A Hogwarts dissertation guide

But Harry didn't believe it at all. Voldemort should be over 60 years old by now. How could he be only [-] or [-] years old like Assistant Riddle?

He swallowed and continued.

"...Then Riddle put his hand on Malfoy's arm. There was a tattoo on it, a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth - and my scar started to hurt. It hurt so much that it hurt. I woke up from the pain."

Dumbledore just looked at him.

"Well—that's all," said Harry.

"Oh," Dumbledore said calmly, "That's right. So, has your scar hurt before? Especially last term."

"Once," said Harry, "on the first day of school."

"Tell me what that situation is." Dumbledore said, "I'm very curious about what situations can make your scar hurt."

"At that time...I saw Professor Snape, and the scar hurt like a stab wound."

Dumbledore stood up and paced back and forth behind the table, but soon he stopped as if something suddenly occurred to him.

"Professor?" Harry called softly 2 minutes later.

Dumbledore raised his head and looked at Harry.

"I'm sorry." He said softly, and sat down at the desk again.

"You—do you know why my scar hurts?"

Dumbledore looked at Harry carefully for a while, and then said: "I only have one guess, but I'm not sure yet. I'm afraid I have to discuss it with Professor Lumpo. I have to admit that he is better than me in many aspects." It goes much farther.”

"Then can you tell me?" Harry asked eagerly.

Dumbledore seemed hesitant, as if he was worried about telling such an important thing to a second year student.

"I think your scar will hurt when Voldemort is close to you, or when he has a particularly strong desire for revenge."

"But...why?" Harry was puzzled.

"I think it may be because of the unsuccessful spell that connected you to Voldemort." Dumbledore said, "This is not a simple scar."

"Then do you think... that dream... is real?"

"It's possible," said Dumbledore. "I'd say - quite possible. Harry - did you see anything else?"

"No," said Harry, "only Riddle, the Malfoys - wait, you mean Riddle is Voldemort."

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid that's the case." Dumbledore said solemnly.

"Then he was in the castle at the time - was he the one who killed Professor Scrimgeour?" Harry said in surprise, as if he connected everything, and things suddenly became clear.

"Riddle was the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets last year, right? He did everything!" Harry roared. He simply couldn't accept this fact: Dumbledore actually let Voldemort do evil in the castle, and finally let him escape. castle.

"Harry, things are not what you think." Dumbledore looked at Harry across the desk and said, he looked much older for a while.

"Professor!" Harry shouted angrily.

Dumbledore sighed heavily.

For a while, neither of them spoke.Dumbledore stared ahead, and Harry was sulking to himself. He had already decided to tell Hermione and Ron all these things, and they would definitely be on his side.

At worst, it's like trying to get through a test in first grade and finding a solution on your own.

"Professor," Harry finally said, "Voldemort has returned and was resurrected in Hogwarts. Don't you have anything to say?"

"Harry," Dumbledore looked at Harry and said, "I can only give you some guesses. Maybe I am too old, maybe I am confused. My guess is not necessarily correct. This is just the worst guess."

Dumbledore sighed again, looking even older and tired.

"Voldemort is undoubtedly a master of Legilimency. Even I dare not say that he is stronger than him," he said. "Perhaps what you see is just what Voldemort wants you to see. He hopes to divide us and make you and me produce something different." Disgusting."

Dumbledore looked at Harry very seriously.

"I don't think you should jump to conclusions yet until you are sure that your dreams are real," Dumbledore said.

Harry clicked Steal.There was silence between the two, and Harry felt it was time for him to leave, but his anger kept him sitting still.

"Professor?" he called again.

"What's the matter, Harry?" said Dumbledore.

"Well...can I ask...are the recent rumors outside...about Voldemort's return, all true?"

"Yes." Dumbledore said seriously, "Although I did not go to the Ministry of Magic immediately and did not see that 'Voldemort', my intelligence tells me that that person is definitely Voldemort."

"Harry, you have to promise me not to tell any third person about our conversation today."

Dumbledore looked at Harry sharply, "I don't want students to panic, but I will tell them at the end of the semester that they should have the right to know.

"No problem, Professor." Harry said, but he remembered that when he saw Snape on the road, before Dumbledore drove him away, he hurriedly asked, "Professor, I saw Professor Snape has been Covering his left hand... Malfoy also seems to have a tattoo on his hand..."

"That's not your concern, Harry. It's too early for you." Dumbledore shook his head, "But I promise you, I will tell you everything when the time is right." .”

"He is also a follower of Voldemort, isn't he?" Harry blurted out.

The room fell silent for a moment, and Harry stared into Dumbledore's light blue eyes, and what he really wanted to ask suddenly blurted out.

They looked at each other for a few seconds before Dumbledore said, "This is a matter between Professor Snape and myself, Harry."

Harry knew the interview was over.Dumbledore didn't look angry, but there was a hint of end to end in his tone, and Harry could tell it was time for him to go.He stood up, and so did Dumbledore.

"Harry," Dumbledore said, "promise me not to tell anyone else about today's events, not even your best friend."

"Okay, Professor," Harry said, turning to leave.

Dumbledore watched Harry leave, then turned back towards the stairs with some concern.

When Snape and Edward returned to the room, Snape pulled up the sleeve of his left arm almost immediately.

"The mark turned black, again." Snape looked sideways at Edward's handsome-nosed face, "This is the second time in the past few days."

"Really?" Edward said softly, "Do you want to follow in Voldemort's footsteps?"