At this time, Dumbledore was not like the wise and wise headmaster before, but more like a tired old man who had gone through vicissitudes.

"You can vaguely guess a little, Professor."

After a moment of silence, Norlin nodded slightly and said softly.

Dumbledore sat in his soft chair, his eyes on Norlin. In front of many people, he had seen another child in this way.

"He's arguably the most gifted kid at Hogwarts, before you."

Dumbledore said with a bit of reminiscence, "He was gifted, handsome, long-sleeved, good at dancing, good at winning people's hearts, and absorbing knowledge. When he was a student, he had many followers, and even many professors were close to him. ”

Norin listened quietly, silently sighing in his heart, young Voldemort was more like a protagonist than himself.

But unfortunately, the experience of his childhood seems to have brought some bad changes to his heart. I frightened him for a moment with the burning wardrobe, and since then I have been trying to change him, to make him pay more attention to the good things in the world, to make him understand the greatest human feelings......"

"There have been many times when he has done things that are hard to forgive, and I didn't kill him, just to give him time to understand on his own."

"But I failed."

"He's more powerful than ever, completely out of my control. He became another Dark Lord in the wizarding world. ”

"His name is Tom Riddle. As you might guess the name, he was Lord Voldemort. ”

After saying that, Dumbledore sighed and fell silent. Nolin noticed that in the portrait of the two of them eavesdropping, Armando Duppet's face was red and seemed to be difficult to speak.

"Isn't he dead? Eleven years ago, Harry ......"

Norlin asked tentatively as he pondered the implications of what Dumbledore had revealed to himself.

"Yes, he left a scar on Harry's forehead, only to be bounced to death by Harry's mother with a powerful spell. I have to say, she's an extremely good witch, just like your mother. ”

Dumbledore looked up and whispered, "But for now, it's not dead. ”

"Tom once said that he has gone further than anyone else on the road to eternal life."

Speaking of which, Dumbledore seemed to be a little tired, "All he seeks is eternal life, and he fears only death." But he never understood that death was just a greater adventure. Even after dying once, he still didn't understand that it was love that defeated his vaunted magical prowess. ”

The light in the room was soft, and Fawkes was no longer hiding from Norlin, flapping its wings and flying onto Dumbledore's shoulder, rubbing his pale beard affectionately.

"But now, I'm glad to see that a little wizard with a talent equal to his, or even better, has appeared."

Dumbledore suddenly laughed and looked at Norlin with a gentle look in his eyes:

"I saw the two of you fighting, and to be honest, even I was a little amazed. Tom didn't have that much magic and no magic as many spells when he was in his second year. All learned from the "Secret Book of Laws"? ”

"Yes, Professor."

Norlin nodded. Anyway, Dumbledore knew, so he didn't hide it.

"Good." Dumbledore didn't ask more, and the subject changed,

"Quirinus was also a good student at school, but alas, he didn't survive Tom's demagogy and became a carrier of his broken soul. This is an extremely serious drain on his life. ”

Norin gave him a puzzled look, as if Dumbledore was familiar with the situation.

Dumbledore seemed to see what he was thinking, and his gaze looked out of the window, and his tone was a little erratic, as if he said with nostalgia:

"That's the very dark magic in the Chapter of Chaos. I started many years ago from ...... A man learned about the magic. But he was so contemptuous of this magic that he would never use it. ”

So he imprisoned himself in Newmongard? Norlin, who knew something about Dumbledore's past, was speculating.

"I was going to have another bait, but I didn't expect Tom to have such a deep desire for the Mystical Codex to put you in danger. This was my miscalculation. ”

Dumbledore paused, the wrinkles on his face seemed to deepen, and he admitted his mistake very calmly.

At this moment, Norlin profoundly realized that this old man was not an all-knowing and all-powerful god, but a wizard who was stronger than everyone else.

"Let's get here today first, and go back early to rest."

Dumbledore tapped his head and whispered. It seems that Norlin was called over today just to see the battle scene and tell him the story of Voldemort.

Norlin answered, and when he walked to the door, he couldn't help but turn around and say:

"Death is another, greater adventure. But life is a great insomnia, Professor. ”

He was suddenly a little afraid that Dumbledore, like in the original book, would plot Voldemort at the cost of his life a few years later, and die with him. Then he calmly greeted death without any worries.

Dumbledore was stunned, smiling as Norlin left the Headmaster's room.

"Honestly, Albus, you're really not worried about that kid becoming a second Voldemort?"

The fireplace was blazing, and in the portraits of the headmasters who had been silent, a sudden opening spoke.

Dumbledore leaned back in his soft chair and closed his eyes, "No, Phineas. Become the second Voldemort? Tom wasn't qualified. ”

"He's going to overtake Tom and surpass me. I'm going to live a few more years and see that day. ”

His voice suddenly fell a little, shook his head and said, "It's just that in the future, Tom may not be the only enemy in the wizarding world......"

In the void in front of him, a book glowing white appeared out of thin air.

……

The gossip in the castle was always so fast, and soon, the news of Professor Quirrell's mysterious disappearance spread throughout Hogwarts.

Professor McGonagall kept a tight lid on the news, not letting Quirrell's attack on Norin leak out.

If the parents of the young wizards knew that the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts had attacked a second-year student, it would definitely set off a wave of dropouts.

Parents certainly can't tolerate a school that even the students can't properly protect.

The little wizards were speculating about the truth of the matter, thinking that he knew that the quality of teaching was almost zero, and that he had no face to stay in school anymore and ran away overnight.

Or accidentally die in a dangerous place while going out for a trip during the Christmas holidays.

Only a small number of people thought of something through the rubble that fell on the castle.

But soon, there was a big problem in front of them:

Quirrell is gone, who will teach the next Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson?