Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 91 Dumbledore's Memory

Malfoy Manor, study.

Voldemort's wand pointed to his temple, and a strand of flowing silver was pulled out.

Malfoy and his wife had long since withdrawn, and now Voldemort was alone in the room, and Quirrell, spilling memories into the Pensieve.

"It's done, master." Quirrell said in his mind.

"Okay, you go to rest." Voldemort said.

Regaining control of his body, Voldemort took a deep breath, and slowly touched the tip of his nose to the strange substance.

Suddenly, the huge study in Malfoy's house began to shake, and Voldemort's body began to lean forward. He instinctively wanted to refuse, but his consciousness fell in the next second.

In the dark and cold world, Voldemort's consciousness kept sinking until he was swallowed by a black vortex.

Suddenly, the darkness and vortex disappeared, and he appeared in a quaint and exquisite room, directly opposite a burning fireplace, and a row of exquisite portraits hung on the wall.

There was no Dumbledore in front of him, and Voldemort was about to turn around to look for it, but a voice came before he could move...

"There is no curse of knowledge, Albus, you have been deceived."

The sudden voice was full of enthusiasm and publicity. Voldemort turned his head and saw a handsome young man raising his hands passionately.

"People keep telling you, you can't do it, you have to believe it, you can't, you have to obey, hell, they spend their lives proving that they are ordinary and ordinary..."

Every time the young man said a few words, he would wave his arms contagiously until he came to the long table—the young version of Albus Dumbledore, who was sitting there looking up with admiration.

The young man pressed his hands on the long table forcefully, making a muffled sound, and then stared down at the young principal.

"Albus, listen to me, Albus."

His voice was bewitching, and Voldemort had been drawn to his enthusiasm without even knowing what he was trying to convey.

"Those ordinary people, they have lived an ordinary and ordinary life enough, but they want to keep talking about the truth, just to pull you into the ordinary."

"Reject them, Albus, you're a genius, reject them," he growled, frantic again.

"Clap."

The excited young headmaster accidentally knocked off the decorations on the table, which made the handsome young man avert his gaze, and restrained his enthusiasm a little bit.

But Albus Dumbledore didn't care about all of this. He stared intently at the young man in front of him, and asked, "Gellert, what should I do?"

"Follow your talent, Albus."

The handsome young man walked around Dumbledore, picked up the ornament that fell on the ground, and put it back in place, "Talent has given us a lot, we just need to follow in its footsteps."

Gellert who stood up again—Voldemort had already guessed the identity of this person, Gellert Grindelwald, the first generation of Dark Lord—slowly stretched out his right hand.

"call."

A mass of blue flames rose from his palm, transforming images at will, turning into his own face for a while, and Dumbledore's for a while.

"I asked the professors how to make Fiendfyre controllable and powerful, they said it was evil - I don't deny it - they also said the curse of knowledge, it was stupid for them not to know how to teach me Excuse."

Dumbledore nodded, but he didn't seem to understand anything.

"It's easy to break the curse of knowledge, Albus, but it's more difficult to free your mind. When you can do the latter, the former is nothing to you."

As Grindelwald said, he waved his hand to put out Fiendfire, circled a few times with his right hand in the air, and then spread it flat to the right, with his palm facing up, making a gesture of please.

"Use your talent, Albus, and let me see the extraordinaryness of Transfiguration."

Dumbledore nodded, and immediately took out his wand, but before he could move, Grindelwald spoke again...

"No, Albus, don't use the wand, that solidifies your abilities, use the wand for combat or enhancement, not for learning."

Dumbledore nodded, put away his wand, and reached for the ornaments on the table - it looked like it was in the office before - and the ornaments began to change into various small animals.

"No soul, Albus, your magic has no soul."

Grindelwald's face was almost attached to the ever-changing ornaments, "You must have your own cognition, ideologically, and inject soul into your ornaments."

"I can not do it……"

"I wouldn't say that, Albus, never." Grindelwald shook his head and got up, "Try, work hard, and of course, use the right method to bypass that non-existent curse, such as..."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to touch the ever-changing ornaments, and a group of fiendish flames appeared in the air, slowly turning into a "".

Voldemort frowned, and he found the relevant content of this ancient rune from his memory:
Ehwaz, stands for cooperation.

"Fiendfire will hurt it, Gellert..."

Dumbledore's words stopped abruptly, because the object wrapped in Fiercefire did not tend to burn out, and it even became more manipulable than before.

"Albus, wizards are not only using magic power to mobilize magic, but also emotions, and precise emotions help us adapt and change magic." Grindelwald said.

Dumbledore nodded, frowning, it seemed that he had realized something.

"Try another way, Albus, don't be obsessed with appearances."

As Grindelwald said, he blew on the ornament, and the blue Firefire on it disappeared, and then he pointed at it again:
"", Eihwaz, stands for defense.

The blue Fiendfire that made up the rune was integrated into the ornament, and Dumbledore changed it several times, and finally formed a shield.

"Smart choice, let's see if it's strong enough."

Grindelwald took out his wand as he spoke, and swished it several times.

The magic hit the shield, causing the tiny shield to recede several times, but it did no damage—at least not to the naked eye.

"Let me try a jinx."

Grindelwald said, using magic again, this time the attack was obviously more powerful, but it still only left some scratches on the shield, but could not completely break the shield.

"Very good, Albus, you perfectly integrated the power of the rune into it." Grindelwald praised.

"No, Gellert."

There was obvious disappointment and frustration on Dumbledore's face, "If you didn't use these runes, but I used them myself, it wouldn't have such an effect."

Voldemort couldn't help nodding aside.

If it is said that Dumbledore's manipulation of the Changing Curse allowed Voldemort to see the power of talent, then Grindelwald's control of Fiendfyre and Runes allowed him to see the magic of magic.

The two are not at the same level at all.

The former represents talent and belongs to human beings, while the latter represents a new world, which is beyond the curse itself.

(End of this chapter)