v2 Chapter 1443： Decade of disappearance

He disappeared this time for a full decade.

Except for Voldemort himself, no one knows what Voldemort had experienced during this time.

From some of the clues, it can be inferred that he traveled around the world according to the tradition of the ancient wizards, and he went to many places in stealth, but Voldemort did not go to grow up, but went to various places to make other black wizards and further study black. magic.

Because of over-exposure to the Horcruxes and the transformation of the body's various evil black magic, his appearance began to become unrecognizable, people can no longer recognize the handsome and handsome boy, and began to publicly use the name of "Voldemort."

This is probably the main experience of his disappearance within ten years. During this period, Voldemort experienced the evil that ordinary people could not imagine, which made him the later Dark Lord.

undefinedAfter that, he will not sneak or blame others for murder, but openly and unscrupulously spread fear, and Voldemort, who is the Dark Lord, has this strength.

"Only this memory of this evening, let us enter the meditation basin." Dumbledore said, "This memory is mine, in which you will see how Voldemort appeared when it disappeared ten years later."

Evan and Harry followed Dumbledore into the flowing silver material and landed in the office they had just left.

Fox fell asleep on the perch, and behind the desk was Dumbledore.

He looks a lot like the present, the long beard is already white, but the face may be slightly less wrinkled.

The only difference between this office and the present is that it is snowing outside, and the pale blue snow flies past the window in the dark and accumulates on the outside window sill.

The younger Dumbledore seemed to be waiting for something. Sure enough, it sounded a knock at the door, and he said, "Come in."

Ai Wen looked for a more comfortable posture and he saw Voldemort coming in.

Despite the preparations in his heart, Ai Wen was taken aback. In front of this Voldemort, his face is different from the present, not so snake, his eyes are not so red, his face is not like a mask, and he is not like Riddle. Handsome look.

His face seems to have been burned, the facial features are vague, like wax, and it is weirdly twisted.

The white of the eye seems to be permanently bloody, but the pupil is still normal, unlike now it has completely become two gaps.

In addition, he was covered in a long black cloak with a white face like a snow on his shoulder.

It's terrible, it's definitely a monster in a nightmare or horror story, a horrible monster!

Dumbledore behind the table did not show any surprise. This visit was obviously an appointment. He also prepared for Voldemort.

"Good evening, Tom, it's been a long time no see!" Dumbledore said easily. "Sit down."

"Thank you." Voldemort sat on the chair pointed by Dumbledore, his voice was cold. "I heard them say that you are the principal, a respectable choice."

"I am very happy that you agree." Dumbledore smiled. "Can you have a drink?"

"Thank you so much," Voldemort said. "This is exactly what I need. I have gone a long way."

Dumbledore stood up and walked quickly to the cupboard where the meditation pot was now, but it was full of wine bottles.

He handed Voldemort a glass of wine, poured himself a cup, and returned to the desk.

"So, Tom, what is the wind blowing you?"

Voldemort did not answer immediately, but just sipped the wine and tasted it. It seemed to be very enjoyable.

"They don't call me Tom anymore. I haven't called me that for a long time. Now I am called..."

"I know what you are called!" Dumbledore smiled happily. "But for me, you will probably always be Tom Riddle. I saw the little boy in the orphanage. I am afraid this is As one of the teacher's annoying places, Tom, they never completely forget the students' original situation."

He raised the cup and toast with Voldemort. Voldemort was still expressionless, and the atmosphere in the room changed subtly instantly, and it was cold.

Dumbledore refused to use the name chosen by Voldemort to refuse to let Voldemort dominate the conversation.

Voldemort obviously felt it. Not only did he dominate the conversation, but Tom's title seemed to irritate him, something he didn't want to recall and admit.

"I am surprised that you have been here for so long!" Voldemort swayed the wine in the glass and stopped for a moment and said, "I have been wondering why you like a wizard never want to leave school."

"Oh!" said Dumbledore, still smiling. "For a wizard like me, nothing is more important than teaching ancient skills and training young minds. If I remember well, you have seen teachers. Career attraction."

"I can still see it now!" Voldemort said. "I just wonder why you are often consulted by the Ministry of Magic, and it seems that people who have been nominated as Ministers of Magic twice will be willing to..."

"There are actually three times, but the Ministry of Magic's career has never been attractive to me. This is our common place, I think."

Voldemort bowed his head without a smile and sipped his mouth, seemingly thinking about what to say next.

The atmosphere in the office was subtle, and Dumbledore did not break the silence between the two, but looked forward to Voldemort's opening with a happy expression.

He has always taken the initiative, whether it is on the momentum or on the topic. The entire magic world, only Dumbledore can do this.

"I am back!" After a moment, Voldemort said, "It may be a little later than Professor Deppet's expectations... but he came back, so that he applied again and said that I was too young to be suitable. Position. I am here to ask you to allow me to go back to the castle to coach. You must know that I have seen a lot since I left here, and I have done a lot. I can teach your students to never learn anything from other wizards."

Dumbledore looked at Voldemort from his cup for a while before opening it, "Yes, I know you saw a lot after you left us and did a lot. The rumors about what you did were passed to your alma mater, Tom. If they are half credible, I will be very sorry."

"Is it? Regret?" Voldemort still said with no expression, "Greatness causes embarrassment, blasphemy leads to grievances, and grievances breed lies. You must know Dumbledore."

"Oh, you call what you say great, is it?" Dumbledore asked gracefully.

"Of course!" Voldemort said, his eyes seemed to burn red. "I did a lot of experiments and may have pushed the magic to an unprecedented level..."