HP Magic Biography

　　 "Your memory." Vellington paused, he didn't expect Dumbledore to share his memory.

　　 Involuntarily, Fanlin and Harry followed Dumbledore into the dangling silver substance and came to the office he had just left.

　　 The principal's office at Hogwarts?

　　 In fact, this is not much different from now. The silverware presented by Nicholas Lema is on the desk. Fox was sleeping peacefully on the perch. Behind the table sat Dumbledore. It looked very similar to Dumbledore standing behind them, except that Dumbledore looked healthier now, his face The wrinkles seem to be less.

　　 The only difference between this office and the current office is that the scene in the memory is snowing outside, and in the night sky outside the window, blue snow flakes are falling, thickly piled on the window sills and window edges.

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

　　 Dumbledore said quietly, "Please come in."

　　 Then, Harry gasped.

　　 Voldemort walked into the room. He didn't look like Fanlin they saw from the large stone cauldron two years ago: Voldemort now does not have the characteristics of a snake, his eyes are not bright red, and his face does not look like a mask.

　　 But Voldemort at this time is no longer the handsome Tom Riddle from the last memory.

　　 It was as if Tom's face was burned, his facial features were blurred, and his white wax was strangely distorted. The whites of his eyes were already bleeding. Although the pupils were not long and narrow, Fanlin knew they would take that shape.

　　 This is the change brought to Voldemort by the snake whisperer. Since fully mastering this ability, the essence of the snake in the blood has been greatly developed.

　　 Voldemort was wearing a robe, his face was as pale as the snow on his shoulders. Dumbledore behind the table showed no surprise. Obviously this visit is scheduled.

　　 "Good evening, Tom," Dumbledore said lightly. "Aren't you sitting?"

"Thank you." Voldemort said flatly, the sense of respect in his words had completely disappeared. Of course he sat on the chair that Dumbledore signaled. It looked like the two of them had just left. That location.

　　 "I heard that you have become the principal," Voldemort said calmly, his voice higher than before and very cold. "It's commendable."

　　 "I'm glad you are satisfied," Dumbledore smiled. "Would you like something to drink?"

　　 "I am very grateful," Voldemort said, "I have come a long way."

　　 Dumbledore stood up and walked to the cabinet where he now puts the Pensieve, which is now full of bottles. He handed Voldemort a glass of wine, then poured a glass into his goblet, and went back to sit behind the table.

　　 "Then, Tom... I wonder why I am so honored?"

　　 Voldemort didn't answer right away, he just sipped his drink.

　　 "They don't call me'Tom' anymore," he said, "Now, I am called..."

　　 "I know what you are called now," Dumbledore didn't care about the dissatisfaction in Tom's words and smiled happily. "But to me, I am afraid you will always be Tom Riddle. In fact, this is one of the things that old teachers hate. I am afraid they will never give up'being a teacher for a day and being a teacher for life 'The old saying."

　　 Dumbledore raised his glass to salute Voldemort, his face still expressionless.

　　 However, Fanlin felt that the atmosphere in the room was subtle: Dumbledore refused to call Voldemort by his chosen name, which 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. This is probably Dumbledore's way. Just like when they were in a dialogue, Dumbledore tried to grasp everything, and then Van Lin did the same.

　　 Fortunately, the two have the same purpose. With enough threats, Fanlin can trust Dumbledore.

　　 "I'm surprised you stayed here for so long." After a short pause, Voldemort said. "Actually, I have never figured out why a wizard like you would be willing to stay in such a school, Hogwarts?"

"Well," Dumbledore was still smiling, "This is not a difficult question, Tom, if you know me enough, for a wizard like me, there is nothing more important than preaching, teaching, and building talent. If I remember correctly, you once expressed your desire to coach."

　　 Suddenly, neither Harry nor Van Lin had an illusion that Dumbledore seemed to be no better than Voldemort?

　　 This kind of thinking Fanlin understood a little bit more thoroughly.

　　 Know Dumbledore?

　　 I really understand Dumbledore and wouldn’t say that Dumbledore’s dream is to teach and educate people.

　　 If it hadn't been for the death of Dumbledore's sister to frustrate Dumbledore, then there would be nothing like Fanlin El, Harry Potter or Tom Riddle in the magic world.

　　 "I still do that." Regardless of what Harry and Fanlin thought, Voldemort also said to himself.

　　 This gave Fanlin a new understanding of Voldemort or Dumbledore when he was young.

　　 Voldemort has this ability, but if it really shows it, Fanlin has nothing to say except sorry.

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

"I'm just curious why you don't... You always make suggestions for the Ministry of Magic, twice, I guess, were recruited by the Ministry of Magic." Voldemort said, in fact, in the eyes of many people, the Minister of Magic only It was just another way for Dumbledore to exercise the rights of the Ministry of Magic.

　　 "Three times, plus the last time, to be precise," Dumbledore said. "But the Ministry of Magic is not my career ideal. Again, we have similarities, I think."

　　 Voldemort lowered his head and sipped his drink without a smile.

　　 Dumbledore did not break the tense silence between the two of them, but waited, waiting with a cheerful expression for Voldemort to speak first.

"I'm back," Voldemort said after a while. "Perhaps, it was a little later than Professor Dippet expected... But I came back and applied again for the position he refused because I was too young. I am here. Asking you for permission to return to this castle and teach. I think you must know that after so many years of leaving here, I have experienced and knowledgeable, and can teach your students things that other wizards cannot learn."

　　 Harry seemed very surprised. It was not at all what he thought. Did Voldemort really want to come back to teach and apply for the position more than once?

　　 Dumbledore looked at Voldemort from his goblet for a while and then spoke. "I do know that you have experienced a lot since you left here," he said calmly. "The rumors about what you did have reached your alma mater, Tom. I am sad but have to believe that they are half true."

　　 Voldemort still had an indifferent expression. He said, "Greatness causes jealousy, envy breeds enmity, enmity breeds lies. You must know this, Dumbledore."

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

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

　　 "To be exact, Tom, some magic!" Dumbledore corrected him calmly. "Some. For others, you're still... sorry... sadly ignorant."

　　 For the first time, Voldemort smiled. It was a vicious look, something very evil, more threatening than rage.

　　 "Old style," he said softly. "However, I have never discovered anything in this world that can prove your famous great theory, saying that'love' is stronger than my magic, Dumbledore."

　　 "Maybe you didn't find the right place," Dumbledore hinted.

　　 "Okay, then, compared to Hogwarts, what else is more worthwhile for me to start my new research?" Voldemort said. "Do you want me to come back? Do you want me to share my knowledge with your students? I will leave my personal and my talents to you to arrange and follow your instructions."

　　 Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. "So what about those who follow your orders? What will happen to them-those who call themselves-or in rumors-‘Death Eaters’?"

　　 Fanlin could see that Voldemort did not expect Dumbledore to know the name. He saw a red light flashing in Voldemort's eyes, and his cracked nostrils opened.

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

"To be precise, my friends," Voldemort said after a moment of silence, "and, even without me, they would do what they should do. I am sure of this. For me, I just speeded up. This process, and help 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," Voldemort said.

"Then if I go to Pig's Head Bar tonight, will I not see their group of people, Bellatrix, Malfoy or anyone else? They are waiting for you to go back? Your friends are indeed very loyal to you. , Walking so far in a snowy day, just to congratulate you on getting this teacher position."

　　 "You have always known everything, Dumbledore," Voldemort said softly.

　　 "Oh no, I'm just friendly to the local bar waiter." Dumbledore said softly. "Now, Tom..." Dumbledore put down the empty glass, sat up, and made a typical gesture with his fingers. "Let's talk frankly and frankly. Why are you here tonight, with so many followers, to apply for a job that 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."

　　 "Oh, you want to go back to Hogwarts, but you don't want to teach more than when you were 8. What are you after, Tom? Why can't you be honest once?"

　　 Voldemort smiled coldly. "Are you unwilling to give me this job?"

　　 "Of course, I don't want to. In fact, you don't have enough reason to convince me, and..." Dumbledore said. "I think you didn't expect me to give you. But if you come here to ask for this position, you must have a plan."

　　 Voldemort stood up. He looked less like Tom Riddle than ever before, and he was very angry. "This is the last thing you want to say?"

　　 "Yes." Dumbledore also stood up.

　　 "Then we have nothing to talk about."

　　 "Yes, no more." Dumbledore said, his face full of sadness. "It's been too long since I was able to scare you with a burning wardrobe and force you to pay for your crimes. But I wish I could, Tom... I wish I could..."

　　 For a few seconds, Harry was almost yelling a meaningless warning: he was sure that Voldemort's hand jerked the wand in his pocket. But after a while, Voldemort turned and walked out, closed the door, and disappeared.

　　 Harry felt Dumbledore hold his arm again, and after a while they were almost still standing in their original positions, but there was no snow on the window edge, and they returned to the later time.

　　 "Why?" Harry looked at Dumbledore's face and asked immediately, "Why did he come back? Have you found the reason?"

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

　　 "What do you think, sir?"

　　 "I will tell you, Harry, when you get back Professor Slug's memory." Dumbledore said. "When you get that last memory, all things, I hope, will come to light... both to you and me."

　　 Dumbledore walked to the door and opened it for Harry, but Harry was still very curious about it and he did not go out immediately.

　　 "Did he apply for a position in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class again, sir? He didn't say..."

　　 "Oh, of course he desires a position in Defense Against the Dark Arts," Dumbledore said. "Our brief meeting proved this. You see, since I rejected Voldemort's application, no Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher can stay for long."

　　 "The curse is real." Harry affirmed, "He applied magic to that location, it's about the name."

　　 "Oh, you are very smart, Harry." Dumbledore smiled kindly, "but I need to reiterate a little..."

　　 "Professor Slughorn's memory, yes, I know." Harry stood at the door~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Dumbledore was inside the door, and Van Lin was still thinking about something beside the penis.

　　 "So, Harry, this is very important to us, to be precise, it is about you and me, and even everyone's lives."

　　 "I understand." Harry nodded, "I will get that complete memory back as soon as possible, all Professor Dumbledore..."

　　 "Oh, of course, I believe you." Dumbledore said affirmatively, and interrupted Harry's questioning.

　　 "Then, good night, Harry."

　　 "But, Fanlin he..."

"Maybe he needs some time, Harry." Dumbledore looked at Fanlin, who was still immersed in the penis. "Maybe you will find something. I think you can go back first. Anyway, you all have to discuss in the end. Isn't it, including Miss Hermione Granger and Mr. Weasley."

　　 "Uh..." Harry was a little embarrassed. Strictly speaking, these things shouldn't involve anyone else, but they were concealed from Hermione and Ron. Even Fanlin could not do everything, let alone him.

　　 Many things for Harry require Varian and Hermione to decide.

　　 "So, trust your friend, Harry, and remember, it's a friend."

　　 "Of course." Harry opened his mouth, then looked at Fanlin again, "Well, good night, Professor."

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