Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Tom, I just want you to face reality."

After the silence, Dumbledore did not listen to Voldemort's advice.

Without saying a word, Voldemort turned and walked towards Malfoy Manor.

He's had enough of this old guy.

Perhaps, opposing each other and fighting when they meet is the best way to communicate between them.

"Tom, I just came here to ask if Bella and Sirius are here..."

"My name is Voldemort, Albus Dumbledore, learn to respect me."

Voldemort stopped, turned his head, and looked at Dumbledore coldly.

The two looked at each other in silence for a moment, and Voldemort suddenly roared angrily.

Because he didn't see a hint of change in the other person's eyes.

"I would never ask how your sister died, Dumbledore."

Voldemort suddenly took a step towards him and said loudly.

Dumbledore's eyes widened in surprise, filled with disbelief.

"I'm also not going to ask you if you're proud of beating your boyfriend."

Voldemort stepped forward again and spoke more vicious words.

Dumbledore's brows rose, and the surprise in his eyes turned into anger.

"Or, in your saintly mind, do you have any resentment against Muggles because of the death of your parents?"

When Voldemort said his last words, he pointed diagonally downward with his right hand rhythmically, and finally waved it out.

The anger on Dumbledore's face changed instantly.

The expression was so complicated that Voldemort didn't even know what he was thinking.

But he was not in the mood to pay attention to the other party's thoughts. He was irritated.

"Damn it Dumbledore, the world has changed, please stop being so self-righteous, okay?"

Voldemort finally lost his voice, but his words were still sharp.

"Do you want me to tell you: 'You won't kill me, right, Dumbledore, you are so kind.'"

Dumbledore frowned and opened his mouth to say something, but fell silent in the end.

Voldemort didn't care what the other person wanted to say. He waved his hand in disgust and said, "Shit, you have never been kind to me, not even once."

"You don't understand why I killed people since I was a kid?"

"Let me tell you, if you put it another way, you will understand it immediately."

"Do you know why you killed your sister?"

Voldemort's words brought fear to Dumbledore's eyes.

"Accident?"

"In an accident while riding a horse, she died. Someone has to bear the consequences. I killed a rabbit just by riding a horse."

"Just because of a rabbit, you are pressing every step of the way. If I don't become the Dark Lord, I will be sorry for that rabbit if I step on the horse, right? You have to avenge a rabbit, right?"

The roar seemed to vibrate and made the air freeze. Dumbledore remained silent, not saying a word.

Voldemort gasped and looked at the other person. He had been too excited, shouted too much, and used too much force.

But without the interference of Riddle and Lin Zuo, he felt very happy.

It would hurt Dumbledore, but who cares?

Didn't the other party hurt him?

Come on, let's hurt each other. He is a bad guy and he is not afraid of anyone.

"Tang...Voldemort, I apologize for my previous behavior, but I think we can still talk. You are not as unreasonable as you were before, so..."

Dumbledore relented, or so it seemed.

"You just got a notification from Azkaban and knew that Bella had escaped." Voldemort said disdainfully, "Yes, that's right, she is inside. Are you going to catch her?"

As he spoke, he turned sideways as if to get out of the way.

"No, Voldemort, I just want to know if Sirius is here with you." Dumbledore asked, looking at Voldemort.

Voldemort said with a cold face and no expression at all: "Just go in and take a look, Albus."

Dumbledore stared at him for a while, then shook his head to indicate that it was not necessary.

"Aren't you going to let all the Death Eaters out?" Dumbledore asked, "I thought this would be a mass prison break."

"They need to accept the punishment, they deserve it." Voldemort said calmly.

"What about you?" Dumbledore asked.

"snort."

Voldemort laughed, "What about you? Albus, you and Grindelwald, or your brother, were not punished for the death of your sister."

Dumbledore was speechless.

"If there's nothing else, Albus, you can go," Voldemort said.

Dumbledore raised his right hand, which still had some black spots on it.

"What are you going to do?"

Voldemort shrugged and refused to answer his question.

It's not that there is any conspiracy that can't be said, but his purpose is obvious:

Kill you.

"You said you killed Riddle, can you explain it to me?" Dumbledore asked.

Voldemort finally stopped pretending to be in a hurry to leave. He pointed to his head and said, "I sealed him here. From now on, he can no longer affect me."

"Prove it to me," Dumbledore said.

"I sincerely regret my past mistakes. No matter who I killed, I am willing to say sorry to them."

Voldemort spoke quite seriously, but there was a hint of nonchalance in his words.

"You do not repent of this," said Dumbledore.

"Okay, Albus, if I can say it, it has already proved that I am not the same person I used to be. Not everyone has to be like you and torture themselves with guilt and self-blame for the rest of their lives." Voldemort waved his hand and said.

"Then what will you do in the future?" Dumbledore asked, "Will you still choose to use magic to solve problems?"

"Albus, power is a dirty game. No matter who is involved, it cannot be said to be just, can it?"

Voldemort didn't answer the question, but he felt it was the right answer, "There will always be people who will oppose me. I think, in most cases, I won't do anything, as long as they are sensible enough."

"What if they are irrational?" Dumbledore asked.

Voldemort frowned, looking like he was thinking hard.

"It depends on how irrational they are, Albus, failure and soul, they always have to leave one thing for me."

Dumbledore was obviously not satisfied with Voldemort's answer, but this was the limit of Voldemort's compromise.

"I will still look for those Horcruxes, you know." Dumbledore said solemnly, "Won't you stop me?"

Voldemort shrugged, refusing to answer the question because Dumbledore was just testing him.

Just like Dumbledore came today, he came not for Bella, but for Sirius.

How did this thoughtful guy discover that there was a problem with Sirius' case?

Voldemort suddenly thought of Crouch's remarks in the newspaper, and couldn't help but look at Dumbledore with strange eyes.

This old guy couldn't tell the problem from just these clues.

"Today's conversation is over, Albus. The dinner is still waiting for me. Let's talk another day."

Voldemort thought it would be better to talk less to the native speaker across from him. He didn't seem to have as many curvy intestines as the other person.

"Okay, Voldemort, I hope we can still communicate next time something happens."

Dumbledore said after thinking for a moment, but Voldemort turned around and left earlier, which forced him to wave goodbye to Voldemort's back.

Voldemort raised his hand, not even bothering to look back.

He hates smart people, especially someone as smart as Dumbledore.