Chapter 1380

A younger Dumbledore was sitting in the chair behind the desk, clearly waiting for someone.

Not long after.

Voldemort entered.

His appearance at this time was no longer handsome; although he didn't look as much like a snake as Harry had seen, he already had the prototype of a snake.

His face looked as if it had been burned; his features were blurred and strangely twisted.

In short, if he walked out and said he was that Tom Riddle, I'm afraid no one would believe it.

"Good evening, Tom!"

"I heard you became Headmaster, a respectable choice."

Voldemort said coldly.

Dumbledore laughed.

"A glass of wine?"

"Thank you!"

Dumbledore took out a bottle of wine and poured a glass for Voldemort and himself.

"So, Tom, what wind blew you here..."

"I don't go by the name Tom now, they call me..."

"I certainly know what they call you, for example, they are waiting in the Hog's Head, preparing to celebrate you becoming a Hogwarts instructor!"

"Nothing can be hidden from you. I am here to apply for Defense Against the Dark Arts; I want to teach my philosophies to my students!"

Voldemort said, full of grand rhetoric.

Dumbledore laughed.

"If your actions are even half of what the rumors say, then Hogwarts could never accept you."

"Greatness invites jealousy, jealousy breeds spite, spite spawns lies, doesn't it?"

"I have walked a very, very long road; I have pushed the Dark Arts to an incredible height..."

"No, no, no, it's certain magic; in certain fields, you are still so childish."

"Dumbledore, I know you are going to talk about love again. What is love? I don't understand, nor do I need to understand. Can love make you immortal? Can love make you powerful?"

"No, only the Dark Arts can!"

Dumbledore sneered and put down his wine glass.

"Pardon my bluntness, Tom, you came here for a position you don't really want to get. What exactly do you want to do?"

"No, I really..."

"Don't lie to me, I am not a fool..."

"If that is your conclusion..."

"Yes, my conclusion is that I will not accept you to be an instructor here, Tom. The time when I could scare you with a burning cupboard is over; I have no way..."

"Then there is nothing more to say!"

Voldemort looked deeply at Dumbledore.

Then he opened the door and walked out.

Dumbledore pulled them out.

Harry couldn't help but ask: "Did he really want to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"Oh, he should have wanted to... After all, so many years have passed, and no professor has been able to teach for more than a year."

"Then why did he come back?"

Harry asked hurriedly.

Dumbledore took out Slughorn's memory.

"Then, we need to look at Horace's memory. I hope that after you finish watching, you can tell me your thoughts."

"I have already watched it in advance, and I must say, I have found the last piece of the puzzle."

"Darren's drunken episode was not in vain. I must say, Horace is truly a bold person!"