HP Dual Masters and I had a blast in Hogwarts.

Chapter 72 The Younger Version of Albus Dumbledore

"Let's go, it should be curfew by now." He pulled the still-excited Riddle along, spread his wings, and carried him into the air.

Riddle was also surprised that I would suddenly take him into the air. He was startled and hugged my waist. We took off like that, preparing to go back.

"You should stay here obediently, right?" I smiled and stared at the basilisk with my golden beast eyes, casting a slight dragon's pressure on it.

"Hmm." The basilisk could feel the oppressive aura, and it dared not move. The person in front of it who was holding its master was even more terrifying than its master.

It seems this matter has been resolved, and I may be preparing to go back.

What I didn't expect was that when Riddle and I came out of the secret room and walked out of the women's restroom, we happened to see someone unexpected.

Professor Albus Dumbledore, whether he was still the headmaster or not, looked at us two young wizards who had appeared here with surprise, one of whom was Tom Marvolo Riddle, a prefect of Slytherin.

Thankfully, I broke the dragon bloodline fusion when I first flew up with Riddle, otherwise Albus Dumbledore would definitely have been asking me a lot of questions. Do you think I, Dumbledore, really like to meddle in other people's business?

I took a few more glances at the younger version of Professor Albus Dumbledore. This is the woman my brother loves, the man who made Gellert Grindelwald become henpecked later on.

The young Professor Albus Dumbledore was tall, handsome, and intelligent.

His eyes were deep and bright, revealing a gentle yet sharp light, as if they could see through everything.

Her hair was thick and black, neatly combed, giving her a clean and elegant appearance.

He was dressed very appropriately; his robe was neat and well-fitting, showcasing his noble demeanor.

He often carries a magic wand, the tip of which shimmers with a mysterious light, as if telling of his powerful magic.

Professor Dumbledore's smile was warm and kind, giving people a great sense of security and trust.

His voice was deep and magnetic, every word brimming with power and wisdom.

Her demeanor was elegant and composed; whether walking or standing, she exuded confidence and dignity.

No wonder his older brother is so obsessed with this version of Albus Dumbledore; the younger version is so much better looking than the older one.

My brother didn't lose out at all. Why was he so stupid as not to come and pursue his wife sooner? Later on, he was even imprisoned by his wife in Nurmengade.

When I get back to the real world, should I go see that silly older brother?

Just as Professor Dumbledore was about to say something to us, I interrupted him and said, "Professor Dumbledore, I'm a fan of yours. Can I take a picture with you?"

I took a camera out of my portable bag; it was a camera I had modified to photograph Tom Marvolo Riddell's dark history.

I actually took quite a few photos of Riddell and saved them.

Just imagine if Voldemort saw this photo in the future and immediately did a "Avada Kedavra" (a popular Japanese folk dance) over it.

Riddle, seeing the camera in my hand, immediately dodged to the side, keeping a safe distance from me.

Before Professor Albus Dumbledore could react, I snapped a few cool photos and will send them to my brother tonight.

"Hey, shouldn't you be explaining what you and Riddle were doing in the girls' restroom? Why are you taking pictures of me?" Before Albus Dumbledore could even react, I had already snapped a few photos of him.

"Oh, I'm on a date with Riddle," I said jokingly.

Not only was Albus Dumbledore stunned, but Tom Marvolo Riddle was also taken aback.

He himself didn't even know when the date was.

"This...this seems to be the girls' restroom. Isn't it inappropriate for two boys to be here?" Albus Dumbledore wasn't stupid; how could he possibly believe my utter nonsense?

"Professor Dumbledore, don't you think this is exciting?" Anyway, I don't look the same now, and the future headmaster won't know me, so it doesn't matter if my image is ruined~ being happy is the most important thing~

“Just shut up. No one will think you’re mute if you don’t speak.” Riddle finally realized what was happening, pulled me behind him, and then said to Professor Dumbledore, “Professor, my friend has what Muggles call sleepwalking, which means he will suddenly wander to other places after falling asleep. I only came here with him for his safety.”

Oh ho~ I never expected you to be like this, Tom Marvolo Riddle. You're such a smooth liar! You've made even a perfectly healthy person like me sound sick.

"I see." I don't know if Dumbledore really believes it or not, but he's actually cooperating with Riddle. Something's not right between you two.

This is how you two communicated before you became mortal enemies. Very good! I'm going to film this and show it to Gellert Grindelwald—his apprentice and lover chatting late at night at Hogwarts!

"Alright, you two should go back to sleep early. Since this student has an illness, I'll let you off this time. Just don't wander around again in the middle of the night." Professor Dumbledore let us go just like that.

To prevent me from spreading rumors and ruining Riddle's reputation, he simply dragged me away.

Albus Dumbledore simply watched us leave from behind.

When we got back to our Slytherin dorm, Riddle tried to sneak over and snatch my camera.

How could I possibly let him get it? There's very important evidence here. I just put it in my portable backpack in no time. I don't even need to post photos. As soon as I put it in the portable backpack, the photos are ready.

"Ayers! You almost ruined my reputation." Riddle was speechless with exasperation at this adoptive parent; he really wanted to rip that mouth off.

"What? You're slandering me too, aren't you? Come on~ let's hurt each other~" I don't look the same now, and Riddle isn't old Voldemort anymore, I'm not afraid~

Tom Marvolo Riddle sighed and facepalmed. He'd never been able to out-argue me. Of course he could! You old fogey, how could you possibly out-argue me?

"Tom Marvolo, I'm about to leave again. Will you miss me?" I took out my camera and snapped a picture of Riddle, then immediately put it back in my backpack.

Riddle never expected that I would only stay with him for a few days before disappearing again.

"No, it would be best if you died there, somewhere I could never see you again." Riddle uttered the most venomous words, but his heart was filled with reluctance; he didn't want me to leave.

"So cruel, I'll haunt you even as a ghost," he joked with Riddle, silently conversing with his sugar daddy in his mind.

(Sponsor, activate the time travel feature to go back to the original time.)

[Jin: Host's son, you cannot leave in front of the target. Time travel countdown has begun]

"Get out." As a result, Riddle threw me out of his dormitory.

It made it convenient for me to leave; the moment he closed the door, I teleported away.

Tom Marvolo Riddell seemed to sense something and opened the dormitory door again, but I was no longer there.