Dumbledore understood that the same thing can affect and hurt different people.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the use of aphrodisiacs should not cost them their lives. Dumbledore could understand his anger, but could not condone the killing.

"Riddle, this is the only time." Dumbledore lowered his wand and said, "We know for what purpose we are forming an alliance. ”

"Of course, sir." Tom nodded, polite again, "I promise you that I will serve as a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor and protect the students from the Death Eaters." Provided that the student didn't annoy me. ”

"You should learn to restrain your temper." Dumbledore knew what he cared about, and deliberately said, "Voldemort's failure lies in arrogance, thinking that if he has power, he has everything, so he lost to Harry." You are the same now, but you have more knowledge and more power than you used to, and if you can't change your arrogance, you will lose to someone else, even without Harry. ”

Tom was upset to be educated, but smiled and said, "Thanks for the reminder, Professor." ”

He returned to the lounge and sat casually on the sofa, a faint cold smell that eased his irritable mood a little. Like dew on a bamboo leaf, like a ......

Why does it still smell like this? Is it the aphrodisiac from the prom that is spilled on the clothes?

He took off his wizard's robe and sniffed it, and found that the faint smell was indeed from his clothes, but there was no trace of anything spilled. And his wizard robe was only worn by Professor Lin for a while.

He was shocked.

The smell of aphrodisiacs is not fixed, everyone smells different, but it must be their favorite smell, maybe it is the smell of some kind of food, or the fragrance of the grass when the sun is shining, or it may come from a certain person.

The kind of reassurance that made him feel a little cold, like the smell of falling flowers from the bamboo forest...... All from the same person.

The place where she lives in the story is called Xiaoxiang Garden, and there are a lot of bamboos planted inside and out, and she loves flowers, collecting those fallen petals and burying them, and the petals fall on her hair, mixing with the smell of her hair.

Tom couldn't accept it, he would rather smell the smell of library paper, or the damp musty smell of the common room, than the smell of Professor Lin.

Rarely, Tom had insomnia.

At this time, in Xijing, who was in her office, she changed her clothes and put on a black cloak, and used a spell on her face to make it impossible to see her face clearly.

She went to the fireplace and cast a spell to contact Peter.

"Master, please command." Peter's flattering voice rang out, and the flattering expression was disgusting.

"Act tomorrow night to get all the Death Eaters in Azkaban." The tide mirror commanded in a cold, deep voice.

"Yes, master, but, but without your leadership, our strength is not enough-"

"Don't worry, I'll go to the Ministry of Magic when the time comes, and everything will be easy to control Fudge, the Aurors will leave Azkaban, after all, the Dementors were once allies, and they won't embarrass you."

"Yes, my great master, the wizarding world will soon be yours!"

The mirror ended contact, and she checked the fireplace to make sure it was okay. Most fireplaces at Hogwarts have a Floo net, which can be used to get to connected places.

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