Chapter 1140

"Your memory." Van lington, he did not expect Dumbledore will share his memory.

Both van Lin and Harry followed Dumbledore into the shaking silver material and came to the office where he had just left.

The headmaster's office at Hogwarts?

In fact, it's not much different from today's. nicoleme's silver gift is on the desk. Fox was sleeping peacefully on his perch, and Dumbledore sat behind the table, which looked very similar to Dumbledore standing behind them, but Dumbledore was healthier and his face seemed to have fewer wrinkles.

The only difference between this office and the office now is that the scene in my memory is snowing outside. In the night sky outside the window, the snow flakes with blue light are falling, and they are piled up on the windowsill and the window edge.

When they arrived, the younger Dumbledore seemed to be waiting for something. After a while, this was confirmed. There was a knock outside the door.

Dumbledore said calmly, "please come in."

Then Harry took a breath.

Voldemort enters the room. He doesn't look like any mortal. They saw it in a stone crucible two years ago: Voldemort has no snake features, his eyes are not bright red, and his face is not like a mask.

But Voldemort is not the handsome Tom Riedel in the last memory.

It was as if Tom's face had been burned, his facial features were blurred, his waxy and grotesquely twisted, and his white eyes had become a solid color of blood. Although his pupils were not long and narrow, van Lin knew that they would become that shape.

This is Voldemort's change brought by the snake Whisperer. Since he fully mastered this ability, the essence of snake in his blood has been greatly developed.

Voldemort was in a robe, his face as white as the snow on his shoulders. Dumbledore behind the table did not show surprise. Obviously, the visit was made.

"Good evening, Tom," said Dumbledore easily. "Don't you sit down?"

"Thank you." Voldemort said blandly, the sense of respect in his words had completely disappeared, and he naturally sat down in the chair Dumbledore had indicated, which seemed to be the position where they had just left.

"I hear you've become a headmaster," Voldemort said quietly, his voice higher than before and very cold. "Praiseworthy."

"I'm glad you're satisfied," Dumbledore said with a smile. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Thank you very much," said Voldemort. "I've come a long way."

Dumbledore got up and went to the cupboard where he now had his meditation basin, which was full of bottles. He handed Voldemort a glass of wine, and then poured one into his tall glass. He went back to the table and sat down.

"Well, Tom I wonder why I am so honored? "

Voldemort did not answer immediately, but took a sip of the wine.

"They don't call me 'Tom' long ago," he said. "Now, I'm called..."

"I know what you call now," said Dumbledore, smiling cheerfully, not caring for Tom's dissatisfaction. "But to me, I'm afraid you'll always be Tom Riedel. In fact, this is one of the things that old teachers hate. I'm afraid they will never give up the old saying "one day is a teacher, and the other is a lifetime teacher."

Dumbledore raised his glass to Voldemort, who was still impassive.

However, van leen felt the atmosphere in the room was subtle: Dumbledore's refusal to address Voldemort's own chosen name meant that he refused to let Voldemort dominate the meeting.

It can be said that Dumbledore is trying to take the initiative in this dialogue, which is probably the way Dumbledore is. Just like when they are talking and getting along with each other, Dumbledore tries to grasp all the things, and so does van Lin.

Fortunately, both of them have the same purpose. Under enough threat, van Lin can trust Dumbledore very much.

"I'm surprised you've been here so long." A little pause, said Voldemort. "In fact, I've never been able to understand why a wizard like you would like to stay in such a school, Hogwarts?"

"Well," Dumbledore continued to smile, "it's not a difficult question to understand, Tom. If you know me enough, nothing is more important to a wizard like me than preaching and cultivating talents. If I remember correctly, you have expressed your desire to coach

All of a sudden, both Harry and van leen had the illusion that Dumbledore was no better than Voldemort?

Van Lin understood this idea a little more thoroughly.

Get to know Dumbledore?

If you really understand Dumbledore, you won't say what Dumbledore's dream is to teach and educate people.

If Dumbledore hadn't been disheartened by Dumbledore's sister's death, there would have been no such thing as Valentine's, Harry Potter's or Tom Riddle's."I still am." Regardless of what Harry and van Lin thought, Voldemort said to himself.

This gives van Lim a new understanding of Voldemort or Dumbledore when he was young.

Voldemort has such ability, but really play out, except for sorry, Fanlin has nothing to say.

Voldemort will be a powerful teacher, as you can see from his diary, but in fact

"I'm just curious why you don't You've always worked for the Ministry of magic, twice, I guess, recruited by the Ministry. " Voldemort said that in fact, in many people's eyes, the Minister of magic is just another form of Dumbledore's exercise of the Ministry's power.

"Three times, plus the last time, exactly." Said Dumbledore. "But the Ministry of magic is not my career ideal. Again, we have something in common, I think

Voldemort lowered his head and took another sip without a smile.

Dumbledore did not break the tight silence between them, but waited, with a happy expression, for Voldemort to speak first.

"I'm back," Voldemort said after a while. "Perhaps professor bidipette was expecting a little later But I came back and applied for the position he refused because I was too young. I ask you for permission to go back to this castle and teach. I think you must know that after so many years away from here, I am experienced and knowledgeable enough to teach your students what they cannot learn from other witches. "

Harry looked very surprised, which was not the same as he thought. Did Voldemort really want to come back to teach and apply for a position more than once?

Dumbledore looked at Voldemort for a moment from the top of his goblet and spoke. "I do know you've seen a lot since you left here," he said quietly. "The rumor about what you've done has reached your alma mater, Tom. I'm sorry to have to believe that half of them are true. "

Voldemort was still indifferent. He said: "greatness breeds jealousy, jealousy breeds hostility, hostility breeds lies. You must know that, Dumbledore

"Well, what you call great is what you do, isn't it?" Dumbledore asked gracefully.

"Of course," Voldemort's eyes suddenly turned red. "I've worked hard, and I've pushed the boundaries of magic to an unprecedented extent."

"To be exact, Tom, some magic!" Dumbledore calmly corrected him. "Some. For others, you still Sorry Sad ignorance. "

For the first time, Voldemort smiles. It's a vicious vision, there's something very evil, more threatening than anger.

"The same old story," he said softly. "But I have not found anything in the world that can prove your famous great theory that" love "is more powerful than my magic, Dumbledore."

"Maybe you're not looking for the right place," Dumbledore hinted.

"Well, then, what is more worthwhile for me to start my new research than Hogwarts?" Said Voldemort. "Do you want me back? Do you want me to share my knowledge with your students? I leave myself and my talents to you to arrange and follow your command. "

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. "What about those who follow your orders? What is going to happen to them - people who claim to be - or are rumored to be - Death Eaters? "

Van Lim could see Voldemort, but Dumbledore didn't know the name. He saw a flash of red light in Voldemort's eyes and a gaping nostril.

Obviously, Voldemort underestimated the sensitivity of Dumbledore's news.

"To be sure, my friends," said Voldemort, after a moment's silence, "and even without me, they would do what they should have done, and I'm sure of that. For me, I just accelerated the process and helped my friends

"I'm glad to hear you call them friends." Dumbledore said calmly. "I thought they were servants who obeyed your orders."

"You are wrong." Said Voldemort.

"So if I go to the pig's head bar tonight, I won't see their group of people, Bellatrix, Malfoy or whatever? They're waiting for you to go back? Your friend is really loyal to you. He walked so far in the snow just to congratulate you on getting the teacher's position

"You always know everything, Dumbledore." Voldemort said softly.

"Oh no, I'm just friendly to the local bartender." Dumbledore said softly. "Now, Tom..." Dumbledore put down the empty glass and sat up, making a typical gesture with his fingers. "Let's be honest. Why are you here tonight, with so many followers, to apply for a job you and I know you don't want? "

Voldemort looked a little surprised.

"A job I don't want? On the contrary, Dumbledore, I want it very much

"Well, you want to go back to Hogwarts, but you don't want to teach more than you did when you were 8. What are you after, Tom? Why can't you be honest once? "Voldemort gave a cold smile. "Don't you want to give me the job?"

"Of course, I don't want to. In fact, you don't have enough reason to convince me, and..." Said Dumbledore. "I don't think you expect me to give it to you. However, if you come here to ask for this position, you must have some plans. "

Voldemort stood up. He didn't look like Tom Riedel more than ever before. He was furious. "Is that the last thing you want to say?"

"Yes." Dumbledore also stood up.

"Then we have nothing to talk about."

"No more." Dumbledore said, his face full of sadness. "It's been too long since I was able to scare you with a burning closet 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 about to cry out a meaningless warning: he was sure that Voldemort's hand had slammed the wand in his pocket. But after a while Voldemort turned and went out, closed the door, and disappeared.

Harry felt Dumbledore hold his arm again. After a while, they were almost in their original position, but there was no snow on the window edge, and they went back to the later time.

"Why?" Harry looked at Dumbledore's face and immediately asked, "why is he back? Have you found out why? "

"I have an idea," said Dumbledore, "and that's almost the truth."

"What do you think, sir?"

"I'll tell you, Harry, when you retrieve professor slaho's memory." Said Dumbledore. "When you get that last memory, everything, I hope, will come to light You and I are. "

Dumbledore went to the door and opened it for Harry, but Harry was still very curious about it. He didn't go out immediately.

"Did he apply for the post of defense against the dark arts, sir? He didn't say... "

"Oh, of course he's eager to get a position in the defense against the dark arts," Dumbledore said. "Our brief meeting proved that. You see, no defense against the dark arts teacher has been able to stay long since I turned down Voldemort's application

"The curse is true." Harry affirmed, "he put magic on that position, it's about names."

"Oh, you're smart, Harry." Dumbledore said with a kind smile, "but I still need to say one more point..."

"Professor slahorn's memory, yes, I know." Harry was standing at the door, Dumbledore was on the inside of the door, and vaseline was still standing by the meditation basin to think about something.

"So, Harry, it's very important to us, to be exact, it's about you and me, as well as the lives of everyone."

"I see." Harry nodded. "I'll get that whole memory back as soon as possible, all Professor Dumbledore..."

"Oh, of course, I believe you." Dumbledore said definitely, and immediately interrupted Harry's question.

"Well, good night, Harry."

"But, fanlinta..."

"Maybe he needs some more time, Harry." Dumbledore looked at Van Lin, who was still immersed in the meditation basin. "Maybe you can find something. I think you can go back first. Anyway, you are all going to discuss it, right? Including Miss Hermione Granger and Mr. Weasley."

"Er..." Harry is a little embarrassed. Strictly speaking, these things should not involve other people, but hide from Hermione and Ron. Even van Lin can't do it all, let alone him.

Harry had a lot of things to do with vaseline and Hermione.

"So, trust your friends, Harry. Remember, friends."

"Of course." Harry opened his mouth and then looked at Vaseline again. "Well, good night, professor."

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