Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Talking to Dumbledore was really weird.

"I don't quite understand, principal, why you are telling me this."

There was silence for a while, and after seeing that Dumbledore had calmed down a bit, Voldemort couldn't help but ask.

"You are excellent, Quirrell. After traveling, you have shown me your wisdom." Dumbledore praised without hesitation.

Voldemort looked ashamed, but deep down he was quite proud.

"I've heard that theory of yours, the Tasmania effect, and it's brilliant."

Voldemort's good mood disappeared instantly. Old Bee, you are still spying on me, right?

"You have wisdom but are not radical. You have courage but are not impulsive. You know your responsibilities and have the courage to shoulder them."

The series of compliments did not make Voldemort feel better.

The person being monitored will never identify with those who are monitoring him - the act of monitoring has already drawn a clear line between them.

"The wizarding world needs to be protected. Black magic will not disappear. There will always be new enemies." Dumbledore did not pay attention to Voldemort's emotions. He said to himself.

"You mean, that man is not the ultimate enemy?" Voldemort asked.

"You mean Voldemort?"

Dumbledore turned to look at him, which made him pretend to shudder.

"Don't mention that person's name, principal. You know that not everyone is as unafraid of him as you are." Facing Old Bee's gaze, he could only say this.

"I don't think you can, kid. You have wisdom, but he doesn't." Dumbledore said seriously.

Voldemort suppressed the anger and disdain in his heart and tried to appear serious and doubtful.

"Those who pursue eternal life and destroy their souls will gain nothing in the end."

Dumbledore withdrew his gaze and swayed leisurely again, "Of course he is not a clown, but he is just a powerful dark wizard. His destructive power is limited, kid."

Voldemort felt insulted. Dumbledore's description made him feel like a villain covered in tattoos and walking around shirtless on the street...

"He will always come back, right, Headmaster?" Voldemort asked. "How are we going to defeat him?"

"That's not something you have to think about, kid." Dumbledore still said nonchalantly, "I will solve this problem before I die."

The corner of Voldemort's mouth twitched. He felt that Dumbledore was disgusting. He didn't want to live anymore, and he wanted to drag him to death. He was really unhuman.

"Then what should I do, Headmaster?" Voldemort asked.

"Protect the wizarding world, kid, and fix the problems you see."

Dumbledore said lazily, "Every generation has its own responsibilities. Grindelwald and I are of the same generation, and Voldemort is the generation after him. If he affects Snape, it will be difficult for him to influence him downwards. Your generation is the new generation."

"Where are Harry and the others?" Voldemort asked.

"They are still young. The most I can do is plant the seeds of love in their hearts. After that, I can't influence them anymore."

Dumbledore looked at him with a smile, "My abilities are limited, kid. I am not the kind of person who affects the world. I don't have such ability."

"It's just that fate didn't give you such an opportunity, Headmaster." Voldemort said.

"A very novel idea, tell me what you think." Dumbledore looked at Voldemort with interest.

"If what happened to your mother hadn't happened, if you hadn't had to go home to protect your sister as soon as you graduated, if your... hadn't had that accident, you might have changed the world with great enthusiasm, right?" Voldemort asked.

The smile on Dumbledore's face disappeared. He rocked the rocking chair silently and looked deeply at the roof, as if looking at the stars in the sky.

Dumbledore didn't speak for a long time, and Voldemort was also silent.

Voldemort was a little excited, excited to have a heart-to-heart talk with Dumbledore, and he was willing to do so even if he said more things that he felt he shouldn't say.

"Thank you for saying that, it makes me happy, but in fact, fate has already planned our trajectory, and every step of taking this trajectory is difficult." Dumbledore said.

Voldemort's eyes lit up, fate, this was a topic he wanted to discuss.

"How can we be sure that everything that happens is fate?" Voldemort asked.

Dumbledore turned around, with a smile on his face again, "You must have a high regard for fate."

Voldemort was stunned, not quite understanding what he meant.

"Everything that happens is arranged by fate, but fate is not that powerful. It follows everyone's heart and the trajectory of everything, that's all." Dumbledore said calmly.

"But... doesn't it mean it can't be changed?" Voldemort was confused.

"When you are addicted to it, of course you can't change it." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Things that you believe in will definitely have an impact, so slowly, everything will move towards the track of destiny."

"Am I affecting my destiny?" Voldemort asked in surprise - is it because of myself that everything is going according to the plot in my memory?

"Of course you are."

Dumbledore said firmly, "I used to hate Muggles and the Ministry of Magic, but finally my mentality changed. Do you think it was fate that came to me and handed me all this?"

"Isn't it?" Voldemort asked.

"Of course not. It was my parents who taught me to be kind, and it was my brother who restrained himself and made me examine my heart. There are so many people who influence me, but the most important thing is myself."

"Isn't this fate?"

"If you insist on saying that, it's fate, but essentially, I don't think so."

Dumbledore shook his head and indicated that he did not want to delve deeper into this issue, "Let's talk about magic. What do you want to add to it?"

Old Bee refused to talk any further, and Voldemort had no choice but to give up. He had already gone too far and did not dare to say anything more.

"I haven't thought about it yet, my talent bothers me." Voldemort said helplessly - Lin Zuo's consciousness only thinks so, Voldemort's remnant soul means that I have extraordinary talent.

"This is why I showed you more memories. Grindelwald does not believe that there is a curse on knowledge. In [The Origin of Magic], I also speculated on the existence of the 'essence of magic'. I think that is a question worth thinking about." question."

Voldemort nodded. It was indeed because of that guess that he had more interactions with Dumbledore.

That guess he also put into the book studied by Muggles.

I hope to get a more in-depth analysis from Muggles...

Voldemort thought this way, and asked several questions he had recently encountered in magic, and Dumbledore gave the answers one by one.

This principal, who was over a hundred years old, was so knowledgeable that Voldemort was envious of him.

"I hope we still have a chance to chat, Quirrell. Thank you for your company tonight." The two chatted until the morning light appeared, and Dumbledore took the initiative to end the process.

"I have benefited a lot from you, thank you for your teaching." Voldemort said from the bottom of his heart.

The title of this chapter is very appropriate. As expected, the recommendation position has been stopped. It has not been recommended. It is one place away. It will be released on the 1st of next month. I have great ambitions, but I am exhausted physically and mentally. This is generally the feeling.

Believe in fate but don't accept it, it's easy to know but hard to do, painful, painful! work hard!

I want to finish this book. Eight or nine years ago, I wrote Harry Potter: Malfoy’s Glory, but it was unfinished and I regretted it for many years.

Time flies, rushes.

Thank you all for your support all the way. I don’t want to change my destiny, I just want to be on the road and have a happy ending! ! !

Thank you, thank you, thank you!