Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 94 Discussion on Destiny

Talking to Dumbledore was really weird.

"I don't quite understand, Headmaster, why you are telling me this."

After a while of silence, seeing that Dumbledore had calmed down a bit, Voldemort couldn't help asking.

"You are excellent, Quirrell. After traveling, you have shown me wisdom." Dumbledore praised without hesitation.

Voldemort made a face of shame, but deep down he was proud.

"I've heard that theory of yours, the Tasmania effect, and it's brilliant."

Voldemort's good mood disappeared in an instant. Cooperating with the old bee, you are still watching me, right?

"You have wisdom but not aggressiveness, courage but not impulsiveness, you know your responsibilities, and you have the courage to take them on."

A series of compliments did not make Voldemort feel better.

The person being monitored will never agree with those who monitor him-the action of monitoring has drawn a clear line between each other.

"The wizarding world needs protection, black magic will not disappear, and new enemies will always appear." Dumbledore did not pay attention to Voldemort's emotions, he said to himself.

"You mean that man is not the ultimate enemy?" asked Voldemort.

"You mean Voldemort?"

Dumbledore turned to look at him, which made him shiver feignedly.

"Don't mention that person's name, principal, you know that not everyone is as afraid of him as you are." Facing the gaze of the old bee, he could only say this.

"I don't think you will, boy, you have wisdom, but he doesn't." Dumbledore said seriously.

Voldemort held back the anger and disdain in his heart, trying to show seriousness and doubts.

"Those who pursue eternal life and destroy their souls will gain nothing in the end."

Dumbledore withdrew his gaze, and swayed leisurely again, "Of course he's not a clown, but he's just a powerful dark wizard. His destructive power is limited, kid."

Voldemort felt insulted. Dumbledore's description made him feel like a villain with tattoos all over his body, walking around the street shirtless...

"He will come back, won't he, Headmaster?" asked Voldemort. "How are we going to defeat him?"

"That's not something for you to think about, boy." Dumbledore said, still indifferently, "I'll fix it, before I die."

The corner of Voldemort's mouth twitched. He felt that Dumbledore was disgusting. He didn't want to live anymore, and he wanted to drag himself to die together. It was really rude.

"Then what should I do, Headmaster?" asked Voldemort.

"Protect the wizarding world, boy, and fix the problems you can see."

Dumbledore said lazily, "Every generation has its own responsibilities. Grindelwald and I belong to the generation, and Voldemort is the generation after that. If he influences Snape, it will be difficult to influence downwards. Your generation is the new generation."

"What about Harry?" Voldemort asked.

"They are still young, I can at most plant the seeds of love in their hearts, and after that, I will not be able to influence them."

Dumbledore looked at him with a smile, "My abilities are limited, boy, I'm not the kind of person who affects the world, I don't have such abilities."

"It's just that fate didn't give you such an opportunity, Headmaster," said Voldemort.

"It's a very novel idea, let me tell you what you think." Dumbledore looked at Voldemort with more interest.

"If that incident of your mother hadn't happened, if it hadn't been for going home to protect your sister as soon as you graduated, if your... hadn't been for that accident, you might have changed the world with great vigor, right?" Voldemort asked.

The smile on Dumbledore's face disappeared, and he shook the rocking chair silently, looking at the roof with deep eyes, as if looking at the sky full of stars.

Dumbledore didn't speak for a long time, and Voldemort was also silent.

Voldemort was a little excited, excited to have a heart-to-heart with Dumbledore, even if he said more things that he felt shouldn't be said, he was willing to do so.

"Thank you for saying that, it makes me happy, but in fact, fate has already planned our trajectory, and every step of this trajectory is difficult." Dumbledore said.

Voldemort's eyes lit up, fate, this is a topic he wants to discuss.

"How can we be sure that everything that happens is fate?" Voldemort asked.

Dumbledore turned his head, with a smile on his face again, "You must have overestimated fate."

Voldemort was taken aback for a moment, not quite understanding what he meant.

"What happens is all arranged by fate, but fate is not that powerful. It follows everyone's heart, the trajectory of everything, that's all." Dumbledore said indifferently.

"But... doesn't it mean that it cannot be changed?" Voldemort was confused.

"Of course you can't change it when you're addicted to it." Dumbledore laughed, "What you believe in will definitely have an impact, so slowly, everything is moving towards the track of fate."

"Am I affecting my fate?" Voldemort asked in amazement—could everything go according to the plot in memory because of me?
"Of course you are."

Dumbledore said firmly, "I used to hate Muggles and the Ministry of Magic, and finally my mentality changed. Do you think that fate came to me and gave me all this?"

"Isn't it?" Voldemort asked.

"Of course not. It was my parents who taught me to be kind. It was my younger brother who restrained me and made me examine my heart. Too many people are influencing me, but the most important thing is myself."

"Isn't this fate?"

"If you insist on saying that, it is fate, but in essence, I don't think so."

Dumbledore shook his head, and signaled that he didn't want to delve into this issue, "Tell me about magic, what do you want to add to this?"

The old bee refused to talk any more, and Voldemort could only give up. He had already gone too far and dared not say anything more.

"I haven't figured it out yet, my talent bothers me." Voldemort said helplessly——Lin Zuo's consciousness thinks so, Voldemort's remnant soul shows that I am very talented.

"This is why I showed you more memories. Grindelwald doesn't think there is a curse on knowledge. I also guessed the existence of the 'Essence of Magic' in [Origin of Magic]. I think it is a question worth thinking about. question."

Voldemort nodded. It was indeed because of that guess that he had more contact with Dumbledore.

That guess, he also put in the book studied by Muggles.

I hope to get a more in-depth analysis from Muggles...

Thinking this way, Voldemort raised several questions he had recently encountered in magic, and Dumbledore answered them one by one.

The 100-year-old principal's knowledge is so profound that Voldemort is envious.

"I hope we still have a chance to chat, Quirrell, thank you for your company tonight." The two chatted until the morning light appeared, and Dumbledore took the initiative to end the process.

"I have benefited a lot from you, thank you for your teaching." Voldemort said from the bottom of his heart.

　The title of this chapter is very appropriate. Not surprisingly, the recommended position has stopped, and the forced recommendation has not been up. It will be released on the [-]st of next month. I have Ling Yunzhi in my heart, but I am exhausted physically and mentally.

　　Believe in fate but not accept fate, knowing is easier than doing, pain, pain!work hard!

　　I want to finish writing this book. Eight or nine years ago, I wrote a Harry Potter: The Glory of Malfoy. The unfinished book is regrettable for many years.

　　Time flies, hurry.

　　Thank you for your support all the way, don't want to change your life against the sky, just want to walk in peace and have a forever! ! !

　　Thanks, thanks, thanks!

　　


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