"Your memory. Van Lin paused, he didn't expect Dumbledore to share his memories.

Without saying a word, Van Lin and Harry followed Dumbledore into the shaking silver substance and to the office he had just left.

Headmaster's office at Hogwarts?

In fact, it wasn't much different from now, and the silverware that Nicolame had gifted was on the desk. Fawkes was napping peacefully on his perch, and Dumbledore sat behind the table, which looked very similar to Dumbledore standing behind them, except that Dumbledore was healthier and his face seemed to be less wrinkled.

The only difference between this office and the current office is that it is snowing outside, and in the night sky outside the window, the blue snow flakes are falling and piling up thickly on the windowsills and ridges.

When they arrived, the younger Dunlido seemed to be waiting for something, and after a while, this was confirmed, and there was a knock at the door.

Dumbledore said calmly, "Please come in." ”

Then Harry gasped.

Voldemort walked into the room. He didn't look like what they had seen in the stone cauldron two years before: Voldemort now had no snake features, his eyes weren't bright red, and his face didn't look like a mask.

But Voldemort at this time is not the handsome Tom Riddle in the previous memory.

It was as if Tom's face had been burned, his features were blurred, the ash wax was strangely twisted, the whites of his eyes had solidified the color of blood, and although the pupils were not yet narrow, Van Lin knew that they would take on that shape.

This is the change that the snake whisperer brought to Voldemort, and since he fully mastered this ability, the essence of the snake in the bloodline has been greatly developed.

Voldemort was dressed in a robe, and his face was as white as the snow on his shoulders. Dumbledore behind the table showed no surprise. Apparently the visit was scheduled.

"Good evening, Tom," Dumbledore said lightly. "Aren't you going to sit?"

"Thank you. Voldemort said flatly, the feeling of respect in his words had completely disappeared, and he sat down in the chair that Dumbledore had signaled, which looked like the place the two of them had just left.

"I heard you've become a headmaster," Voldemort said calmly, his voice taller and colder than before. "Commendable. ”

"I'm glad you're satisfied," Dumbledore smiled. "Would you like something to drink?"

"I am very grateful," said Voldemort, "that I have come a long way. ”

Dumbledore stood up and walked over to the cabinet where he had now placed the meditation basin, which was now filled with bottles. He handed Voldemort a glass of wine, then poured himself a glass of wine into his goblet, and returned to the table and sat down.

"So, Tom...... I wonder why I'm so honored?"

Voldemort didn't answer right away, just took a sip of wine.

"They don't call me 'Tom' anymore," he said, "and now, I'm called ......"

"I know what you're called," Dumbledore smiled pleasantly, not caring for the displeasure in Tom's words. "But for me, I'm afraid you'll always be Tom Riddle. In fact, this is one of the things that old teachers annoy. I am afraid that they will never give up the ancient adage of 'a teacher for one day, a teacher for life'. ”

Dumbledore raised his glass to Voldemort, but the other man was still expressionless.

However, Van Lin sensed that the atmosphere in the room was delicate: Dumbledore's refusal to call Voldemort by his chosen name meant refusing to allow Voldemort to take charge of the meeting.

It can be said that Dumbledore was trying to take the initiative in this conversation, which was probably Dumbledore's way, just like when they were talking to each other, Dumbledore tried to grasp everything, and then so did Van Lin.

Thankfully, the purpose of both was the same, and with enough threat that Van Lin could trust Dumbledore.

"I'm surprised you've stayed here for so long. After a moment's pause, Voldemort said. "Actually, I've never been able to figure out why a wizard like you would want to stay in such a school, Hogwarts?"

"Well," Dumbledore still smiled, "it's not a hard thing to understand, Tom, if you know me well enough, there's nothing more important to a wizard like me than teaching and building talent." If I'm not mistaken, you once expressed your desire to coach. ”

Suddenly, both Harry and Vallin had the illusion that Dumbledore didn't seem to be any better than Voldemort?

This idea is understood by Van Lin a little more thoroughly.

Know Dumbledore?

If you really know Dumbledore, you won't say anything about Dumbledore's dream, which is to teach and educate people.

If it weren't for the disheartening disheart of Dumbledore's sister's death, there would have been no Van Lin El, Harry Potter or Tom Riddle in the wizarding world after that.

"I still do. Ignoring what Harry and Van Lin thought, Voldemort said to himself.

This gave Van Lin a new understanding of Voldemort or Dumbledore in his youth.

Voldemort has such an ability, but if it really comes into play, Van Lin has nothing to say except sorry.

Voldemort would have been a formidable teacher, as you could tell from his diary, but in fact......

"I'm just curious why you don't ...... You've always been a contributor to the Ministry of Magic, and twice, I guess, was recruited by the Ministry of Magic. Voldemort said that, in fact, in the eyes of many, the Minister for Magic was just another form of Dumbledore's exercise of the powers of the Ministry.

"Three times, plus the last time, to be exact. Dumbledore said. "But the Ministry of Magic is not my career ideal. Again, we have something in common, I think. ”

Voldemort lowered his head and took another sip of his wine without a smile.

Dumbledore didn't break the tight silence between them, just waited, with a happy expression, for Voldemort to speak first.

"I'm back," Voldemort said after a moment, "maybe, a little later than Professor Deppert had expected...... But I came back anyway and applied again for the position he had refused because I was too young. I hereby ask you for permission to return to this castle and teach. I'm sure you know that after so many years of being out of here, I'm so experienced and well-informed that I'm able to teach your students things that other wizards can't. ”

Harry was surprised, it wasn't what he had thought, did Voldemort really want to come back to teach, and he had applied for positions more than once?

Dumbledore examined Voldemort from his goblet for a moment before speaking. "I do know you've learned a lot since you left here," he said calmly. "Rumors about what you've done have reached your alma mater, Tom. I'm sad but have to believe that they're half true. ”

Voldemort still had an indifferent expression, saying, "Greatness begets envy, jealousy begets hostility, and hostility breeds lies." You must know this, Dumbledore. ”

"So, do you call what you do 'great,'" Dumbledore asked gracefully.

"Of course," Voldemort's eyes suddenly turned red, "I've worked hard, I've pushed the boundaries of magic to a level that I've never had before. ”

"Exactly, Tom, some magic!" Dumbledore corrected him calmly. "Somewhat. For others, you still ...... I'm sorry...... Pathetic ignorance. ”

For the first time, Voldemort smiled. It was a vicious look, something very evil, more threatening than rage.

"Old-fashioned," he said softly. "But I have not found anything in this world that can justify your famous claim that 'love' is more powerful than my magic, Dumbledore. ”

"Maybe you're not in the right place," Dumbledore hinted.

"Well, what better place to start my new research than Hogwarts?" said Voldemort. "Will you let me come back? Will you let me share my knowledge with your students? I will leave myself and my talents to you and follow your command. ”

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "And what about those who do your bidding, and what will happen to them—those who call themselves – or are rumored to be 'Death Eaters'?"

Van Lin could see that Voldemort didn't expect Dumbledore to know the name. He saw a red glow flash in Voldemort's eyes, and his cracked nostrils gaped.

Obviously, Voldemort still underestimated the sensitivity of Dumbledore's messages.

"Exactly, my friends," said Voldemort after a moment of silence, "and, even without me, they would have done what they had to do, I am sure of that." For me, I'm just speeding up the process and helping my friends. ”

"I'm glad to hear you call them friends. Dumbledore said calmly. "I thought they were servants who obeyed your orders. ”

"You're wrong. Voldemort said.

"So if I go to the Hog's Head Bar tonight, will I see their bunch, Bellatrix, Malfoy, or whatever? are waiting for you to come back? Your friends are really loyal to you, and have walked so far on a snowy day just to congratulate you on getting this position as a teacher. ”

"You've always been omniscient, Dumbledore. Voldemort said softly.

"Oh no, I'm just more friendly to the local bar waiter. Dumbledore whispered. "Now, Tom ......" Dumbledore put down his empty glass and sat up, making a typical gesture with his fingers. "Let's talk openly and honestly. Why are you here tonight, with so many followers, to apply for a job that you and I both know you don't want?"

Voldemort looked a little 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 want to teach more than when you were 8 years old. What are you after, Tom? Why can't you just be honest about it once?"

Voldemort smiled coldly. "Are you unwilling to give me this job?"

"Of course, I don't want to, in fact, you don't have enough reasons to convince me, and ......," said Dumbledore. "I don't think you expected me to give it to you. However, you have come here to ask for this position, and you must have something to offer. ”

Voldemort stood up. He didn't look like Tom Riddle more than ever, and he was furious. "That's the last thing you're going to say?"

"Yes. Dumbledore also stood up.

"Then we have nothing to talk about. ”

"Yes, no. Dumbledore said, his face full of sadness. "It's been far too long since I was able to scare you with a burning closet and force you to make amends for your crimes. But I wish I could, Tom...... I wish I could ......"

For a few seconds, Harry was on the verge of screaming a meaningless warning: he was sure that Voldemort's hand had slammed the wand in his pocket. But after a while, Voldemort turned and walked out, closed the door, and was gone.

Harry felt Dumbledore take his arm again, and after a while they were almost still standing in their same positions, but there was no snow on the window, and the few of them were back in time.

"Why?" Harry looked at Dumbledore's face and immediately asked, "Why did he come back?

"I have an idea," said Dumbledore, "and that's pretty much the truth." ”

"What do you think, sir?"

"I'll tell you, Harry, when you get Professor Slavho's memories back. Dumbledore said. "When you get that last memory, everything, I hope, will come to light...... It's for you and me. ”

Dumbledore walked to the door and opened it for Harry, but Harry was still very curious about it, and he didn't walk out immediately.

"Did he apply for a position in the Defence Against the Dark Arts later, sir?" he didn't say......

"Oh, of course he longs for a position in the Defence Against the Dark Arts class," Dumbledore said. "Our brief meeting proved that. You see, no Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher has been able to stay long since I rejected Voldemort's application. ”

"The curse is real. "Harry was sure," he magically applied to the location, and it was about the name. ”

"Oh, you're smart, Harry. Dumbledore smiled kindly, "However, I need to reiterate one more ......"

"Professor Slavhorn's memory, yes, I know. Harry was standing in the doorway, Dumbledore was on the inside of the door, and Van Lin was still thinking about something next to the meditation basin.

"So, Harry, it's important to us, to be exact, to you and me, and to all of us. ”

"I see. Harry nodded, "I'll get that complete memory back as soon as possible, all Professor Dumbledore......"

"Oh, of course, I believe you. Dumbledore affirmed, interrupting Harry's questioning.

"Good night, then, Harry. ”

"But, he ...... in Van Lin"

"Maybe he'll need some more time, Harry. Dumbledore looked at Van Lin, who was still immersed in the meditation basin, "Maybe you'll find something, I think, you can go back first, anyway, you're all going to discuss it in the end, aren't you, including Miss Hermione Granger and Mr. Weasley." ”

"Uh......" Harry was a little embarrassed, strictly speaking, these things shouldn't involve anyone else, but hiding it from Hermione and Ron, even Verlin couldn't do it all, let alone him.

Harry had a lot of things to do, and Van Lin and Hermione had to take the initiative.

"So, trust your friend, Harry, remember, a friend. ”

"Of course. Harry opened his mouth, then looked at Van Lin again, "Good night, then, Professor." ”

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