Everyday Players at Hogwarts

In a castle in Nottingham Forest, Ryan lay on the sofa, unable to help but review everything that had just happened in his mind.

If that part of Voldemort's soul was really his conscience, then the little wizards who were attacked in the original world line might have been alive because of his part.

Also, it was really unexpected that Dumbledore would do this.

In the original world line, he allowed the diary to wreak havoc in Hogwarts just to make Voldemort, who might still be connected to his Horcrux, think that he didn't know about the existence of the Horcrux.

By the way, he could also test whether Voldemort could not sense the destruction of his Horcrux.

This was an important reference for Dumbledore's plan later.

However, if Voldemort's skills were a little more advanced and he could really feel the destruction of the Horcrux, then Dumbledore's method of dealing with each Horcrux might be to train Harry and then quickly scan all the places where he had found or might have Horcruxes.

Even if he was still confused by the existence of the Resurrection Stone and was ready to find it alone, he probably wouldn't be so rash as to be attracted by the Resurrection Stone on the Horcrux in the old Gaunt house. His sense of responsibility would drive him to give up his unrealistic idea.

In this way, the reason why Dumbledore in the original world line was so easily shaken was because he had a foolproof plan that could be carried out even if he died.

Ryan cleared his throat, and Jack appeared beside him, bringing the still sleeping black cat Jerry. Ryan picked it up, stroked the cat, and continued to watch the scene that had not yet ended.

"Ah, Riddle, how could you-"

"Dumbledore, what's going on?" In the picture frame of the principal's office, an old wizard who looked weak shouted.

"Hello, long time no see, Professor Dippet." Riddle nodded slightly.

"Armand, this is just Tom." Dumbledore, as usual, didn't speak human language, and let people guess half of what he said.

"Well, I understand what you collected those materials for." In another picture frame, a wizard with a goatee, wearing silver and green Slytherin clothes, and looking smart said so.

This is Sirius' grandfather Phineas. The Black family has a long history of learning. They even have some knowledge of Horcruxes. They know the dark magic best.

"The diary disappeared." Seeing that Armando was still a little confused, Phineas reminded.

"Ah, I understand."

"Dumbledore, although we have an obligation to serve the current Hogwarts headmaster, I have made a mistake with Riddle."

"Whatever you are going to do, I suggest you reconsider it." Armando said breathlessly.

"It's so hurtful, Professor Dippet, you were going to make me a professor at the beginning." Riddle said with pretended melancholy.

"Shut up, Tom." Dumbledore scolded.

"Got it, Master~" Riddle said with a trembling voice and affectation.

"I understand. It's the same as the Defense Against the Dark Arts class I taught back then, using dark magic to fight dark magic."

"Use Voldemort to fight Voldemort." Phineas said confidently.

"I don't think so, Phineas."

"Tom, be serious. Now I need you to provide me with a lesson plan for the first seven academic years."

"Hurry up. I think I need to review and revise it many times." Dumbledore said to Riddle, who was part of Voldemort, in a tone of what to eat tonight.

Now, all the characters in the frame gasped.

"He was only 16 years old at this time, and he was a professor?"

"Dumbledore, you are confused. There is already one this year, and another one next year? Do you like Voldemort to be a professor at Hogwarts so much?"

"I suggest you think about it again."

"I thought you wouldn't make mistakes, Dumbledore."

Now, almost all the characters in the frame talked at the same time.

"I think we should listen to Dumbledore's opinion first. He is the best among us." A witch with a shrewd look raised a very thick wand, like a birch branch.

"No need to explain anything, I believe in Dumbledore!" A portrait of a fat wizard with a red nose roared.

"Thank you, Fusco, but I think I still need to say a few words." Dumbledore wiped his eyes with emotion.

"Is this Dexter Fusco?"

"To thank you for your trust, I still remind you."

"I don't know if Florin Fusco, the owner of Florin's Cold Drink Shop, is still alive, but he was still alive when I last connected with the part of the soul that occupied the body."

"At that time, I was interested in the most famous wand in history and wanted to defeat Dumbledore through him."

"And Florin, who is proficient in the history of magic and familiar with various unofficial histories, is one of my targets." Riddle reminded in a gentle tone.

"I think I should go first and warn my bastard descendant who opened the cold drink shop." Fusco said so.

"Aha, has he forgotten that he is so fat because of eating cold drinks?"

"In my opinion, his offspring are just like him, not bad. Unlike my hateful great-grandson who refuses to go on blind dates!" Phineas laughed at first, and then gnashed his teeth.

"Phineas, the children have their own choices." Dumbledore, who is also a bachelor and childless, couldn't help but speak for Sirius.

"Don't forget what we want to hear mainly?" An old witch with long silver hair in the picture frame reminded.

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"Ah, I almost forgot, thank you for reminding me, Delis." Phineas pulled his goatee and got out of his previous mood.

"Before you explain, there is one thing I am curious about." Riddle said.

"What is it?" Dumbledore said. The headmasters in the picture frame all pursed their lips, but they still pricked up their ears curiously.

"What does 'There is already one this year, and there will be another next year?'" Riddle asked curiously. If it was true, he was a little suspicious whether he was fooled by Dumbledore and finally killed.

If it was really as he thought, Dumbledore would not resurrect one of his Horcruxes every year as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and then kill him in the end.

"Your main body (Riddle frowned unhappily) possessed the back of the head of the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts last school year, so he was the professor of this course last year and this year."

"And you will also be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts this year and next year, that is, the 1992-1993 school year." Dumbledore said in a sincere tone, he noticed Riddle's uneasiness.

"Oh, is that so? It seems that he died once, what about his servants? What happened to him? Was he defeated by you?" Riddle asked in a casual tone, and the last sentence was in an unquestionable affirmative tone.

"No, Quirrell, that professor."

"He and your main body were both defeated by Harry, and your main body could only escape in disgrace in the end." Dumbledore said in a low voice, he remembered the death of Quirrell again.