Chapter 1513 The 10 Years of Disappearance

He disappeared this time for a full ten years.

No one but Voldemort himself knows what Voldemort was going through during this time.

From the few clues, it can be inferred that he traveled all over the world according to the tradition of ancient wizards, and visited many places incognito. magic.

Because of excessive exposure to Horcruxes and various evil black magic transformations on his body, his appearance began to change beyond recognition, making it impossible for people to recognize that outstanding and handsome boy, and he began to use the name "Voldemort" publicly.

This is probably the main experience of his disappearance for ten years. During this period, Voldemort experienced unimaginable evil, which made him the later Dark Lord.

After that, he would no longer kill people secretly or blame others, but spread fear openly and unscrupulously. Voldemort, who became the Dark Lord, had this strength.

"There is only this memory tonight. Let us enter the Pensieve," said Dumbledore. "This memory is mine. In it, you will see what Voldemort looked like when he reappeared ten years after he disappeared."

Ivan and Harry followed Dumbledore into the flowing silver substance and landed in the office they had just left.

Fawkes was fast asleep on his perch, with Dumbledore behind his desk.

He looked much the same now, with a long gray beard and perhaps a little less wrinkling.

The only difference between this office and the present one is that it is snowing outside, and light blue snow flakes float past the window in the dark and pile up on the window sill outside.

The younger Dumbledore seemed to be waiting for something, and sure enough, there was a knock on the door after a while, and he said, "Come in."

Ivan looked for a more comfortable position, and he saw Voldemort walking in.

Although he was prepared in his heart, Ivan was still taken aback. The face of Voldemort in front of him was different from now, not so snake-like, his eyes were not so red, his face was not like a mask, and he was not like Riddle. handsome look.

His face seemed burnt, the features blurred, queerly twisted like wax.

The whites of the eyes seem to be permanently filled with blood, but the pupils are still normal, not like they have completely become two slits now.

Besides, he wore a long black cloak, and his face was as white as the snowflakes on his shoulders.

It's really scary, this is definitely what a monster in a nightmare or a horror story looks like, a horror-level monster!

Dumbledore behind the table didn't show any surprise. This visit was obviously scheduled, and he was also prepared for Voldemort's appearance.

"Good evening, Tom, it's been a long time!" Dumbledore said relaxedly, "Sit down."

"Thank you." Voldemort sat down on the chair Dumbledore pointed to, his voice was cold, "I heard they said that you became the headmaster, a respectable choice."

"I'm glad you agree." Dumbledore smiled. "May I buy you a drink?"

"Thank you very much," said Voldemort. "It's just what I need. I've come a long way."

Dumbledore stood up and walked briskly to the cabinet where the Pensieve now stood, but it was full of wine bottles.

He handed Voldemort a glass of wine, poured himself a glass, and returned to his desk.

"So, Tom, what brings you here?"

Voldemort didn't answer right away, but just sipped and savored the wine, seeming to enjoy it.

"They don't call me Tom anymore, it's been a long time since I've been called that, and now I'm called..."

"I know what you are called!" Dumbledore smiled happily, "but to me, you will probably always be Tom Riddle, the little boy I met in the orphanage. One of the annoying things about teachers, Tom, is that they never quite forget where the students were."

He raised his glass to toast Voldemort. Voldemort was still expressionless, and the atmosphere in the room changed subtly and became much colder in an instant.

Dumbledore's refusal to use Voldemort's chosen title was refusing to let Voldemort dictate the conversation.

Voldemort clearly felt it too, not just dominating the conversation, the title Tom seemed to annoy him, something he didn't want to recall or admit.

"I'm surprised you've been here so long!" said Voldemort after a pause, swirling the wine in his glass. "I've always wondered how a wizard like you never wants to leave school."

"Oh!" said Dumbledore, still smiling, "there is nothing more important to a wizard like me than to teach ancient arts and train young minds. If I remember correctly, you have seen the teacher Career attraction."

"I can still see it now!" said Voldemort, "I just wonder why you are often asked by the Ministry of Magic, and it seems that someone who has been nominated for the Minister of Magic twice, would be willing to..."

"Three times actually, but a career in the Ministry of Magic never appealed to me. It's something we have in common, I think."

Voldemort lowered his head without smiling, and took another sip of his wine, as if trying to figure out what to say next.

The atmosphere in the office was delicate, Dumbledore did not break the silence between the two, but looked forward to Voldemort speaking first with a happy expression.

He has always taken the initiative, whether it is in momentum or in topic. In the entire wizarding world, only Dumbledore can do this.

"I'm back!" said Voldemort after a moment, "perhaps a little later than Professor Dippet expected... but back in order to reapply for the job he said I was too young for." position. I have come to ask you to allow me to return to this castle to teach, and you must know that I have seen and done a lot since I left here, and I can teach your students things that they will never learn from other wizards."

Dumbledore looked at Voldemort over his glass for a moment before saying, "Yes, I know you've seen and done a lot since you left us. Rumors of what you've done have reached your alma mater, Tom. . I would be very sorry if half of them were to be believed."

"Really? Regret?" said Voldemort, still deadpan. "Greatness breeds envy, envy breeds malice, and malice breeds lies. You must know that, Dumbledore."

"Oh, you call what you do great, don't you?" Dumbledore asked gracefully.

"Of course!" said Voldemort, his eyes seemed to be burning red. "I have done many experiments and may have advanced magic to an unprecedented level..."