Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 166 Draco's Counterattack
Durmstrang's dignity was discredited, or so Karkaroff thought.

Before, he was only afraid of Dumbledore's lofty reputation, as for strength...

An old man over a hundred years old, what strength is he talking about.

Then, the entire land of Durmstrang Academy was almost torn apart...

That's too much.

You have this ability, Dumbledore, you should have said earlier.

I'm the kind of person who admits to being a coward when he sees Voldemort, and even if he is tried by the Ministry of Magic.

If you've been like this for a long time, I won't resist.

Karkaroff, who did not resist, brought Draco to Dumbledore.

"Communicate well, pay attention to the method, Mr. Dumbledore."

Karkaroff finished speaking with a smile, and without waiting for Dumbledore to answer, he took the initiative to back out, not forgetting to close the door.

There was no trace of arrogance on Dumbledore's face, he kept a peaceful look until Karkaroff left.

"Draco, I have some questions to ask you." Dumbledore looked at Draco.

Draco frowned, didn't pay attention to his question, but said puzzledly: "Principal, you just..."

Dumbledore nodded, and then he saw Draco slapped a jerk, and his eyes became hollow.

The little guy was really frightened. He suddenly remembered what the professor said last year:

Albus won't hurt you, but he can see your memories.

He was terrified at the time, but later his parents asked him to transfer to another school, and he immediately agreed.

Who knows how long school has only started-a month?no! —Dumbledore has come here after him?

Dumbledore didn't care about his Occlumency, he just said, "Colin is dead."

Draco tried to keep his mind quiet, not wondering who Colin was, not meeting Dumbledore's eyes.

Dumbledore looked at him quietly, his blue eyes filled with grief visible to the naked eye.

"He is a new student entering Hogwarts this year, a Muggle wizard, and I think that's why your professor chose him." Dumbledore said again.

Calm down, Draco, calm down... Draco told himself that, but he couldn't help himself.

In the depths of the empty cold gray eyes, waves of surprise flashed across.

"Look at me, Draco, I know your heart hasn't turned bad, you can still be saved."

Dumbledore's voice seemed to have magical powers for Draco, making him slowly raise his head.

Finally, the azure blue eyes and cold gray eyes looked at each other, and each pair of eyes glowed with magical light.

The former needs to be explored, while the latter needs to be shielded.

"What have you seen?" Dumbledore said softly, "One summer vacation, more or less, you will see a little, right?"

There was fear in the cold gray eyes.

He suddenly thought that one day, standing in front of the professor's door, he overheard the conversation between his father and the professor.

Damn, I should have said it then...he regretted it because he lied at the time that he didn't hear anything.

"Think about it, Decora, this will save more lives, you can."

Dumbledore's voice was still ringing in his ears, and the hollowness in Decora's eyes was fading.

In a daze, Decora saw a staircase shaking in front of her eyes.

Yes, he was very happy that day, bouncing towards the second floor of the small building.

"You stopped, Draco, and what did you see?" Dumbledore asked softly.

"A door, I didn't see anything, I just heard something." Draco said confusedly.

"Think about what you heard, Draco, you can remember." Dumbledore encouraged.

Draco's bewildered eyes were full of pictures of past memories.

And in Dumbledore's sight, he seemed to be there:

"Lucius, I have to find a safe enough place to hide them."

"But it's safe enough, sir, that no one would think of this place."

"No, it's a lot worse, you know how much that means to me..."

……

"No~~"

Draco suddenly covered his head and yelled, preventing Dumbledore from peeping into his memory.

Dumbledore frowned, hesitated a little, and waved his wand at Draco:
"Lucius, that's enough to affect my life and death."

"I know, sir, but no one thinks of it, everybody forgets..."

"Wait a minute..."

Footsteps sounded in the memory, followed by the sound of the door opening, and Quirrell's crooked body appeared in Dumbledore's sight through the memory defense line.

After watching everything quietly, Dumbledore waved his wand away.

"Snapped."

Malfoy sat down on the ground, gasping for breath.

His expression was distorted, and his expression was full of pain, but deep in his eyes, there was a look of thought.

Dumbledore stepped forward and took out a piece of chocolate from his robe: "Eat it, it will be much better."

Draco didn't refuse, but he didn't look up at Dumbledore either.

"I have to, Draco."

Dumbledore tried to touch Draco's head, but Draco turned his head away, "I apologize to you, Draco, but please allow me to tell the truth, they intended for me to see all this."

"Wow~ la la la~~"

Draco pushed aside the chocolate indifferently, and then threw it into his mouth, sarcastically in a low voice: "Is there any veritaserum here? Headmaster Dumbledore, chocolate that tastes like veritaserum?"

"No, kid." Dumbledore pulled Decora up and sat him in the chair. "You got involved in this too early, Draco, and it's not good for you."

"Is it wrong to be involved in my father's business?" Draco's voice was less indifferent, and he seemed to have regained his composure, "But you're right, the Dark Lord should have told me all this on purpose Listen."

Dumbledore stared at Draco and said, "When did you..."

"Just thinking of it, the Dark Lord told me about the deception in power."

Draco took the initiative to look at Dumbledore for the first time, his cold gray eyes were full of pride, "Limited disclosure of information is more conducive to confusing the enemy, Principal Dumbledore, have you been confused by the Dark Lord?"

"..."

Dumbledore was silent, he lowered his head and picked up the Elder Wand in his hand.

"You must be very concerned about the things that determine the life and death of the Dark Lord. This is enough to attract you."

Draco bit his lip in thought for a moment, then gave an evil grin, "You can even guess where he put those things, can't you?"

Dumbledore remained silent, but he still raised his head and looked at Draco with a complicated expression.

"Twelve years and four months, Principal Dumbledore, I'm not yet 12."

Draco seemed to have calmed down completely. He looked at Dumbledore with piercing eyes, and asked very aggressively, "Is it an honor for a white wizard to cast a spell on a child under the age of 13?"

"Colin Creevey, he was eleven years old, last night..."

"Did you find the answer with me?"

Draco interrupted him roughly, and stood up, straightening the wizard robes that had just become a little wrinkled because they were lying on the floor - he seemed to have grown up a lot in an instant after going through all this.

"I can't resist you, Principal Dumbledore, but I want to thank you, you let me know how annoying I was in the past, I used to oppress and despise those people with pure blood, just like you did, Thank you for teaching me a lesson."

Dumbledore looked down, looking ashamed.

"If there is nothing else, Principal Dumbledore, please allow me to leave first." Draco said.

Dumbledore played with the wand in his hand, but said nothing.

"Humph."

Draco snorted angrily, turned and left, leaving the old Headmaster alone in his chair, fiddling with the Elder Wand that Voldemort was so envious of.

But the old man's eyes were full of self-blame.

(End of this chapter)