the majestic Voldemort would not use such tricks to stay in Hogwarts, so he just disappeared for a while, and then appeared in front of the gate of Hogwarts, leading several of his subordinates proudly out of Hogwarts.

And his actions made Albus even more certain that Voldemort must have done something important during this period of invisibility.

After almost asking about all the portraits, a portrait of a young girl finally said hesitantly, during that time, it seemed that on the opposite side of the tapestry on the eighth floor of the castle, there appeared a The room, but there was obviously no wizard there at that time. The reason for saying it seems to be is that there is no picture frame near the tapestry. There is only a small picture frame at the corner that can be seen. The young girl is looking for a friend and passing by by chance Saw it by accident.

The room opposite the tapestry of Barnabas on the eighth floor?Albus squinted his eyes. Having spent decades at Hogwarts, he naturally knew what it was - the Room of Requirement.

Now, it seems a bit troublesome!Albus frowned unconsciously.

The Room of Requirement, aka the Room of Come and Go, is only entered when a person really needs it.It comes and goes, but when it does, it is always arranged to suit the needs of the caller.

That is to say, as long as he doesn't know what room Voldemort made and which room he entered, even if Albus knows what Voldemort must have done in it, he has no way to go in and check.

I'm afraid this is one of the reasons why Tom chose the Room of Response, hehe, it really deserves to be Tom!Ah Bu thought, but this can also explain that Little Tom did something in the Room of Requirement, right?This is also a clue.

Well, that's quite an improvement, isn't it?Albus stood in front of the door of the Room of Requirement, touched Fawkes on his shoulder, thought so, and then he took out a Bibi multi-flavored bean and threw it into his mouth.

"Ha, good luck, it's orange flavor, I like it." Albus stretched his eyebrows and said with a smile, but there was no smile in the curved blue eyes, just a clear calmness.

"Voldemort's secret room."

"Voldemort's private room."

"Tom Riddle's room."

"Tom Riddle's Secret Room."

"Slytherin room."

"..."

Thirty minutes later, Albus returned to the office with a dry mouth and exhaustion. After the principal's gesture, the house elf quickly delivered several cups of thirst-quenching pumpkin juice.

"Well, buddy, don't give up, think about it, if you were Tom, what kind of room would you open?" Albus murmured while comforting himself, while falling into deep thought again, imagining that if he were Voldemort , What kind of room will I spend thinking about going back to Hogwarts for?

Lions are always strong-willed and indomitable. On the second day, Albus came to the eighth floor of the castle again with vigor. To his surprise, he was not the first one to arrive.

"Dear Fox, no wonder I didn't see you this morning, why are you here?" Albus reached out to pick up his pet.

Fox let out a long cry, fluttered his wings to avoid Albus's movement, and then flew back and forth three times in front of the tapestry.

A door suddenly appeared on the originally empty wall, Fawkes let out a pleasant chirp, rubbed against Albus' cheek, and flapped his wings towards the door.

The door swung open, and Fawkes pecked Albus on the cheek before flying in first.

When Albus came back to his senses and followed him in, he was shocked by the tall walls, Fox's figure seemed to be swallowed up by this humble city, and he was nowhere to be seen.

"Fawkes!" Albus called, the light in his eyes sharp and bright.

The clear phoenix cry came from afar, Albus narrowed his eyes, followed the sound and walked in the maze for an unknown amount of time, when his eyes suddenly lit up, the whole body of Phoenix Fox exuded a dazzling golden-red light, It seems to be confronting something.

Albus followed its gaze, and in front of Fox was an old cabinet with a blistered surface, and on and around the top of the cabinet, there were some tattered things.

Albus's pupils constricted suddenly, and he immediately called Fawkes back and landed on his shoulders, while staring intently at a rusty crown among the tatters, his whole body arched slightly, like a lion who found its prey and was about to hunt—— Vigilant, but ready to go.

Although the fluctuation of black magic is extremely weak, it can't hide from Albus's keen perception at all - this crown is a very dangerous black magic item.

Albus cautiously cast a few spells on the crown to imprison it, and then he walked over with confidence, and after only looking at it briefly, his brows raised.

This group of rags is very scattered, yes, it is inevitable, no one will kindly come here to sort out these waste products that have been brought together by the owner, but their display is very problematic, and some places that are turned upside down seem very inappropriate Common sense 'new'.

It's as if——it was just dug out to put something in it and was originally buried underneath.

Albus blinked, bent down and picked up the diadem, and a stack of spells fell on the diadem.

A puff of black smoke dissipated, and a painful whine faintly came from the crown.

"Oh oh oh, what a poor and chic little thing." Albus sighed: "I don't know how you know, but Fox, thank you very much, I seem to have found what I was looking for, and said To be honest, I'm not happy at all."

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