"You're so well informed, Tom. Dumbledore smiled and said, "I don't think this news has been announced yet - Hogwarts does need a new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor." ”

"I'd like to know how you got to know about this. ”

"This is what a friend of mine sued me. Voldemort lowered his head without a smile and took another sip of his drink. Dumbledore didn't break the silence between the two, but with a happy expression on his face, he waited for Voldemort to speak first.

Voldemort, however, did not answer the question directly.

"I'm back," he said after a moment, "probably a little later than Professor Duppert had expected...... But I came back, in order to apply again for the position he then said I was too young to fill. I'm here to ask you to allow me to return to this castle to teach, you know that I've seen and done a lot since I left here, and I can teach your students things that other wizards can't learn. ”

Dumbledore looked at Voldemort from his cup for a moment before speaking.

"Yes, I know you've seen and done a lot since you left us. He said calmly, "Rumors of what you've done have also reached your alma mater, Tom." If they were half credible, I would be very sorry. ”

Voldemort was still expressionless, and said, "Greatness causes jealousy, jealousy leads to resentment, and resentment breeds lies." You know that, Dumbledore. ”

"You call what you've done 'great,' don't you?" asked Dumbledore gracefully.

"This is at least progress," said Voldemort, his eyes as if reddened, "I have done the truth, and I may have advanced magic to an unprecedented level, and I have seen the reality of the world through magic." ”

"It's some magic," Dumbledore corrected him calmly, "and it's just something." But on others. You're still ...... IMHO...... Ignorance is pathetic. As for the real ...... of the world With all due respect, that's what you see for yourself. ”

Voldemort laughed, a sneer, an evil expression, more terrible than rage.

"Dumbledore," he whispered, "you didn't even convince Richard at the beginning, do you think you can convince me now?"

"At least Richard didn't do those real things for you. Dumbledore said.

"This is because he was born into an ancient and wealthy magical family, and I am an orphan with nothing. Voldemort drained the glass in one gulp, "I've had to make a lot of rather dangerous attempts. Many times I almost took my own life. ”

"It's a sign you're going in the wrong direction. Dumbledore reminded.

"On the contrary, I have made a lot of progress and in that area I am confident that I can go further than anyone else. ”

"Like Nicol Lemay?"

Voldemort frowned, "In the future I will surpass him." ”

"Tom, I think you're enchanted, and it's not a good thing to be obsessed with the Immortal Method. ”

"Any attempt is dangerous for a loser, but I am not a loser. ”

"I regret letting Richard adopt you. Dumbledore said. "I should have been—"

"Well, let's wrap this up. If you think I'm going in the wrong direction, what better place to start a new study than here—Hogwarts?," said Voldemort, "will you let me come back? Can you let me share what I have learned with your students? I entrust myself and my talents to you." At your command. ”

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.

"What about those who are under your command, and what about those who call themselves - or are said to be Death Eaters?"

Voldemort's eyes glowed red again, and his two slit nostrils widened. Harry was surprised to find an unhappy look on Voldemort's face.

"They," he said after a pause, "they would do well without me." I think someone will take them. ”

"It doesn't look like you're on good terms," Dumbledore said, "I thought they were supposed to be your subordinates." ”

"You're wrong. Voldemort said. "They were never my subordinates - because you were Dumbledore. So I can say a few more words to you. It wasn't my intention to gather the Death Eaters. Some of the big names in the wizarding world needed Death Eaters, hence the Death Eaters. I, the outward leader, am just a fitting occasion. ”

"Tom, are you shirking your responsibilities?" said Dumbledore.

"Whatever you want, Dumbledore. Voldemort said, "I'm just here for an answer." ”

"Well, Tom......"

Dumbledore put down the empty glass and sat up straight, his fingertips touching each other, his usual posture.

"Since you want an answer, let's get to the point, why did you apply for a job tonight that you and I both know you don't want?"

Voldemort looked coldly surprised.

"I don't want a job? on the contrary, Dumbledore, I want it very much. ”

"Oh, you want to go back to Hogwarts, but you don't really want to teach more than you did when you were eighteen. What do you want, Tom? Why can't you be honest about it once?"

Voldemort sneered.

"If that's just an excuse you don't want to give me a job—"

"Of course not," said Dumbledore, "and I don't think you expect me to give it to you." But you still came, you made an application, you must have something to try. ”

Voldemort stood up, his face full of rage, and he didn't look like Tom Riddle more than ever.

"Is this your final decision?"

"Yes?" Dumbledore stood up.

"Then we have nothing to talk about. Voldemort put his cloak back on, "You'll regret it, Dumbledore, from the beginning you thought too badly of the others and thought too well of everyone else." (To be continued......)