Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 363 Discussing the Disease
"What method, is it convenient to tell me?"

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he immediately added, "If it's not convenient, you can just talk about the possible results."

Voldemort nodded, thought for a while and said, "Let's discuss it alone."

"Okay, let's go talk then."

Dumbledore said decisively, then went out first, and borrowed a vacant ward from Melena.

"Don't worry, Augusta, we will do our best."

Dumbledore said this to Mrs. Longbottom, and then walked to the single room with Voldemort.

"Admirable qualities, Voldemort, it's not like you can say that."

As soon as he entered the room, Dumbledore did not rush to discuss the condition, but said this sentence instead.

Voldemort shrugged, looking like he didn't want to answer the question.

But Dumbledore obviously won't give up easily.

"Can you tell me why you say that?"

Seeing that Voldemort wanted to refuse, Dumbledore said again, "Believe me, if you really change, and it is a good change, then your career will have a lot less resistance.

"Resistance from me."

Dumbledore's words made Voldemort think seriously.

If anyone else in this world could cause him trouble, then he felt that only Dumbledore was there.

As for the others...

Not a single one can hit.

"Because of the bone donated by Merope unintentionally." Voldemort said coldly.

"Merope Gaunt?" Dumbledore asked with wide-eyed blue eyes, "What did she bring you?"

Looking at Dumbledore's curious expression, Voldemort could not wait to take a hard "pooh" on it.

"Love."

The word was squeezed through Voldemort's teeth, but it was uncannily true.

"Love?"

Dumbledore's eyes widened in surprise.

This made Voldemort wonder if his eyeballs were covered by the sockets.

Because the eyelids are wide enough, it is supposed to be impossible to prevent the eyeballs from rolling out of the sockets.

"Yes, Dumbledore, she loves me, I can feel it in her bones." Voldemort looked away, looking out the window at the bustling Muggle streets.

"Among them, is there her hatred for Mr. Bokin?" Dumbledore asked.

Voldemort frowned dissatisfied: "You always watch me, don't you?"

"That will put me at ease, Voldemort, which you know I must."

Dumbledore put on a helpless expression, but it only made Voldemort want to kick it.

"Yes, she hated Borgin, because if he hadn't bought her very valuable heirloom at a very cheap price, she felt that she would have the opportunity to take care of me... take care of the children to grow up."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he paused his cane in dissatisfaction and said, "Damn it, she is so cowardly that she dare not refuse the offer from that idiot Borgin."

Dumbledore looked at Voldemort who gritted his teeth with hatred and had a fierce look on his face. Instead of worrying, he showed a relieved smile.

"Pooh."

Voldemort turned his head to see his expression, couldn't bear it anymore, and spit out a mouthful.

A few spitting stars fell on each other's faces, but Dumbledore was not angry.

"Have you learned how to love?"

he asked while wiping his face with a handkerchief.

"I understood it earlier, it's very complicated, and I won't explain it to you." Voldemort said with a straight face.

Dumbledore had an expression of "I am so relieved", and did not continue this topic.

"You're not going to stop me from punishing Borgin, are you?" Voldemort asked.

"I am not a nosy old man, Voldemort."

After Dumbledore said this, he saw Voldemort curl his lips in disdain.

"Well, I just thought that punishment was right for him.

"But seriously, Voldemort, I've never had the ability to see evil directly, and I don't have that much cleanliness."

"Understandable."

Voldemort responded casually, which surprised Dumbledore again.

"You really believe it?" Dumbledore couldn't help asking.

"Slytherin still maintains his pride and selfishness, I'm not blind, Albus." Voldemort said coldly.

Dumbledore showed a happy smile, and he gave "my heart is very comforting" again.

"Well, Voldemort, what are you going to do about Frank's condition?"

Dumbledore, who had been relieved several times, finally brought the topic back on track and asked.

"This involves a special ability of mine, remembering the world..."

He didn't know everything, but Voldemort explained this ability to Dumbledore in general.

During this process, Dumbledore raised many doubts - in his opinion, this ability is so special that it is like putting a Pensieve in his head.

No.

It is something more complicated and useful than a Pensieve.

But Voldemort didn't give him much explanation, because it involved many of his secrets.

Although it seems that there is an opportunity for him and Dumbledore to live in peace.

But how long this situation can last, no one can say.

"Then what's your method?" Dumbledore asked, frowning, "You have to tell me this, right?"

"Let the memory start all over again, under the guidance of fate." Voldemort said.

"Fate..."

After Dumbledore murmured something, he stood silent for a long time.

"Then what are you worried about?"

Recovering from his stupor, Dumbledore asked again.

"Deviations, Dumbledore, and irreversible."

Voldemort frowned, and said while thinking, "I haven't seen the essence of fate, and that force is beyond my control, so..."

"Are you afraid that memory will take a different path under the guidance of fate?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes, Albus, and once that happens...or almost certainly will." Voldemort shook his head.

Dumbledore nodded, understanding.

"I understand that no matter what, that fate was initiated by you, so in the process of that fate guiding Frank and Alice, it will definitely favor you more."

"So, they might become Death Eaters, right?"

Voldemort didn't speak, but he nodded in agreement with Dumbledore's guess.

"What's there to worry about?" Dumbledore wondered, "Isn't it beneficial for you to increase the strength of the Death Eaters?"

"They are too weak, and even if cured, there may be some mental problems."

Voldemort answered, looking at Dumbledore.

On the other side's face, there was a clear expression of disbelief.

"Well, I'm also afraid that the result of this treatment will affect Neville's perception of me. Compared with Frank and Alice, I value Neville more." Voldemort said truthfully.

"Neville is very talented?" Dumbledore asked puzzled.

"Very tall, Albus, I even think he could take my mantle."

Voldemort's words surprised Dumbledore again.

(End of this chapter)