Chapter 1085 Love

Like Voldemort, Tom Riddle in front of him firmly believes that he will not fail, that he is invincible. www.uuk.la

Ai Wen doesn't know how to evaluate this kind of self-confidence, it can only be said to be a manifestation of arrogance.

Voldemort failed in the end, he had nothing, and he couldn't beat Dumbledore at all.

Countless history has proved this, but he himself was unwilling to admit it from beginning to end.

"Professor, you don't understand this at all!" Riddle continued, "You just want to maintain the existing order..."

"Possess great power, realize cruel dreams, Muggles are forced to submit, wizards proudly become young leaders, invincible conquerors of death!" Dumbledore said softly, "Tom, I must admit that I have been with You have had the same idea, though in a different way, which is obviously ludicrous."

His eyes passed through Riddle calmly, looking at the resurrection stone in the cabinet, his expression was lonely and sad, and he obviously missed his sister and parents.

"I have paid a considerable price for this, and I regret not being able to tell you this..."

"It's not absurd, I succeeded, but you didn't!" Riddle repeated.

"Shut up, Riddle!" Ivan said impatiently, "You didn't succeed, you never did, what you did was just make the world more chaotic, just like yourself, become a terrible Monster. Now, all you need to do is tell what you know, and let us deal with it."

Tom Riddle gave him a look full of hatred, but probably because of the Gryffindor sword in Ivan's hand, he didn't say anything.

"Ivan is right, now is indeed not a good time to recall and argue." Dumbledore took a breath and looked directly into Riddle's eyes again, "Tom, please tell me how you were split in the first place Yes? I am also very curious about this one, the Horcruxes you and I know seem to be different."

"Is it different?" Riddle sneered, "But I'm still a Horcrux. Since you want to know, I'll tell you. As I said just now, my appearance was an accident, an accident that came early. Since I entered Hogwarts, I began to look for my own life experience. Although I was surrounded by wizards with magical powers unlike in the orphanage, I knew that I was different from them, and I firmly believed that I was different. "

"For five years, I have looked through all the ancient books I could find, but I did not find my father's name. I thought he would be a wizard, not my mother, because she died casually. , It's ridiculous." He said with some disdain, "But what's even more ridiculous is that she is actually a wizard, and I finally found her family's name in a historical book, the Gaunt family, the Slytherin family The only descendant, a noble family of pure-blood wizards."

"So you came here, in the summer of your fifteenth year, and met Morfin Gaunt."

"Oh, professor, have you met my dear uncle?" Riddle narrowed his eyes, his emotions gradually calmed down, and said in a slippery tone, "I thought he was locked up after I met mine." Into Azkaban!"

"Yes, but I met him before he died and found some vital information from him," said Dumbledore. "What happened after that night? Right after you took Mo After Fern's wand and ring."

"Don't you already know? I went to see the man, in the mansion on the other side of the valley. I wanted to see the man who abandoned me and my mother. The man who made me search for fifteen years , I want to go over and see what he looks like," Riddle said, with a cruel and cold smile on the corner of his mouth, "Of course, I went there with hatred. If there is a chance, I will not hesitate to let him go for him You pay for what you do."

"You killed him?"

"That's what I planned, but strictly speaking, I didn't enjoy this fun." Riddle replied, his eyes passed over the faces of Ivan and Dumbledore in turn, and finally fell on the photos in the cabinet , staring at it stubbornly, "Before that, I had already split out. In that man's room, I found this photo, which was left to him by my mother. He didn't notice this, but I saw this picture from his memory, I got him under control, and with a little spell, I knew all the things between him and my mother out of his head, many things he had forgotten."

Dumbledore listened very seriously, which was slightly different from the reasoning he told Ivan before.

These differences may lead to changes in the nature of the whole thing.

Ivan had this feeling, he felt that he could do something with this special Horcrux.

At least they can know all the secrets about Voldemort before he was fifteen years old from him, but if they want to kill Voldemort, they must eventually destroy it.

He didn't know what Dumbledore was thinking, but there should be no doubt about it.

There is also a small detail. Tom Riddle was only fifteen years old at the time, but he was already able to use magic outside of school without worrying about being tracked by the Ministry of Magic.

It seems that the monitoring of the Ministry of Magic is really useless.

"After you knew these things again, you cried out because of sadness?" Dumbledore asked softly.

Riddle didn't answer, but Dumbledore was still watching him, and there was an invisible oppression in the air.

"As I said just now, this is not a shameful thing. Everyone is weak at times and grieves for loved ones who have passed away. If you ask me, I can tell you that this is love."

"I knew you would say that, Professor!" Riddle's tone was full of sarcasm, "Love again? I have never had such ridiculous feelings, never, and I am not that cowardly."

"I always thought you didn't understand, but now I have to take back my words. You have, at least when you were fifteen years old, and you haven't fallen." Dumbledore said, "It's just hidden deeply. , as deep as..."

"That's enough, Dumbledore, if you continue on this kind of boring topic, preach your ideas, and want me to admit that I have had some ridiculous love, then destroy me, I don't care!" He raised his voice again.

"But you cried, when you knew the past of your father and mother." Ivan reminded, "Why?"

"I think it's because I know the truth, how stupid my mother was, how a noble pure-blood wizard gave his life for a filthy Muggle and died unrepentant, I've never seen Such a stupid woman." He snapped, "I was saddened by what she did."