Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Like Voldemort, Tom Riddle in front of him was convinced that he would not fail and that he was invincible.

Nor does Ivan know how to evaluate such obsessive confidence, but rather a manifestation of arrogance.

Voldemort eventually failed, and he could not fight Dumbledore without anything.

History had proved that on numerous occasions, but he himself had been reluctant to admit it from start to finish.

“Professor, you don't know anything about this!” Riddle continues, "You just want to maintain the existing order…”

“Powerful, realizing cruel dreams, Muggles forced to bow down, wizards frowned and exhaled, becoming young leaders, unbeatable conquerors of death!” Dumbledore said softly, "Tom, I must admit that I've had this idea before, like you, and although it's different, it's obviously ridiculous. ”

His eyes passed through Riddle calmly, looking at the resurrection stone in the cabinet, looking lonely and sad, apparently thinking again of his sister, his parents.

“I have paid quite a price for this, and I regret not being able to tell you this...”

“It's not absurd, I did it, and you didn't!” Riddle repeats itself.

“Shut up, Riddle! Ivan was impatient to say," You didn't succeed, you never did, and all you did was make the world more chaotic, like yourself, a terrible monster. Now, all you have to do is say what you know and wait for us to fall. ”

Tom Riddleman looked at him with hatred, but he probably didn't say anything because Ivan had Griffindor's sword in his hand.

“Ivan is right that this is not a good time for memories and arguments.” Dumbledore took a gentle breath and looked Riddle in the eye again, "Tom, please tell me how you were split up. I'm also very curious about this, and you and I seem to know something different about Horcruxes. ”

“Different?” Riddle grinned, “but I'm still a spirit, and since you want to know, I'll tell you. As I said earlier, my appearance was an accident, an early arrival accident. Ever since I entered Hogwarts, I've been searching for myself, and although I'm not like the orphanage, I'm surrounded by magical wizards, but I know I'm not like them, and I'm convinced I'm different. ”

“For five years, I've gone over all the books I could find, but I haven't found my father's name, and I thought he'd be a wizard, not my mother, because she died randomly, which is ridiculous.” He said with some disdain, "but even more ridiculously, she was really a wizard, and I finally found her family name in a history book, the Gunters, the only descendants of the Slytherins, a noble family of pureblood wizards. ”

“So you came here, in the summer of your fifteenth year, and met Morphine Gunter. ”

“Oh, Professor, have you met my dear uncle?” Riddle closed his eyes, his emotions slowly calmed down and said in a smooth, oily tone, "I thought he was locked up in Azkaban after I met him! ”

“Yes, but I met him before he died and found some vital information from him.” Dumbledore said, "What happened that night? Just after you took Muffin's wand and ring. ”

“Didn't you already know? I went to see the man, in the big house on the other side of the valley, and I wanted to see the man who abandoned me and my mother, the man who had made me look for fifteen years, and I wanted to go look at him...” Riddle said, with a cruel and cold smile on the corner of his mouth, "Of course, I went with hatred, and I wouldn't hesitate to let him pay for what he did in the past if I had the chance. ”

“You killed him? ”

“That's what I was going to do, but technically, I didn't enjoy it.” Riddle replied, looking at Evan and Dumbledore in turn, eventually landed on the photograph in the cabinet and stared at it dead, "Before that, I had split up, and in that man's room, I found this photograph, which my mother left him. He didn't notice this, but I saw this image in his memory, and I took control of him, using just a little spell, and I knew from inside his head everything between him and my mother, a lot of things he'd forgotten. ”

Dumbledore listened very carefully, which is somewhat different from the reasoning he told Ivan earlier.

These are slightly different and may lead to a change in the nature of the whole thing.

Ivan had this feeling, and he thought he could do something with this particular soul tool.

At the very least, they can learn from him all the secrets about Voldemort before he turns fifteen, but trying to kill Voldemort will eventually destroy it.

He doesn't know what Dumbledore thinks, but there should be no question about that.

There's another little detail, Tom Riddle was 15 years old, but he was already able to use magic outside the school without worrying about the Ministry's tracking.

Looks like the Ministry of Magic's surveillance is useless.

“You know these things again, and then you cry out because you're sad?” Dumbledore asked softly.

Riddle did not answer, but Dumbledore still looked at him and there was an invisible oppression in the air.

“As I just said, it's not an embarrassment, everyone has weaknesses when they're sad for their dead loved ones, and if you ask me, I can tell you, it's love. ”

“I knew you'd say that, Professor!” Riddle's tone is full of ridicule, "love again? I've never had such ridiculous feelings, never, and I'm not that cowardly. ”

“I always thought you didn't understand, but now I have to take back what I said, that you once had, at least when you were fifteen, you weren't corrupt.” Dumbledore said, "It's just hidden deep, deep...”

“Enough, Dumbledore, if you continue on this boring subject, propagating your philosophy, wanting me to admit that I have had some ridiculous love, then destroy me, I don't care!” He raised his voice again.

“But you cried when you knew about your father and mother.” Ivan warned, "Why? ”

“I guess because I knew the truth, knowing that my mother was so stupid, that a noble, pureblooded wizard had given her life for a filthy Muggle, until death had no repentance, and I had never seen such a stupid woman. He shouted," I was saddened by what she did. ”