Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 160 The Cursed Position
On Thursday afternoon, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher's office.

Peter leaned on his forehead and looked wearily at the chaotic spell network on the desk.

After successfully building a small spell that automates the fun test, he turned his energy to a larger project.He intends to use the green spell to amplify Gabriela's dark magic detector and expand the detection range to the whole of England.

It turns out that using magic to create new rules out of thin air is extremely difficult, and the person he knows best at it is the Dark Lord, he recalls a little memory Dumbledore showed him after returning from the cave by the sea... …

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That was decades ago, when Dumbledore was already a gray-haired old man, but with slightly fewer wrinkles on his face.

It was snowing outside the window of the principal's office, and light blue snowflakes drifted past the window in the dark, and landed quietly on the balcony.

Soon, there was a knock on the door, and Dumbledore said, "Come in."

Voldemort walked in, his face was not so snake-like, his eyes were not so red, his features were vague, waxy, and twisted strangely, but his face still had a nose and pupils were not standing upright seam.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle's handsomeness has completely disappeared," Peter said to the older Dumbledore beside him.

"He deliberately mutilated his face so that he could get rid of the shadow of old Tom Riddle," said Dumbledore. "He underwent several dangerous transformations by dark magic, and his soul was so torn that he could no longer maintain human form."

The memory of Voldemort stepped forward, wearing a long black cloak and skin as white as the snowflakes on his shoulders.

Dumbledore behind the table showed no surprise. This visit was obviously booked.

"Sit down, Tom," Dumbledore said lightly.

"Thank you." Voldemort bowed slightly. His icy politeness was as usual, and Peter absurdly reminded him of Christine Evan. "I heard that you have become the headmaster, a respectable choice."

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

"Thank you so much," said Voldemort, but his voice was high and grim. "I've come a long way."

Dumbledore stood up, offered Voldemort a glass of wine, poured himself a glass, and returned to his desk.

"So, Tom...what brought you here?"

Voldemort didn't answer right away, just sipped his wine.

"They don't call me 'Tom' anymore, I'm called—"

"I know what you're called, but to me, you'll probably always be Tom Riddle. It's probably just teachers who never forget what their students were like."

He raised his glass as if to toast Voldemort, who remained expressionless.

The air in the room froze as Dumbledore refused to use Voldemort's chosen title, in effect refusing to allow Voldemort to dominate the conversation.

Peter couldn't help feeling that Dumbledore's skill in leading the dialogue is still invaluable to this day. He could use a few understatement to bring the resentful Snape back to the logic he chose. It can be seen that the power of this old wizard is not only Only in the magic.

"I'm surprised you've been at school for so long," said Voldemort after a pause, "for a wizard like you..."

"Oh," Dumbledore said with a smile on his face, "There is nothing I enjoy more than watching students grow. I remember you also saw the appeal of the teaching profession."

"I can still see..." Voldemort lowered his head and took a sip of red wine slowly, "I'm back, maybe a little later than Professor Dippet expected...but I'm back, and I hope you will allow me to come Come to this castle to teach, and I can teach your students magic that other wizards can't even dream of."

Dumbledore studied Voldemort over his cup for a moment before speaking.

"I know you've seen and done a lot since you left us," he said quietly. "Words of what you've done have reached your alma mater, Tom. I'd be very sorry if they were half believable. "

"Greatness breeds envy, envy breeds resentment, and resentment breeds lies," said Voldemort deadpan. "I think you must know that, Dumbledore."

"But what you have done...with all due respect, cannot be called 'great'," said Dumbledore.

"I have done countless experiments and pushed magic to an unprecedented level—" Voldemort's eyes seemed to be burning red.

"There are certain kinds of magic," Dumbledore corrected him calmly, "some, but about others you are still... pathetically ignorant..."

Voldemort's lips twisted into an evil smile, an expression more terrifying than rage. "Is it your 'love' again?" he said sarcastically, "I have seen nothing in the world to prove your famous point: Love is the greatest magic."

"Maybe you're on the wrong road, Tom." Dumbledore reminded, "That's why you're seeing the wrong scenery."

"So, where better than here - Hogwarts - for me to start a new study?" said Voldemort. "Will you let me come back? Will you let me share what I have learned with your students?" Is it? I entrust myself and my talents to you, at your command."

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.

"What about the people at your command? What about the—Death Eaters?" His tone became sharp.

Peter glanced at the real Dumbledore beside him. As the conflict between Dumbledore and Voldemort in his memory became more intense, Dumbledore's face became more serious.

"You still know everything, Dumbledore." Voldemort suppressed his anger.

Dumbledore put down the empty glass, sat up straight, and touched his fingertips together: "...Let's talk about it, why did you apply for a job that we both know you don't want?"

"On the contrary, I want it badly."

"Oh, you want to go back to Hogwarts, but you don't really want to teach. What do you want, Tom? Why can't you just be honest?"

Voldemort sneered: "If you don't want to give me a job—"

"Of course I don't want to." Dumbledore said firmly.

Voldemort stood up, his eyes burning like red-hot irons. "Then we have nothing to talk about."

"No more..." Dumbledore's face showed deep sorrow, "Tom, the time when I could scare you with a burning wardrobe is over, but, I hope... I hope..."

Voldemort ignored Dumbledore, who turned and walked away, closing the door behind him.

Dumbledore and Peter left this memory together. Peter understood that this memory clearly pointed to the Ravenclaw crown hidden by Voldemort in the Room of Requirement. Now that the crown has been destroyed, Dumbledore specially gave this memory What is the purpose?

After a long time, Dumbledore said slowly, "Decades ago, I lamented that I could no longer scare Tom with a burning wardrobe. Decades later, I discovered... the thing I regret most is scaring Tom with a burning wardrobe." he."

There was a moment of silence, Peter didn't know what to say.

"I preach 'love magic,' but the first day I met Tom, I showed him pure violence." He played with the long, knotty wand in his hand, "This Another failure in my life."

"After Voldemort was rejected, the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts was cursed by him with some kind of magic that could create rules. Since then, no one has been able to teach for more than a year. Peter, I don't know if you can..."

(End of this chapter)