"It's alive, but it's not alive, it's not exactly dead, it's something between life and death, and if I have to say it, it's a shell. ”

As he spoke, Dumbledore shook his head.

"But the facts have been forged, and there is no way to change them. ”

"That life consumed all the precious materials we could gather, and we had to put it to sleep and put it in a place we thought was absolutely safe, but it was found. ”

Dumbledore sighed, "Voldemort found it, even though we cast the most powerful protective magic we know there—"

"But we all have to admit, Carl, that Gellert and I are inferior to him in terms of sheer magical talent. ”

"Humph!" Grindelwald let out a nasal voice of dissatisfaction, but did not say anything to retort.

Dumbledore continued, "Tom Riddle is truly excellent, he is so good that he has broken our magic with sheer brute force. ”

"But, not pride, in other ways, Voldemort is far inferior to us. ”

"Coincidentally, it was his shortcomings that made things change-"

Speaking of this, Dumbledore suddenly stopped.

He looked at the door of the headmaster's office, a smile on his face.

With a flick of the direction of the door, the door opened, and Quirrell's turbaned face appeared in the sight of several people.

"Deng, Professor Dumbledore, you, you're looking for me?" Quirrell stammered.

His gaze swept over Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Nicol Lemay, and finally Carl with a puzzled expression.

It turned out that Dumbledore had done this with his wand before, and Karl knew it.

"Yes, Quirinas, yes. Dumbledore smiled and nodded at Quirrell.

Then, as if his gaze pierced Quirrell's face, he looked straight behind his head, his voice unchanged, full of the joy of an old friend's reunion, "Tom, we're about to get to the point. ”

At this moment, Quirrell's body froze suddenly.

"Deng, Professor Dumbledore, you, what are you talking about?" Quirrell's face turned ugly for a moment, and he struggled to keep his body from trembling with fear, and as he spoke, he tried to distract everyone present as he staggered towards the door of the Headmaster's office.

However, Dumbledore seemed to be blind, and still stared at Quirrell with a smile on his face, as if someone was standing there.

At this moment, Quirrell couldn't bear it any longer, strode to the door of the office, raised his hand and shot a killing curse like lightning, not hitting anyone else, but actually hitting Cal.

Seeing this, Carl rolled his eyes.

In Quirrell's eyes, he was the weakest one in the office.

In his spare light, he glanced left and right.

Grindelwald on the left and Dumbledore on the right......

Well, that's pretty much true.

Dodging the killing curse sideways, the latter slammed into the air, blowing an old globe behind Carl to pieces.

By this time, Quirrell had reached for the doorknob of his office.

However, to his despair, no matter how hard he tried, even with the lock-picking charm, he couldn't shake it.

During this time, whether it was Dumbledore or Grindelwald, or Carl and Nicol Lemay, they just looked at him and did not have the slightest intention of stopping him.

"Stop, idiot!" a hoarse scolding came from behind Quirrell's head.

Quirrell finally stopped, and stood there cowering, not daring to move.

"Let me come, let me tell them. The voice behind his head sounded again, and Quirrell quickly removed the turban wrapped around his head and turned around, revealing Voldemort's flat snake face.

"Dumbledore. Voldemort's voice sizzled, as if a snake was talking.

Surprisingly, his face was calm, not nervous or anxious.

"Tom," Dumbledore nodded at Voldemort like an old friend he hadn't seen in years.

Voldemort's gaze swept over everyone present, first for a moment, and then, when he saw Grindelwald, Grindelwald was also looking at him coldly, their eyes meeting in the air, and a sneer appeared on their faces almost at the same time.

Apparently, Voldemort recognized Grindelwald.

Finally, when he saw the Philosopher's Stone on the Headmaster's desk, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his face distorted.

But immediately, he calmed down again.

"Ah, you see it. Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction, listening to the tone as if he were talking about the weather.

However, there was a trace of doubt in his deep gaze that was difficult for ordinary people to detect.

That didn't affect what he was going to say next, though.

"Tom, I think we need some help from you below. ”

Dumbledore pointed at Karl, "What I'm going to say next about this child's background is all my speculation, so I think you, as a party, should be willing to prove what I said, right?"

Voldemort didn't look at Dumbledore, but at Karl with a hint of complexity in his eyes.

Karl couldn't help but frown.

It stands to reason that Voldemort would never have shown such a look.

After just one glance, Voldemort looked back at Dumbledore, and then, slowly, lowered his eyes, "Say it." ”

......

"Actually, you can guess a little bit about the rest of the story," Dumbledore said to Karl, his eyes glancing at Voldemort from time to time, and the confusion in his eyes became more and more obvious.

"Tom found that body, and at this time, he was about to do something big, and he was afraid that things would go wrong, so he wanted to find himself a replacement body, and the one I made with Gellert just met the requirements—"

"Unparalleled talent, strong physique and vigorous vitality. ”

"So, in order to make that body completely belong to him, Tom added a touch of what belongs to him to that body......"

"His character. ”

At this point, Dumbledore stopped, looked at Voldemort, and saw that the latter did not refute, and then continued.

And this almost pure black thing gave that holy and pure white body a new color—the color of life. ”

"It went from a lifeless body to a real life. ”

"I don't think even Tom himself thought of that. ”

With that, he looked at Voldemort again, who was also looking at him.

"Perhaps it was a momentary discovery of conscience that Tom had kept that life alive, keeping him there and fortifying the place with a spell. ”

"That life stayed there for another two years, and Tom's magic kept him asleep and not starved until ten years ago, when Tom's loss of power weakened the defenses there, and I sent Minerva there, and took that life out and put it in a family that I thought would allow him to grow up healthy. ”

Dumbledore looked at Karl.

"And that life is you, Carl. ”