When he left the office, Tom was inexplicably in a good mood. He took the application to the principal's office, the hallway was long, and he realized that his steps were a little brisk.

He slowed down, thinking that he shouldn't have been, happy because of Professor Lin's words? It has always been his praise for the slaves, and the servants are overjoyed to be grateful.

This feeling of joy gives him a feeling of inferiority, an emotion that can only be obtained after being gifted and charitated.

It's just to use her to deceive her, so that she can tell him the way to eternal life, and all the flattery is just to please.

Tom's expression was much more relaxed as he said this, and he submitted his application to Dumbledore to stay at the school.

"Wow." Dumbledore pushed the crescent lenses and half-jokingly said, "Riddle, I have to doubt your enthusiasm for Defence Against the Dark Arts class. ”

In Tom's flat eyes, Dumbledore said, "That you, who have repeatedly expressed your desire to stay in the school, and after being refused, you showed your strength and came back to apply for a position. I think it's just a convenient way to woo people around the school and discover more of Hogwarts' secrets. What do you think? Riddle. ”

"I think you're right." Tom didn't shy away from it, "Who wouldn't want to explore the mysteries of magic." ”

Dumbledore put the application aside and folded his hands and asked, "Then Riddle, do you think I'll allow it?" ”

"You won't." Tom smiled, put his hands behind his back, and said confidently, "But you have to approve, you can't deny that Hogwarts needs me right now." Voldemort has been resurrected, and you should have known it, Eternal. ”

"I'm glad you're being honest." Dumbledore walked around to Tom from behind his desk, held out his hand, and said, "Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor, Professor Riddle, great to work with." ”

"I'm honored, sir."

The semester was coming to an end, and the students were talking about Voldemort's resurrection, some believing and some not, after all, the Minister of Magic denied it.

Every year at the end of the seventh grade, there is a dance party, which is not attended by the younger students.

The ballroom was brightly lit, the girls wore beautiful dresses, and the boys wore elaborate dresses, and melodious and elegant music was heard. Cutlery and candlesticks were placed on the long table, and the flames shook slightly as if to music.

The food was magically placed on the table, and the smell was particularly attractive, it was actually food that they had never seen before, all of them were full of color and flavor.

"I've never eaten anything so good!"

"Did the elves drink the elixir and invent such a delicious thing, I feel like the tongue has been enchanted to roll all the flavors together."

Tom looked at the dishes on the table and felt a little familiar, he had eaten some of them when he was in Jiafu.

The professors in the room were also involved, and Dumbledore and McGonagall were taking the lead.

But he didn't see Professor Lin of Oriental magic, and he couldn't help but have a picture of her sitting in front of the stove cooking, and he thought it was a little funny, Professor Lin didn't look like a person who would be in the kitchen.

"......" The girls stood at the edge of the table, talking about something and looking at him.

On the side of the dining table was a suspended basin with several bottles of pink potion on top of it.

He couldn't help but show a little disgust in his eyes, it was an aphrodisiac.