v2 Chapter 1514： Looking for love Voldemort (1/2)

”It's some magic!” Dumbledore calmly corrected him. ”Some, Tom, but on others, you still, well, please excuse me... ignorant and sad.”

Voldemort laughed for the first time. It was a kind of sly smile, and the evil expression was more terrible than anger.

”Old argument.” He whispered, ”You are still the same as before, Dumbledore, but what I saw in the world is not the same to prove your famous point: love is stronger than my magic. No, in me It seems that your so-called love is vulnerable to the fragile before the powerful magic.”

”Oh, is it? Maybe you are looking for something wrong,” Dumbledore reminded.

”So, where else is it better than here, in Hogwarts, is it better for me to start a new study?” Voldemort said, ”Would you like me to come back? You can let me share what I learned with your students.” Do you give me and my talents to you, listen to your command? And, can you help me find love here?”

Ai Wen’s mouth is slightly down, which is really an interesting topic to help Voldemort find love in Hogwarts.

Does he need love?

Does Hogwarts have the love he is looking for?

Also, love, Voldemort really understand such complex emotions?

Hogwarts is not a school of love, teaching students how to get love. A person who knows love can find love no matter where he is, and he does not know that people will never understand, even if love is in his eyes.

Sure enough, Dumbledore behind the table raised his brow slightly.

”Do you want to go back to Hogwarts? Then, listen to the people you command? What do those who claim to be, or are said to call themselves, Death Eaters?”

Voldemort's eyes flashed red again, and the two slit-like nostrils were enlarged.

Obviously, he did not seem to think that Dumbledore would know the name of the Death Eater.

”My friends.” He paused for a moment and said, ”They will continue to do without me, I believe.”

”I am very happy to hear you call them friends!” said Dumbledore. ”I thought they were more like your servants.”

”You are wrong,” Voldemort said.

”So, if I go to the pig's head bar tonight, I won't see the crowd, Knott, Rozil, Mursible, Dolohov, are you waiting for you to go back? Really loyal friends, with you I traveled so far in the snowy night and waited there, just to wish you a faculty position.”

Dumbledore’s understanding of his entourage undoubtedly made Voldemort more unhappy, his eyes became redder, but he calmed down almost immediately.

”You still know everything, Dumbledore.”

“Oh, where, it’s just a good relationship with the local bartender.” Dumbledore said easily, “Now, Tom...”

He put down the empty cup, sat up straight, and touched the tips of his fingers. This is his usual posture.

”Let's talk about it. Why are you coming here with you tonight, applying for a job that you know you don't want?”

Hearing his words, Voldemort showed a cold surprise. ”I don't want the job? On the contrary, Dumbledore, I really want this job. Whether it is the past, the present, or the future, I am extremely eager to hope. Stay in Hogwarts and teach. This is my home, I want to go home.”