Chapter 1514 Voldemort Looking for Love
"Some magic!" Dumbledore corrected him calmly. "Some, Tom, but about others you're still, well, with all due respect... pathetic ignorance."
Voldemort laughed for the first time, it was a contemptuous sneer, an evil expression, more terrifying than rage.
"Old argument," he said softly, "you are the same as ever, Dumbledore, but nothing I have seen in the world bears out your famous claim that love is stronger than my kind of magic. No, in my It seems that your so-called love is vulnerable to powerful magic."
"Oh, really? Maybe you're looking for the wrong place." Dumbledore reminded.
"So, where better to start a new research than here, than at Hogwarts?" said Voldemort. "Will you let me come back? Will you let me share what I have learned with your students Do I give myself and my talents to you, at your command? Also, can you help me find love here?"
The corner of Aiwen's mouth is slightly down. This is really an interesting topic, helping Voldemort find love in Hogwarts.
Does he need love?
Was there the love he was looking for at Hogwarts?
Also, love, does Voldemort really understand such complex emotions?
Hogwarts is not a school of love, teaching students how to get love. Those who know how to love can find love no matter where they are, and those who don't know will never understand, even if love is right under their eyes.
Sure enough, Dumbledore behind the desk frowned slightly.
"You want to go back to Hogwarts? Well, what about the people you command? What about the people who call themselves, or are said to call themselves, Death Eaters?"
Voldemort's eyes were glowing red again, and the slit-like nostrils were dilated.
Apparently, he didn't seem to expect Dumbledore to know the name Death Eater.
"My friends," he said after a moment's pause, "they'll go on without me, I'm sure."
"I'm glad to hear you call them friends!" said Dumbledore. "I thought they were more like your servants."
"You are wrong," said Voldemort.
"So, if I go to the Pig's Head Bar tonight, I won't see that group of people, Nott, Rozier, Mulciber, Dolohov, waiting for you to go back, right? What a loyal friend, with you Trekking so far on a snowy night and waiting there just to wish you a teaching position."
Dumbledore's knowledge of his entourage no doubt made Voldemort even more annoyed, and his eyes grew redder, but he calmed down almost immediately.
"You still know everything, Dumbledore."
"Oh, no, it's just a good relationship with the local bartender." Dumbledore said lightly, "Now, Tom..."
He put down the empty glass and sat up straight, touching his fingertips, which was his usual posture.
"Let's get this out of the way, why are you bringing your men here tonight, applying for a job that you and I both know you don't want?"
Hearing his words, Voldemort looked coldly surprised, "A job I don't want? On the contrary, Dumbledore, I want this job very much. Whether it is past, present, or future, I want it more desperately." To stay and teach at Hogwarts. This is my home, and I want to go home."
"I'm not terribly surprised that you consider Hogwarts your home, and any well-intentioned student is always welcome back to Hogwarts," said Dumbledore, "but to be honest, Tom, you really Never thought about teaching, at eighteen or now. What do you really want? Why can't you be honest for once?"
Voldemort sneered, "Dumbledore, if you don't want to give me a job..."
"Of course not!" Dumbledore said, "And I don't think you expected me to give it to you, but you still came and made an application. You must have something in mind."??
Voldemort stood up, scowling, looking less like Tom Riddle than ever.
"Is this your final decision?"
"Yes!" Dumbledore also stood up.
"Then we have nothing to talk about."
"Not anymore," said Dumbledore, with deep sorrow on his face. "It's not the same as it was twenty years ago, Tom. The time when I could frighten you with a burning wardrobe and force you to atone is long gone. But I hope Yes, Tom, I wish I could..."
Voldemort sneered, Dumbledore's attitude didn't move him at all, but enraged him even more. For a moment, he moved his hand to the wand in his pocket...
But the moment passed, Voldemort had turned away, the door was closing, and he was gone.
"Okay, let's go back!" Dumbledore said, taking Ivan and Harry back to the real office.
"Professor, why did he come back?" Harry asked immediately, "Have you figured it out yet?"
"I had some ideas before, and Ivan helped me to confirm part of them." Dumbledore said, "For example, when he came back that time, he hid a Horcrux in the Room of Requirement."
"The Room of Requirement?!" Harry murmured, a flash of inspiration in his mind.
It occurred to him that that place would not be shown on the Marauder's Map.
Malfoy has been disappearing inexplicably recently, has he gone there? !
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible. Although Dumbledore and Ivan told him not to care about it, Harry decided to continue tracking.
"Yeah, the Room of Requirement, where Voldemort hid Ravenclaw's diadem, I tracked it down for a long time before I found it." Ivan explained, adding, "Because Ms. clues..."
The gem on the crown is in Aiwen's hands. It is not only the key to the secret treasure left by Ravenclaw, but also a proof of wisdom, allowing the wearer to obtain absolute wisdom.
"Voldemort is very interested in things that have the history of Hogwarts, and the treasure keys left by the four creators are exactly this type of item." At the same time as the puzzles left by the founder, most of the Horcruxes can be found."
If you think so, you are really lucky!
"So Professor, did you find anything else about that meeting?" Ivan asked.
"Yes, I have to admit, his appearance alarmed me," said Dumbledore. "It was also at that time that I began to speculate that he made Horcruxes, but to be honest, I never imagined that he would descend to That's it. Well, that's the end of our class for tonight, and I hope you both get the memory of Slughorn as soon as possible, before I get the item..."