v2 Chapter 1084： I am Voldemort.

Beside the two men, Dumbledore calmed down completely, not as sad as he was.

His eyes are closed, but it seems to have recovered, and it seems that he may wake up at any time.

Maybe he has recovered and is listening to the conversation between two people.

Ai Wen looked at Dumbledore and looked at Tom Riddle. After a moment of silence, he sighed softly.

"I really don't know the world of death, but I know, you still haven't told the truth." Ai Wen said, once again lifted the Gryffindor sword, "I am sorry, I gave you a chance, but you have challenged me again and again." The limit. Maybe you want to use this as a way for Dumbledore to spare your capital, but you made a mistake, Riddle, you have no bargaining qualifications from start to finish, all you need to do is say Everything you know, then we look at the mood to decide whether to spare you."

undefined"Wait, I am telling the truth!" Riddle hurriedly shouted and stopped Ai Wen.

But he is only a shadow now, and Ai Wen went straight through him and came to the front of the cabinet.

"Okay, okay, I admit that I just said a little less!" Riddle said, "Only me, not to sort out the soul and reach the world, only me, after splitting from the main body, I will never go back!"

Ai Wen was unmoved and raised the sword of Gryffindor high.

"Stop, stop!" His voice became sharp. "I confess, I cried out, it was a shame..."

"There is nothing to lose face, Tom!" said Dumbledore calmly, slowly opening his eyes and looking at Tom Riddle in front of him. "Crying is not a sin. It is just a normal expression of feelings, acknowledging one's own. Being weak is not an easy task. Sometimes it is a kind of courage."

"Professor!" Ai Wen shouted.

Tom Riddle didn't talk. He turned his head aside and didn't seem to want to see Dumbledore.

"You are doing very well, Avon!" said Dumbledore. "I protected me when I was lost. Now I put the sword down. Tom is right. I think I really need to talk to him. This ring and the resurrection stone thing. Hello, Tom, I have to admit, I didn't think I would see you here before this evening, this form of you!"

Ai Wen put down the sword and retreated to the side. Since Dumbledore had woke up, the matter was over!

Dumbledore's tone was very casual, as if he was greeting a longtime old friend.

It's hard to imagine that, not long ago, he had a life and death duel with Voldemort.

"Hello, Professor!" Riddle said in a dry tone. He turned his head back and stared at Dumbledore coldly. He seemed to be measuring him. "To tell the truth, I thought I had this. One day, if someone can find it, it must be you. However, I did not expect it to be so long, you look much older than before!"

"No matter how powerful the power is, there is no way to conquer time." Dumbledore said, "We are all mortals."

"But I conquered death, I have done it!" Riddle said bluntly, "I am immortal!"

"No one is immortal, death is not the most terrible thing, Tom, that's just the beginning of another great journey. I thought you would change this after seeing the world of death. It doesn't seem to be." Deng Blydo said in a disappointing tone, "You value these meaningless things too much and eventually lose yourself!"

"You still haven't changed at all!" Riddle said disgustedly. "Put up your rhetoric, my dear professor, you know, those things are useless to me. I don't think you will ever be deceived by me." The second time!"

"It's not deception, it's about choosing the question of forgiveness and trust. Maybe, I will believe you again this evening." Dumbledore said, his blue eyes stared at Riddle. "I can feel that you and Voldemort. Different, you are not so evil, but it is like I saw the boy who made a mistake in the orphanage!"

"I am Voldemort!" Riddle said loudly, and he suddenly became fierce and intimidating.

Evan looked at him with vigilance. He widened his eyes and stared at Dumbledore, and Dumbledore did not answer.

Instead, there was a sly smile on his face.

"No, you are not him!" Dumbledore affirmed. "You are fundamentally different from him."

"Enough, you are as annoying as before!" Riddle said unnaturally, he obviously became more alert. "Don't be false, professor, we all know what kind of person the other person is. Let us be open and honest." I can tell you everything I know, all the things you want to know, I only have one request, don't ruin me!"

"Tom, in my eyes, you will always be my student!" Dumbledore said patiently. "I said, I may be willing to believe you again. And, I have to say sorry, I am guiding you into Hogwarts, but did not play the due teaching obligation, if I was..."

"The falsehood!" Riddle said, stepping back one step backwards. "Everything is done according to my own ideas. If I want to say it, I can only tell you if you are not watching it." I will feel more enjoyable. Do you think that I will be grateful to Dade to accept your opinion, obscured to be a professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts? Or, according to Professor Slughorn, enter the Ministry of Magic to compete for the ridiculous ministerial position? No, I am Voldemort. I am a descendant of Salazar Slytherin. In my veins, I am bleeding with the blood of Sarah Slytherin. I was born to let the world remember me. I want to let They are scared when they hear my name, screaming on the ground, I will reinvigorate the glory of the Slytherin family, I want to change the ending of the magic world, I will lead the change..."

"Great dreams, but your approach is wrong!" said Dumbledore calmly.

"I have succeeded!" Riddle's voice was a little out of shape.

"Do you really think so?" Dumbledore asked. "I just heard your conversation with Ai Wen. You seem to have expected the current situation. The more the soul is split, the stronger it is." The more chaotic, the loss of all reason to become a terrible monster. Horace did not tell you this at the time, or you misunderstood what he meant."

Riddle didn't talk, obviously there was no way to refute it, just watching Dumbledore coldly.

"I am Voldemort!" For a long time, he said slowly. "When I figured out my origin, I took this name for myself and gave up the name of my dirty Muggle father. I know that one day, when When I became the greatest wizard in the world, wizards all over the world dared not say this name easily. They would only silently sing in the heart with awe and fear. Professor, do you really think that you will win? You Really think that you have the power to destroy me?"