Hogwarts: I've acquired the Father System

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The younger Dumbledore was sitting in a chair behind his desk, clearly waiting for someone.

Not a moment later.

Voldemort has entered.

He no longer looked handsome. Although he didn't resemble a snake as much as Harry had when he saw him, he had already taken on the rudiments of one.

His face looked burned, his features blurred and strangely distorted.

In short, if you went out and said that he was Tom Riddle, probably no one would believe you.

Good evening, Tom!

"I heard you became the principal, a respectable choice."

Voldemort said indifferently.

Dumbledore laughed.

"A glass of wine?"

"Thank you!"

Dumbledore took out a bottle of wine and poured a glass for Voldemort and himself.

"So, Tom, what brings you here..."

"I'm not called Tom anymore, that's what they call me..."

"Of course I know what they call you. For example, they're waiting in the Hog's Head to celebrate you becoming a faculty member at Hogwarts!"

"You can't hide anything from me. I'm applying for Defense Against the Dark Arts. I want to teach my students my philosophy!"

Voldemort spoke with grand pronouncements.

Dumbledore laughed.

"If your actions are even half as true as the rumors suggest, then Hogwarts will never accept you."

"Greatness breeds envy, envy breeds resentment, and resentment breeds lies, doesn't it?"

I've come a very, very long way, and I've taken black magic to an incredible level..."

"No, no, no, it's certain magic, certain areas, that you're still so naive."

"Dumbledore, I know you're going to talk about love again. What is love? I don't understand, nor do I need to. Can love make you immortal? Can love make you powerful?"

No, only black magic can reach 880!

Dumbledore sneered and put down his wine glass.

"Excuse my bluntness, Tom, but what exactly do you want to do here for a job you don't even want?"

"No, I'm very..."

"Don't lie to me, I'm not stupid..."

"If this is your conclusion..."

"Yes, my conclusion is that I won't accept you here as an instructor. Tom, when you were able to scare you with a burning cabinet, it was over. I can't..."

"Then there's nothing more to say!"

Voldemort gave Dumbledore a deep look.

Then he opened the door and went out.

Dumbledore pulled them out.

Harry couldn't help but ask, "Does he really want to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"Oh, he must have been thinking... After all these years, no professor has been able to teach for more than a year."

"Then why did he come back?"

Harry asked quickly.

Dumbledore brought out Slughorn's memories.

"Then, we need to look at Horace's memories. I hope that after you've seen them, you can tell me your thoughts."

I've already seen it beforehand, and I have to say, I've found the last piece of the puzzle.

Darren's drunken escapade was worth it; I must say, Horace is a truly daring man!

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Chapter 660 Even life itself!

Harry and Darren fell into the Pensieve again.

This is the same office Slughorn used to work in.

At that moment, Tom was asking Professor Mellors about his retirement.

Slughorn praised him.

"You little rascal, you'd be better suited to work at the Ministry of Magic!"

"I have no connections, I probably won't get along there, and I'm not pure-blooded."

Voldemort's words made the surrounding students laugh.

Slughorn laughed too.

"Nonsense, your abilities must come from a wizarding family, don't worry!"

Then came another conversation between them.

Finally it's the end.

Tom stayed behind to ask about the Horcruxes.

"I didn't find much of a description at Hogwarts, but a wizard like yourself seems to understand..."

"Of course, a Horcrux is an item that contains a part of a person's soul."

"But I don't quite understand what's going on."

"It's about splitting your soul in half and hiding a part of it inside an object. That way, even if your body is destroyed, you won't die because a part of your soul will remain in the world."

Slughorn shivered.

"Very few people would want to live like that; it's worse than death."

"So, how do you split the soul?"

"Killing can split the soul, and some evil wizards will take advantage of this situation and then use a spell to hide the soul in an object, thus completing a Horcrux."

"So, that language..."

"Don't ask me, I don't know, and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you. Do I look like a murderer?"

Slughorn was panting heavily.

Voldemort quickly suppressed the greedy thoughts in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Professor, I was just curious."

"Of course, I know that many wizards are curious and attracted by the other side of magic."

"Yes, so for academic reasons, would a professor's soul be useful? In the magical world, seven has magic power, so how about dividing it into seven pieces..."

"What? Killing one person isn't enough? They want to kill seven more?"

Slughorn yelled.

He somewhat regretted participating in the discussion.

He said in a low voice, "This is just an academic discussion, isn't it?"

"Yes, I won't tell anyone."

Voldemort laughed.

However, the joy on his face overshadowed his handsome features, making him appear somewhat ferocious.

Darren stared at Voldemort for a long time.

Finally, he came to a conclusion.

Even handsome people shouldn't laugh like that; it looks too ugly.

Don't you care about your image?

Neither Dumbledore nor Harry knew what he was thinking.

They returned to reality.

Dumbledore sat in the chair.

He looked at Darren, who was deep in thought, and asked softly, "So, Darren, what clues have you been able to obtain?"

"The first clue is clear: Voldemort made a Horcrux. I think the textbook we encountered in second grade might be one of his Horcruxes!"

Dumbledore nodded.