[HP] Seven Nights Talk

Dumbledore did not answer immediately, and there was another suffocating silence between the two.His hand remained on top of his wand and his head never moved, nor did he take his eyes off the person across from him.

Few people know what Voldemort looked like - he and Hagrid probably know about the whole of Hogwarts, and there must be no more than ten others, such as Slughorn.That is to say, if it is pretending, the scope will be greatly reduced.He only had to ask a few old friends to find out what the hell was going on with this.So, trying to confuse him on this point would be a very foolish choice.

And as for saying it's true... He was 12 skeptical about this guess.There is no doubt that Voldemort has been lurking in the forests of Albania since he failed to kill Harry and became less than a ghost.Voldemort then seduced Quirrell and let the latter take him into Hogwarts, which is also certain.And if the person who can suck people into mummies is very likely to be Voldemort who escaped, the person in front of him is really unlikely——

If Voldemort had been able to walk in front of him physically, then the Death Eaters could not have been so peaceful, without any news for a year.He knew Voldemort, and the other party was absolutely impatient when he was able--Voldemort wanted the world to kneel at his feet, including death; he enjoyed suspicion, fear, and surrender; I have been hiding myself for the next year, so that I will not give up any opportunity to promote force in the future.Especially now, after having to live in hiding for ten years, if he had the strength, Voldemort would definitely publicize his return in a high-profile way to avenge those ten years.

Finally Dumbledore shook his head. "It's nothing. Older people like to reminisce. Sit down," he waved his wand, pulling a chair out of the air. "Mead or something?"

"No, thank you," Voldemort replied.He sat down, eyes rolling from Dumbledore's face to the knotted elder wand in his hand.He still remembered that he didn't kill Harry with the so-called omnipotent wand, but instead entered a white place... So he raised his eyes again, meeting that blue gaze.Of course, they were both Occlumency masters and Legilimency masters, so nothing would happen in this kind of contact.

Dumbledore certainly didn't really want to drink mead.In this case, he needs an absolutely clear mind, not alcohol that can paralyze the nerves.And when Voldemort looked at the elder wand, he observed the elder wand's expression very carefully—it looked very calm, and he didn't know whether he didn't recognize it or dismiss it.Generally speaking, the probability of the former will be higher.Although this was not the most important thing, he also relaxed a little bit. "That's neglect of hospitality, please don't mind. Shall we start now?"

"Please." Voldemort smiled politely.He could see that Dumbledore was still on high alert for him, which was normal.Just like Dumbledore didn't like him, he never liked Dumbledore, it can even be said to be extremely disgusting; but he already knew what to say and what expression to someone from a very young age, and he wanted to It is a bit difficult for him to reveal his secrets at such a critical moment.Isn't it just a process of recruiting teachers?Even if he failed last time, he will definitely not fail this time.

Harry couldn't see anything at the moment, except for the humming of the spindly-legged silverware in the headmaster's office and the occasional chirping of Phoenix Fawkes.He could also hear the conversation between Voldemort and Dumbledore, nothing more than the usual questions - what did you do before, why did you want to be a teacher, why did you choose Hogwarts - the questions were straight and the answers were well-behaved.He couldn't imagine that the meeting he had been worried about had actually become a normal interview.

How can this be?If it had been him, he would have picked up his wand, pointed at Voldemort, and asked him to explain his relationship with the Dark Lord, Harry thought.But he didn't expect that if it happened as he thought, then Dumbledore would not be Dumbledore.Then he thought of what Voldemort had said before entering the door - "I know him better than you" - and couldn't help being slightly aggrieved.Well, he had to admit that neither Voldemort nor the Headmaster had the ability to guess what they were going to do before they explained it themselves.

Finally, Dumbledore flipped through the resumes on the table and couldn't find any doubts.It seemed that apart from a very similar face and in some respects the same name, the youth was beyond reproach.In fact, he really wanted to ask, are you an admirer of Voldemort, but he forced himself to swallow the words.Because he has never heard of such a person, and it is better not to startle the snake at this point-he can drag it out, and then go to Slughorn, Ollivander, and the other party in the next few days. Some shopkeepers on the corner alley.

"I am very satisfied with your answer." Dumbledore said.He had already sat down at this time, his slender fingers tapping lightly on the table.

Voldemort showed a smug smile in his heart.Of course, he had been preparing for this for a whole year, and he deliberately entered all the information related to the pseudonym into the French Ministry of Magic, pretending to be a Frenchman, just to prevent Dumbledore from finding out the flaws.But on his face, he still maintained that proper smile: "Thank you for your compliment."

"However," Dumbledore changed the subject, "Although this has nothing to do with teaching, I still have a question to ask."

It's probably political, Voldemort thought. "Please say."

"I wonder," Dumbledore asked, his fingers no longer tapping on the tabletop, but crossed and the tips of them resting on his chin, "what do you think of Harry Potter?"

Harry in his sleeves fell asleep listening to their social language, and it took three seconds for his own name to come back to his senses.Wait, what does it matter to him?Did Professor Dumbledore think Voldemort would go to such lengths to go around the school and kill him?

Sensing the slight movement from his fingers, the smile on Voldemort's face remained unchanged.He changed his sitting position, naturally put his left hand in his right, and wrapped the ring through his sleeve. "I don't know him yet—I hear he's the savior?"

fraud!Listen to this innocent voice!Harry cried out inwardly.Who knows, they have known each other for many years, and... He blushed and stopped imagining the next thing, trying to concentrate on listening to the next words.It is impossible for Professor Dumbledore to ask any random question...

"Oh, I forgot, France probably isn't as familiar with this name as Britain." Dumbledore nodded. "Then you should have a general idea of ​​what happened to it—can you tell me how you feel about it?"

Voldemort paused, and clenched his hands indistinctly.It was impossible for Dumbledore to know that Harry was here now, and a question that was not too much to ask became very acute. "Which aspect do you want to ask?"

"Right or wrong, I think everyone has judged it..." Dumbledore said slowly, without taking his eyes off the person opposite, he wanted to notice all changes in expression and subtle movements. "Just in this matter, your summary?" Roald is more than enough to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and there are only two doubts left.Neither the Dark Lord nor the Death Eaters could fail to respond to this event that marked the end of an era.

Voldemort was silent for a moment.During that time, he was worried that Harry might lose control of himself.But the ring didn't move at all, and seemed to be waiting for his answer.Then he took a deep breath and said, "Harry is a good boy."

It sounded wrong, but Dumbledore understood.A good can represent many meanings, combined with the tone of the other party's statement, it undoubtedly represents a positive attitude. "Indeed, we all know this." He still maintained that posture, waiting for the other party to continue.

There was another brief silence. "A man must pay for what he has done," said Voldemort, his tone as deadpan as before.

Dumbledore was staring at his fingers unconsciously rubbing his sleeves, but was shocked when he heard this sentence.To ordinary people, this undoubtedly means that Voldemort failed to kill, but instead was rebounded by the death curse, resulting in his own death; but to him, it was not the case-the heavy meaning contained in this sentence reminded him of the blond with flying hair. The teenager, his own summer vacation in Godric's Hollow, and Ariana falling after a green light.

With this kind of emotion, all the previous doubts, worries and temptations disappeared, and all that was left was remorse and guilt. "...you're right," Dumbledore whispered.He lowered his head slightly, blinked his eyes twice quickly, and then raised his head and continued: "Come here today, I will send you an owl with the results."

Voldemort guessed why he thought it could be over, just nodded and stood up.At other times, he might have gloated about it, but now is obviously not the time to do that kind of thing.He clenched his hands and left quickly.

It was long after he was gone before Dumbledore rose from his chair.He walked to the window and looked at the endless dark green forest in the distance.Whether doing good or bad things, people have to take responsibility for what they have done.Ariana will never come back from the dead, will he never be able to claim his own responsibility?From this point of view, is there no winner between him and Grindelwald?

On the other hand, Voldemort apparated back to Privet Drive with Harry.Harry was no longer considered a minor, and there was no trace of him anymore, so the Ministry of Magic couldn't detect this.And the Order of the Phoenix didn't know about it yet, so it was easier to hide it from the Dursleys.So if they are careful, no one will find out.

Harry felt his feet touch the ground as soon as he entered his room, and the Transfiguration Charm was removed from him.He looked up at Voldemort, who was looking back at him.No one spoke, and then Voldemort looked away, walking in the direction of the bedside table.

Harry reached out and grabbed him, trying to ease the stiffness.He can't say that you are right, nor can he say that you have finally rethought the past and broke into a sweat for a while.Finally, he finally came up with a sentence: "As long as we can succeed in seven years, this problem will be solved, won't it?"

According to his thinking, if the answer is yes, Voldemort should turn around and give him a hug; if the answer is no...no, how could there be no!They're bound to succeed, aren't they?

But Voldemort's reaction wasn't anything Harry had envisioned.He just turned around, gave Harry another look, and then put his hand over the top of Harry's messy head.When the finger slid down, it just brushed the edge of the scar.Other than that, nothing else.

The temperature was gone in a flash, and Harry felt an indescribable uneasiness creep over him.He took a step forward and hugged him tightly.