My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 574

"Tom, in fact, Professor Melles told me a long time ago that you have an extraordinary interest in the position of professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts."

There was an unpleasant smell of smoke in the principal's room, which was left by the last interviewee. Although this tainted witness who had turned evil and returned to the righteous, although his magic was superb, his long-term hiding in XZ had made his nerves extremely weakened and turned into A man who never leaves his hand with a cigarette, according to him, even when he sleeps at night, he will sprinkle enough tobacco to burn all night in the censer bought at a high price from the East, and with their help, he can A chance to sleep.

So far, this interviewer is the one that Dumbledore is most satisfied with. He does not drop the bag or talk like the previous people. He also performed well in the actual combat test, tying or beating all but Dumbledore. All the professors in the school, his philosophy is more practical, based on his personal experience, he promises that he will let the students master how to protect themselves and escape from the pursuit of dark wizards. Today, this ability is indispensable, and several professors, including Flitwick, have expressed their approval.

Dumbledore sat on the office chair, rubbed his sore waist, frowned and pressed his temples. This was not because of long-term work, nor because of the odor in the office, but because he always felt that this interviewer was few and far between. What he has learned has nothing to do with his experience and his stains, but something that he attaches more importance to in education.

He raised his head, looked at Tom who pushed in the door, motioned him to sit on the chair opposite him, and squeezed out a far-fetched smile. Even after greeting, he was finally able to relax when facing his students.

"When I received your cover letter, I was not surprised at all, but I thought it would be difficult for you to be the first choice for Hogwarts now," Dumbledore beckoned, a steaming glass of The hot tea appeared in Tom's hand, and the tea that he had brewed and had already brewed was replaced with new ones, "Some school managers think that you are too young, in fact, even if I am your teacher, it is difficult to Putting you in the ranks of the first candidate, I hope you can understand, I am not questioning your ability."

"Actually, Professor," said Tom, unbuttoning his buttons, straightening his back, and nodding, "I think Hogwarts Defence Against the Dark Arts professor is the most suitable position for me, and I, too, are the most suitable for this position. people."

"Really?" Dumbledore rubbed his temples, and flicked his right hand on the crystal ball on the table. The crystal ball lit up, illuminating the conversation between the two, "Out of caution against fraud, Huo Gwarz always records the interview process when hiring, and I am no exception."

"I understand and know the rule, Professor."

"Then now, you can try to start convincing me, as well as the professors and the trustees."

"Professor Dumbledore," Tom was wearing a very formal suit, sitting on the opposite side of Dumbledore, the crystal ball on the desk reflected his earnest and eager face, and the pair of black eyes full of curiosity , "You know, I come from a place that is not very wealthy, in that environment, no one knows whether one day when he grows up, he will die on the street, maybe in a gang fight, maybe Falling under the stray bullet of war... Fortunately, I have met many good people in my life who have taught me carefully."

"I still remember Mrs Cole," Dumbledore said in a low voice, pushing up his glasses and placing his hands on the table, "that was a responsible, kind and enthusiastic lady, and I still remember the Duchess she invited me to drink. Pine wine, it was almost the best thing in the Xicheng Orphanage back then, and it was also the most delicious food I've had in those years."

"She was the first teacher in my life, who raised me from a baby to someone who can eat, walk, and think all by myself. I used to be a very high self-esteem person. You should be able to understand that when a person suddenly has What kind of person can he become in an older and bloodier age, a power that his companions can't even look up to?" Tom raised his head and glanced at the hanging picture behind Dumbledore's back. The room in the middle became bright and clean, as if a diligent person lived in the house all the time. "He will become a warlord, a powerful man, and even an emperor, and if he moves forward in time, he may become a god."

"God?" Dumbledore looked at the crystal ball in front of him with playful eyes, and asked softly, "What about now? These are not those **** times."

"No, it's the same, professor, unadorned power can turn the strong into a plundering tyrant at any time, anywhere, and I almost became that."

"Dangerous?"

"Yes, Professor," Tom nodded, "because of education, education gives people of different backgrounds and qualifications an equal, at least roughly fair, opportunity to choose."

"You might be able to expand on that."

"Like the gentleman who just went out, I've done something wrong," Tom said earnestly, "but isn't that what education is about to make people recognize a mistake and correct it?"

"The meaning of education..." Dumbledore repeated Tom's key words.

"I was supposed to be an unfortunate person, professor, abandoned by my biological father, my mother died in childbirth, and on a rainy and snowy night, I was born in an...orphanage full of people with the same fate as me, except With the odd name Tom Marvolo Riddle, and the innate magic of a wizard, I don't have anything."

Tom didn't give Dumbledore a chance to interject. He talked about his own experience very quickly, as if he was telling someone else's story.

"But I am also a lucky person. Mrs. Cole brought me up. Even if the children of the West City Orphanage have no family, they should belong to childhood. I seek help from those gentlemen who think they are noble. She taught me to read and write, and she taught me to grow up by myself when I have nothing to rely on. She taught me not to be brought down by a miserable life. We cannot change our origins. But we can change our future."

"I was fortunate to meet my lifelong friend at the orphanage, Nelson Williams, who had a family but was still like us, who was as enchanted as I was, but not as out of place as I was, he told Everyone in my world is the same, everyone has the right and opportunity to choose, tell me that all people are created equal, so that I will not become a slave of power when I am very young, he will always be when I fall into Help me in times of stalemate, and reach out to me when I am in crisis.”

"I was fortunate to meet people who light up my life, Jonas, Bella...they freed me from my dark destiny, made me realize that there are other colors in the world, and made me not only when I experience injustice To have rage as a means of venting."

Tom's voice echoed in the headmaster's room, the portraits on the wall had different expressions, Salazar Slytherin sighed, and seemed to be empathizing with what happened to his descendants, and the sensual Daris Devant had begun. Pulling on Phineas' sleeve to help himself wipe away his tears, Phineas, who usually has a bad attitude, also showed a heavy expression, as if recalling his mistakes in coaching...

"I can't imagine, Professor, what would I be like if I hadn't met these people?"

Tom spread his hands with a smile on his face.

"When I was eleven, I was fortunate enough to board the Hogwarts Express and catch the shuttle to the New World, in this enchanted castle, where I learned how to use my magic, and I realized that A power can be used not only to set fire to people or to knock people into the air, but also to make life better, Professor Slughorn, Professor Mellors... and you, Professor Dumbledore, I am lucky to have you I know that you have always thought that I was ruthless and mercenary, but today, I want to say, you are wrong."

Tom took a deep breath and looked straight into Dumbledore's eyes hidden behind the half-moon lenses.

"So I am willing to share this luck with more people."

Dumbledore stared blankly at Tom, he never thought that such words would come out of Tom's mouth, even though he thought he knew the proud disciple very well.

From the first time they met, from the first time their eyes met, he knew that Tom was a man without love.

Tom's mind is always hidden in those bottomless black eyes. He lacks a loving family, a childhood full of love, and even there is no real love between his parents. This is after he left the West City Orphanage. A story about Merope found under the name Marvolo.

Babies born under the intoxication potion or the Imperius Curse are born without love—that's been a stereotyped consensus among wizards over the years.

After entering Hogwarts, Tom's performance also met Dumbledore's expectations - he longed for wealth, power, knowledge, power... He longed for everything he did not have, but he never longed for a friend, a friend in Dumbledore It seems that the most important treasure of his student days, he has never asked for love from others, and he has ruthlessly rejected those ignorant loves.

He was indeed a man who lacked love, as Dumbledore once thought, which also made Tom the object of vigilance in the deep-minded Dumbledore, even more so than Melissa Sykes, who had ulterior motives. , and the kid who went to school with Tom and who was as thoughtful as himself—Nelson.

Dumbledore firmly believed that love is the greatest and most important thing in this world. Even if people who love fall, they will only become extreme, at least there are weaknesses, but what about people who have no love? He has only one ending, becoming a scatterer of despair.

He never looked away.

But the meaning of stereotypes is to break. When Dumbledore felt the love in Tom's heart for the first time, his heart was shocked and blinded, so that he froze in the tavern for a while, facing the When a student who had just entered the school, Legilimency was actually stopped.

He saw Tom's love, his pain at Jonas' death, and his determination to stand beside his best friend, young and weak enough to keep Dumbledore's eyes open.

And he also paid the price for his ego. A gifted student left Nurmengard, allowing Grindelwald's forces to expand rapidly in a way he never imagined, while another he thought had a demon king The fateful student sprouted hatred in his heart.

He had tried to mend his mistakes, but what had happened was irreparable, and he began to worry that someone more radical, powerful, and terrifying than Grindelwald would appear in the world, and he needed to train like Newt S. What Camander did against Grindelwald, develop a hero strong enough to take on Nelson who could cause trouble for the world in the future.

He saw Tom, and this was the first time he looked down from the clouds, and the first time he saw the love in Tom's heart, it should not have been born, but it was the love that was born. He was not without love, but this kind of love. Love is too proud, too absolute, too harsh, too stingy - Dumbledore imparted almost all knowledge without reservation, Tom greedily soaked up water like a dry sponge, and the one who saw it all Dumbledore regrets it to this day.

"I am willing to share this kind of luck with more people, so that people like me have the right to choose."

Tom's voice pulled Dumbledore from his memory back to reality, and Dumbledore's eyes were a little wet. As a man who had devoted half his life to education, his desire for this sentence **** everything else.

He blinked, spread his hands, and smiled, but did not speak, he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Tom could hear the choking in his throat, Dumbledore tilted his head, turned around, and looked at the picture frame behind him. A figure flashed behind the door in the corner of the living room, and there seemed to be some cooking smoke.

When Dumbledore turned his head, he was already smiling like a normal day.

After seeing his smile, Tom smiled too, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip, moistening his dry throat.

"This cup is actually Veritaserum."

"Drinking so much, I should be almost dead from poisoning."

After experiencing this little joke, the two laughed, and the atmosphere in the principal's room softened a lot.

"I have another question," Dumbledore said solemnly, adjusting his glasses, "if you have a chance to get this position, what do you think about Defence Against the Dark Arts?"

"The meaning of Defence Against the Dark Arts is to avoid being invaded by black magic," Tom said sternly, "I will teach Hogwarts students how to survive in the dark magic and various dangers from magic or magical animals, protect the yourself, against the enemy."

"Against the enemy?"

"Professor," said Tom, "the Hogwarts Express was attacked on my way home from vacation, and I thought that in the face of malicious passivity, it was condoned, and we must have the ability to protect ourselves, and also Have a heart that protects others."

The Salazar Slytherin hanging on the wall showed a retching expression. Phineas was about to say something when he was held down by Dalis. Dumbledore looked at Tom and was silent for a long time.

Until the light of the crystal ball in front of him dimmed, he nodded, stood up and said, "You can go home and wait for the notice, but Tom, the owl for the professor will be much earlier than the admission notice."

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