"Homicide? It must have been Voldemort's hand! Harry said, "Why didn't the Ministry of Magic arrest him?" ”

"Because it doesn't seem to have anything to do with Riddle. People only know that in Hepziba. While Smith was showing Riddle her own treasures, a vicious dark wizard broke into Hepziba. Smith's mansion, who killed Hepziba with a spell. Smith, knocked Tom unconscious. Riddle had snatched two priceless treasures, so said the Smiths. As for the house-elf Hao Qi, she was knocked unconscious before she could see what the murderer looked like. ”

"It can't be." Harry said.

"yes, it's incredible." Dumbledore said, "It's not easy for a wizard with high arithmetic power to invade a well-guarded wizard's mansion, not to mention that Hepziba's house has cast a lot of very difficult guardian magic in order to protect her priceless collection, even if that dark wizard has high mana, it is not possible to invade Hepziba's house in a short time." ”

"Obviously, Voldemort did it, and then he modified the house-elf's memory."

"Harry, this is because you knew he was going to be the Dark Lord who did all the evil things, and everyone thought Riddle was just a bad and good young man, and the Ministry of Magic let him go after a brief questioning of him. Interestingly, the head of the Executive Department at the time also wanted to give Riddle a position in the Ministry of Magic - which shows Riddle's charisma at the time, and he could make most people like him if he wanted to. ”

"But that doesn't include you, sir."

"It doesn't mean that I'm more far-sighted or knowledgeable than others, it's just that I know a little bit more about Riddle than anyone else, so I'm a little more wary of him. Of course, the main thing is Richard. Silver's enthusiasm for Riddle, and I have always felt that Richard played a key role in Riddle's upbringing—I think it's highly likely that he brought about Voldemort's upbringing for some purpose. ”

So what exactly is the stolen treasure? We didn't even see it. ”

"One thing you've already seen. It's a Slytherin locket, Borgin. Bock obtained the locket from Riddle's mother for ten Galleons, which he then sold to Hepziba. According to the Smith family, another treasure is the Hufflepuff cup, and the Smith family is one of the Hufflepuff descendants who have passed the treasure down for generations. ”

"But," said Harry, frowning, "it seems crazy...... Take such a big risk, lose your job, just to ......"

"Maybe it's crazy for you. But not for Voldemort. Dumbledore said, "I hope you'll understand what these things mean to him in the future, Harry." But he must admit that it is not difficult to imagine at least that he takes the locket for granted. ”

"Perhaps," said Harry, "but why did he take the cup with him?" ”

"That cup once belonged to another founder of Hogwarts. This still has a lot of appeal to Voldemort. Of course, there is also a possibility, which is Richard. Silver wanted the cup, and he was intrigued by the relics of the four founders. He used to spend huge sums of money collecting similar treasures. As far as I know, Voldemort was able to escape the suspicion of the Ministry of Magic. In addition to his own abilities, Richard also played a big role, and with his name as a guarantor, not many people would suspect that Voldemort did it. ”

Dumbledore poured another bottle of memory into the meditation basin. Harry stood up again.

"Whose memory is this?"

"Mine." Dumbledore said.

Harry followed Dumbledore into the flowing silver substance and landed in the office he had just left. Fawkes fell asleep soundly on his perch. Behind the desk was Dumbledore, who looked a lot like Dumbledore standing next to Harry, with a slightly less wrinkled face. The only difference between this office and the current one is that it's snowing outside. Pale blue snow flakes drifted in the darkness in front of the window and piled up on the windowsill outside.

The younger Dumbledore seemed to be waiting for something, and sure enough. After a while, there was a knock at the door, and he said, "Come in." ”

Harry almost screamed, but held back. Voldemort walked in. His face seemed to have been burned, and his features were blurred and twisted like wax. The whites of the eyes now seem to be permanently filled with blood. He wore a long black cloak and his face was as white as snowflakes on his shoulders.

Dumbledore at the table didn't look surprised. The visit was apparently by appointment.

"Good evening, Tom," Dumbledore said lightly, "sit down." ”

"Thank you," Voldemort sat down in the chair Dumbledore gestured to.

"I heard you're the headmaster," his voice was a little higher and colder than before, "respectable choice." ”

"I'm glad you approve." Dumbledore smiled, "May I have a drink?" ”

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

Dumbledore stood up and walked quickly to the cupboard. He handed Voldemort a glass of wine, poured himself a glass, and returned to his desk.

"So, Tom...... What is the wind that blows you here? ”

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

"They don't call me 'Tom' anymore, now I'm called—"

"I know what you're called," Dumbledore smiled pleasantly, "but to me, I'm afraid you'll always be Tom." Riddle. This is probably one of the annoying things about being a teacher, they never completely forget what it was like for their students to be in the first place. ”

Voldemort was expressionless, seemingly dissatisfied with Dumbledore's answer.

"Then I'll get straight to the point," said Voldemort after a pause, "I've heard that Hogwarts needs a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. ”

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At this moment, Harry's dormitory was greeted by a strange guest, who came to Harry's bedside table and turned out the dark book that Harry had hidden at the bottom.

"Old fellow, aren't you dead yet?"

In the darkness, his eyes flashed a strange red light. (To be continued......)

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