Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

“But, since you said Dumbledore has made it so obvious, he obviously intends to formally resolve the matter.”

Tver ignored Malvolio’s pretentious gesture and fell into thinking.

It was impossible for Dumbledore to leave Malvolio alone forever. Before, it could be said that he was observing. Now that Voldemort is becoming more and more rampant, it is obvious that he will not leave a person who may be a time bomb.

Sometimes, before fighting the outside world, you must first make peace with the inside!

“Knock knock knock, Professor… Principal Dumbledore——”

Before Crystal finished speaking, the door to Tver’s office was opened.

Seeing Dumbledore standing at the door, Tweel and Malvolio stood up at the same time.

But compared to Malvolio’s nervous look, Tver was much more relaxed.

“I was still wondering when you would come over, but by such a coincidence, you just appeared outside the office.”

“That’s good, I’m afraid of disturbing you.”

Dumbledore had a faint smile on his face, as if he just came here to hang out out of boredom.

“I heard that you returned to Hogwarts and caused a sensation among the students, but you left.”

“So, it seems that you have something very important to talk to Tver? Then I won’t disturb you, Crystal, let’s go out.”

Malvolio shamelessly took Crystal’s arm and passed by Dumbledore pretending to be natural.

But before he took two steps, his arm was grabbed by Dumbledore.

“Don’t you want to see me that much, Tom?”

“Who is Tom? Isn’t this Mr. Malvolio?” Crystal was the first to ask.

“Krystal, please go out first.” Tver said softly.

He could finally see that Dumbledore had never made an attack, not only because of his kindness, but also because of Malvolio, or in other words, the possibility of redemption for Tom Riddle…

Of course, Tver was not sure whether Dumbledore himself realized this. After all, Voldemort had committed so many crimes and killed so many righteous wizards.

If it were Tver, he really wouldn’t necessarily choose to give Voldemort another chance!

Crystal looked at Malvolio and Dumbledore who suddenly fell silent in confusion, and then glanced at Tweel who had no intention of explaining to her.

In the end, he had no choice but to suppress his gossip spirit, walk out of the office softly, and close the door.

“To be honest, even if they look similar, I guess not many people would be willing to believe that you are the well-behaved Tom Riddle in school.”

After a moment of silence, Dumbledore let go of his hand and looked at Malvolio’s young face with emotion.

This face is actually what he looked like during the period between when he was in school and when he split the Horcrux many times after graduation. Not many people have seen it.

Apart from the Death Eaters who followed him early on, there was only Dumbledore.

It was also the beginning when Dumbledore… was completely disappointed in Tom and basically stopped calling him Tom Riddle.

Turville glanced at Malvolio, who remained silent and expressionless, and had no choice but to respond to Dumbledore for him.

“I like the idea that if you want to identify what a person is like, don’t look at what he says, look at what he does.”

“I think it’s the same with appearance, no matter what Malvolio looks like, he chooses to be Malvolio, not Voldemort.”

“What do you think, Headmaster Dumbledore?”

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes slightly and turned his gaze to Tweel.

He was a little surprised that Tver would unabashedly raise the issue he was most concerned about.

“But the soul in his body still belongs to Voldemort…”

“To be precise, it belongs to Tom Riddle’s soul.” Tver said firmly.

No one knew Malvolio better than him, and even Malvolio did not see himself clearly.

Malvolio actually didn’t think there was anything wrong with his idea of ​​pure-blood supremacy and domination over Muggles and wizards.

It was under Tver’s inspiration that he found that this was impossible to achieve, or that there was no way to maintain his dominance for a long time.

So I simply gave up.

Subsequently, he experienced trance hallucinations and Voldemort’s separation of the past, which made him gradually realize that as Tom Riddle, he should not just be a notorious black man. It can even be said that few people know the real name of Tom Riddle. Demon King.

He is a combination of a pure-blood wizard and a Muggle, the product of a love potion, Tom Riddle, who has lived in an orphanage since he was a child and thought he was a freak!

It is also the most talented genius in the UK and even the world, Tom Riddle!

In other words, Malvolio now actually just wants to inherit the thoughts and will of Tom Riddle, who was abandoned by Voldemort.

Let the soul that could only take pleasure in cruelty and violence no longer be confused!

Just when Dumbledore was about to question Turville, Malvolio suddenly spoke.

“I want to ask you a question…” A trace of sad struggle appeared on his face.

“Have you… truly trusted me once?”

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth, and found that for the first time he did not dare to answer Voldemort’s question.

He knew, but he didn’t dare to tell the answer!

But Malvolio had already seen it from his expression, and couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

“No one, Dumbledore, no one has ever truly trusted me.”

The self-deprecating smile on his face became more and more weird, as stiff as a puppet and full of irony like a clown, but Dumbledore couldn’t bear to look directly at it.

“In the orphanage, I tried to communicate with them and wanted to tell them that I didn’t know why I could fix the broken wooden wooden box. I only knew that I just wanted them to accept me…”

“But no one wants to believe me. They just say I’m a freak.”

“You were the first person to tell me that I was not a freak but a wizard, and I’m grateful to you, Dumbledore.”

Malvolio spoke calmly, and only when he mentioned this point did his tone become slightly more excited.

“But why don’t you give me any guidance in school?”

Dumbledore sighed and looked at Malvolio with a complicated expression.

“That’s black magic, Tom. I can’t teach you this. Black magic is already eroding your mind…”

“Then why didn’t you tell me?!” Malvolio suddenly shouted excitedly, the sadness and loss in his eyes were intertwined, and he even felt helpless like a child.

“Why didn’t you tell me that dark magic would eat away at my soul?! Why didn’t you tell me that Horcruxes would only make my soul go crazy?!”

“Why…don’t you help me?”