v2 Chapter 1085： Love

Like Voldemort, Tom Riddle in front of him firmly believes that he will not fail, he is invincible.

For the confidence of this fan, Ai Wen does not know how to evaluate it. It can only be said to be a manifestation of arrogance.

Voldemort finally failed, and he had nothing to do, he simply did not fight Dumbledore.

Numerous times of history have proved this, but he is not willing to admit it from beginning to end.

"Professor, you don't understand this at all!" Riddle continued. "You just want to maintain the existing order..."

undefined"With powerful power, a cruel dream, Muggle is forced to surrender, the wizard is proud, and becomes a young leader, an invincible death conqueror!" Dumbledore whispered, "Tom, I must admit, I used to You have had this kind of thinking, and although the methods are different, these are obviously ridiculous."

His eyes passed quietly through Riddle, looking at the resurrection stone inside the cabinet, his face was sad and sad, and apparently wanted his sister and parents.

"I have paid a considerable price for this. I regret that I could not tell you this..."

"This is not ridiculous, I succeeded, and you didn't!" Riddle repeated again.

"Shut up, Riddle!" Ai Wen said impatiently. "You have not succeeded, never have. What you have done is just to make the world more chaotic, just like yourself, become a terrible Monster. Now, all you have to do is say what you know and wait for us to fall."

Tom Riddle looked at him with hatred, but probably because of Avon's Gryffindor sword, he said nothing.

"Ivan is right, now is not a good time to recall and argue." Dumbledore took a soft breath and looked straight at Riddle's eyes again. "Tom, please tell me how you were split up." I am equally curious about this, and you and the soul device I know seem to be different."

"Is it different?" Riddle sneered. "But I am still a Horcrux. Since you want to know, I will tell you. I just said that my appearance is an accident, an accident that comes early." Since entering Hogwarts, I have been looking for my own life. Although it is different from the orphanage, I am surrounded by magical wizards, but I know that I am different from them. I firmly believe that I am different. "

"In the past five years, I have turned all the books I have found over, but I didn't find my father's name. I thought he would be a wizard, not my mother, because she died casually. "It's ridiculous," he said disdainfully. "But even more ridiculously, she was really a wizard. I finally found the name of her family in a historical book, the Gunter family, the Slytherin. The only descendant, a noble family of pure blood wizards."

"So you came here, in the summer of your fifteen years old, and met Morfin Gunter."

"Oh, Professor, have you seen my dear?" Riddle narrowed his eyes and his emotions calmed down. He said in a slippery tone, "I thought he was shut down after I met with me." Go inside Azkaban!"

"Yes, but I saw him before he died, and found some vital information from him." Dumbledore said, "What happened that night? Just after you took it." After Fen's wand and ring."

"Don't you already know? I went to see the man, in the big house on the other side of the valley. I want to see the man who abandoned me and my mother, the man who made me look for fifteen years. I want to look at him in the past," Riddle said, with a cruel and cold smile on his lips. "Of course, I am going with hate. If there is a chance, I will not hesitate to let him be his past." Pay for what you do."

"You killed him?"

"I did this, but in a strict sense, I didn't enjoy this fun." Riddle replied, his eyes crossed from the faces of Ai Wen and Dumbledore, and finally fell on the photos in the cupboard. I looked at it with death. "Before that, I had split up. In the man's room, I found this photo, which my mother left for him. He didn't notice this, but he didn't notice it, but I saw this picture from his memory. I controlled him. I used only a small spell to know everything between him and my mother from his head, and many things he had forgotten."

Dumbledore listened very seriously, which is a little different from the reason he told Avon before.

These differences may lead to changes in the nature of the whole thing.

Ai Wen has this feeling, he thinks you can do something with this special Horcrux.

At the very least, they can know from him all the secrets of Voldemort before the age of fifteen, but if they want to kill Voldemort, they will eventually destroy it.

He didn't know what Dumbledore thought, but there should be no doubt about this.

There is also a small detail. At the time, Tom Riddle was only fifteen years old, but he was already able to use magic outside the school without worrying about the tracking of the Ministry.

It seems that the monitoring of the Ministry of Magic is really useless.

"After you know these things, you cried out, because of sorrow?" Dumbledore asked softly.

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

"I just said that this is not a shameful thing. When everyone has weakness, feel sad for the lost relatives. If you ask me, I can tell you that this is love."

"I knew you would say that, Professor!" Riddle's tone was full of ridicule. "Is it love again? I have never had such a ridiculous feeling, never, and I am not so weak."

"I always thought that you didn't understand, but I have to take back my own words now, you have had it, at least when you were fifteen, you haven't fallen." Dumbledore said, "It's just hidden deep." Deep enough..."

"Enough, Dumbledore, if you continue to continue on this boring topic, preach your idea, and want me to admit that I have had ridiculous love, then destroy me, I don't care!" He raised his voice again.

"But you cried, when you know the past of your father and mother." Ai Wen reminded, "Why?"

"I think because I know the truth, I know that my mother is so stupid, a noble pure-blooded wizard has paid his life for a dirty Muggle, and there is no repentance until death. I have never seen it before. Such a stupid woman," he snapped. "I was saddened by what she did."