Everyday players at Hogwarts

In a castle in Nottingham Forest, Ryan was lying on his side on the sofa, unable to help but review everything just now in his mind.

If that part of Voldemort's soul is really his conscience, then his part may be the reason why the young wizards who were attacked in the original world line did not die.

Also, I really didn’t expect that Dumbledore would do this.

In the original world line, he allowed the diary to run rampant in Hogwarts just to make Voldemort, who might still be connected to his Horcrux, think that he didn't know about the existence of Horcruxes.

By the way, it can also be used to test whether Voldemort cannot sense the destruction of his own Horcrux.

This is an important reference for Dumbledore's plan later.

However, if Voldemort was more powerful and could really feel the destruction of Horcruxes, then Dumbledore's method for dealing with each Horcrux would probably be to train Harry and take him to quickly scan all the Horcruxes that he had found or might Where there are Horcruxes.

Even if he is still confused by the existence of the Resurrection Stone and is ready to find it alone, I am afraid he will not be so hastily attracted to the Resurrection Stone on the Horcrux in Gaunt's old house. The sense of responsibility in his heart will drive him He gave up the unrealistic thoughts in his heart.

Thinking about it this way, the reason why Dumbledore in the original world line was so easily shaken was because he already had a foolproof plan that he could carry out even after his own death.

Ryan cleared his throat, and Jack appeared beside him, bringing Jerry, the black cat, who was still sleeping. Ryan picked it up, petted the cat, and continued to watch the unfinished scene.

"Ah, Riddle, how could you-"

"Dumbledore, what's going on?" shouted an old wizard who looked frail in the picture frame in the principal's office.

"Hello, long time no see, Professor Dippet." Riddle nodded slightly.

"Armando, it's just Tom." Dumbledore, as usual, said nothing and left people guessing.

"Well, I understand what the materials you collected are for." In another frame, there is a smart-looking man with a goatee, wearing silver and green Slytherin clothes. Wu said this.

This was Sirius's grandfather Phineas, who was from the Black family. They even had knowledge of Horcruxes, and they knew the most about black magic.

"The diary disappeared." Seeing that Armando was still a little confused, Phineas reminded him.

"Ah, I see."

"Dumbledore, although we are obliged to serve the current Headmaster of Hogwarts, I have made mistakes with Riddle."

"Whatever you are going to do, I suggest you reconsider." Armando said breathlessly.

"It's so hurtful, Professor Dippet, that you were planning to let me become a professor at the beginning." Riddle said with a pretense of melancholy.

"Shut up, Tom," Dumbledore snapped.

"I understand, Master~" Riddle said in a pretentious voice with a vibrato.

"I understand, just like the Defense Against the Dark Arts class I had at that time, use black magic to fight against black magic."

"Fight Voldemort with Voldemort," Phineas said confidently.

"I think not, Phineas."

"Tom, please be serious. Now I need you to provide me with a lesson plan for school years one to seven."

"Hurry up, I think I need to review and revise it multiple times." Dumbledore said to Riddle, who was part of Voldemort, in a tone of "What's for dinner tonight?"

At this time, all the characters in the frame took a breath of air.

"He is only 16 years old at this time, right? He is a professor?"

"Dumbledore, are you confused? You already have one this year and another one next year? Do you like Voldemort to be a professor at Hogwarts so much?"

"I suggest you think about it again."

"I thought you were infallible, Dumbledore."

......

At this time, almost all the characters in the frame were talking in a variety of ways.

"I think we should listen to Dumbledore first. He is the best among us." A shrewd-eyed witch raised a very thick wand, like a birch branch.

"No need to explain anything, I believe Dumbledore!" shouted a portrait of a fat wizard with a red nose.

"Thank you, Fusco, but I think I still need to say a few words." Dumbledore wiped his eyes movedly.

"Is this Dexter Fusco?"

"To thank you for your trust, I still remind you."

"I don't know if Florin Fusco, the owner of Florin's Soda Shop, is still alive, but he was still alive the last time I connected to the part of my soul that occupied my physical body."

"At that time, I was interested in the most famous wand in history and wanted to use it to defeat Dumbledore."

"And Florin, who is proficient in the history of magic and familiar with various unofficial histories, is one of my targets." Riddle reminded him in a soft tone.

"I think I'm going to go ahead and tell the descendants of my asshole who owns a soda fountain," Fusco said.

"Aha, has he forgotten that he is so fat because of eating cold drinks?"

"In my opinion, his descendants are just like him, pretty good. Unlike my abominable great-great-grandson who refused to go on a blind date!" Phineas laughed at first, and then looked like he was gritting his teeth.

"Phineas, children have their own choices." Dumbledore, who is also a bachelor and has no children, couldn't help but speak for Sirius.

"Don't forget what we mainly want to hear?" In the frame, an old witch with long silver curls reminded her.

"Ah, I almost forgot, thank you for reminding Doris." Phineas tugged at his goatee to get out of the emotion just now.

"Before you explain, there's something I'm curious about," Riddle said.

"What is it?" said Dumbledore. The principals in the picture frame all pursed their lips, but they still pricked up their ears curiously.

"'What does it mean to have one already this year, and another one next year?'" Riddle asked curiously. If it was true, he suspected that he had been deceived by Dumbledore, and was finally killed.

If it was what he thought, Dumbledore wouldn't resurrect one of his Horcruxes every year as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and then kill him in the end.

"Your main body (Riddle frowned in displeasure) is attached to the back of the head of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor last school year, so he can barely be considered as the professor of this course last year and this year."

"And you will also become the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts this year and next year, that is, the 1992-1993 school year." Dumbledore said in a sincere tone, sensing Riddle's uneasiness.

"Oh, is that so? It seems that he died once. Where was his slave? What happened to him? He was defeated by you, right?" Riddle asked in a casual tone, and the last sentence was in an unquestionable affirmative tone. .

"No, Quirrell, that's the professor."

"Both he and your main body were defeated by Harry, and your main body could only escape in despair in the end." Dumbledore said in a low voice, thinking of the death of Quirrell again.