Tom Riddle walked into the principal's office with a small leather suitcase.

"Mr. Dumbledore." Tom greeted him in a friendly manner, and then spotted Snape on the side, and immediately looked surprised.

"Mr. Snape! You're at Hogwarts, too! ”

Snape twisted his neck uncomfortably.

He thought of many of Voldemort's ways of behaving when he met the traitor, but he didn't expect him to be like this.

"Mr. Mystery, I'd like to ask a question first." Dumbledore spoke, but before the question could be asked, Tom preemptively said:

"I prefer you to call me Tom, Headmaster Dumbledore. I liked your Transfiguration class the most, but unfortunately I didn't really have much talent for it. ”

Tom put down the box, as if he had arrived at his own house, and craned his neck to look at the desk, "Don't you have anything to drink here?" ”

"There are so many snacks and desserts in the steam train, I'm a little thirsty right now." After saying that, Tom blinked his handsome eyes, trying to charm Dumbledore, the old den.

"Mystery Man......" Dumbledore looked at Tom's pouting expression, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help twitching, so he had to change his words.

"All right, Tom. I have honey water here. ”

Tom smiled, and was not polite to Dumbledore, but sat directly in the chair, put his hands on his thighs in a regular manner, and looked up and said, "I can do it all, Headmaster." ”

At this moment, he was more like Dumbledore's child than a serious Hogwarts student.

Of course, there is a world of difference from the murderous Voldemort.

Snape looked at Tom deeply, and the Dark Mark on his arm was strangely unresponsive.

He glanced at Dumbledore, who was preparing honey water and dessert, and asked as if he were chatting about homely things:

"Tom, you don't look like the gentleman I know and the lad before."

Tom raised his eyebrows, giving Dumbledore a confused look.

"Ever since you got here, the question I've been asking is: How do you prove that you're a resurrected mystery?"

Dumbledore placed honey water and a plate of doughnuts in front of Tom, and in the office, his eyes, Snape, and Fawkes were glued to Tom.

"Oh, you want to ask this?" Tom smiled, leaned back in his chair, and sat up cynically.

"Is it because Mr. Snape's Dark Mark isn't responding?"

Tom said to himself, then stretched out his slender right index finger, and the sun shone on his well-trimmed nails, reflecting a healthy upward white light.

"I've had a new appreciation for magic lately, just like you do now, Headmaster."

"If you don't want to, the power of magic won't be revealed. But, if I want to—"

The sun in the sky happened to be obscured by a dark cloud, and before the candle flame could react, the principal's office fell into an eerie gloom.

Fawkes's feathers exploded, and it screamed at Tom, a raging fire burning all over his body.

The firelight re-illuminated the principal's room.

Tom had already stretched out his middle finger next to his index finger.

A small, dark green snake coiled around two fingers, spitting out letters, its sharp eyes staring straight at Snape.

"Ahh Snape clutched his arms and fell to the ground screaming.

He ripped open his sleeve, and the dark mark's color was so intense that it seemed to be poking through his skin.

"Stop!" Dumbledore shouted, his voice so loud that even the dark clouds outside seemed to be shaken apart by his voice.

Sunlight streamed through the window and re-entered the principal's office.

The firelight on Fawkes, the natural sunlight, together covered the collapsed Snape like a thick quilt.

Snape gasped pale, sweat from his forehead soaking the hair on both sideburns.

He watched with palpitations as the Dark Mark slowly dissipated, the sudden pain made him feel like he had been cut out of his heart, and now he was still in pain and couldn't stand up.

Dumbledore looked at the little snake on Tom's fingertips with a solemn face, the dark magic just now had disappeared completely.

"Headmaster, you once said that power does not distinguish between good and evil, but only depends on what the person who uses it intends to do." Tom twisted his thumb on his index and middle fingers, and the little green snake suddenly dissipated.

"The students are not talented, but now they understand this truth."

"Do you think I woke up too late?"

Dumbledore gave Tom a deep look, he bent down, picked up Snape with great difficulty, and said word by word, "It's never too late, Mr. Riddle." ”

Tom shrugged his shoulders regretfully, then reached out and grabbed the honey water and drank it down.

"Headmaster, can I prove now that I'm Tom Riddle?"

Dumbledore nodded, whispering a few words into Snape's ear.

Snape then staggered out of the headmaster's office, clutching his arms.

Tom politely stood up and watched Snape leave.

He had his back to Dumbledore, not at all trying to defend himself.

"Mr. Riddle, you're really not the same as you used to be." Dumbledore looked faintly at the young figure in front of him.

In him, even the sun shines with 100% vitality.

This feeling of vigorous life made Dumbledore's old and sluggish body jealous.

Fighting against young, powerful, and cunning men, Dumbledore suddenly felt a little powerless.

Horcruxes, if this kind of magic is put on me, will it be a sure victory? Dumbledore couldn't help but think about it.

"Headmaster, you should have access to the Hogwarts Library, the method of making the Horcruxes, I didn't take it, it's still in the forbidden book area."

Tom had already turned his head, and there seemed to be a whirlpool in his pupils.

An unspeakable desire to confide welled up in Dumbledore's heart, and he couldn't help but open up to Tom and tell him all about his thoughts.

"Wow!!"

Fawkes' scream woke Dumbledore out of his slump, and he took two steps back, pointing his right hand reflexively at Tom with his Elder Wand.

"Don't be nervous, Headmaster. I just wanted to talk to you. Tom's eyes returned to their original shapes, revealing a harmless smile from humans and animals, "Do you have the Elder Wand, one of the Three Hallows of Death?" ”

"You can feel from the smell that it's a powerful wand, and it goes so well with you."

"Mr. Riddle, this is the end of our conversation." Dumbledore's tone was cold, "Next, I'm going to reveal your new identity in front of the whole school. ”

"I hope you prepare well and don't make mistakes."

"Okay, Headmaster." Tom smiled disappreciatively, picked up the box and walked out the door, "By the way, I don't know where the teacher's dormitory is. ”

"Did Fawkes take me there?"

"No, it's your senior."

"Wow, is that Professor Quirrell?" Tom looked back, a look of surprise, "I was about to ask him for the Defence Against the Dark Arts class. ”

"What a brilliant arrangement, you are the greatest Headmaster of Hogwarts, there is no one."

"Leave it to yourself, Mr. Riddle. Don't keep Professor Quirrell waiting too long. ”

"Of course, of course, I can't wait now!" Tom laughed and walked out the door.

Dumbledore's eyebrows almost condensed into a fist, and he always felt that something was wrong with Tom.

However, he couldn't figure out why.

Tom had just attacked through the void in his mind, and he almost revealed the secret in his heart.

Good thing there's Fox!

The door to the Headmaster's room opened and closed, and Dumbledore let out a sigh of relief.

He picked up the Elder Wand and put it in front of his eyes to look at it, his eyes flashing with an unpredictable light.

Nope.

Thanks to Kazekage & I love Luo for the tip

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