After being bewitched by Tom, Harry Potter turned evil and joined the Death Eater, becoming his little spy.

It sounds really exciting, but it is basically unlikely.

In particular, Dumbledore's eyes were always on Harry.

Not to mention becoming evil, if you grow a little bit crooked, you will be forced to be straightened by the principal.

The light of the righteous path shines on Harry!

Since it wasn't Harry, William really couldn't figure out who it was.

This inner ghost is so hidden.

Could it be that Ron's little mouse is spotted... has become a sperm?

Since I can't figure it out, the matter of the insider will end.

William whispered: "Professor, I have another very important thing I want to tell you."

"What's up?"

"Horcrux!"

"What?" Dumbledore looked at William in confusion.

"My heart of the Horcrux and I found Voldemort's Horcrux in the house of Responsibility."

Dumbledore's confusion turned into surprise.

William took out the rusty crown.

Dumbledore stared at the crown, stunned for a moment, as if he was unbelievable. The expression seemed to hear his breakfast had been cancelled.

After a long time, Dumbledore couldn't help but shake his head, and a childlike smile appeared on his face.

"William, what...thrilling news! That's great! This is the best news I've heard recently!

You suddenly gave me a surprise, and I would like to give you and Hermione half of the gold in my vault to express my gratitude.

Of course, you two will definitely not want to.”

No,

William is willing to ask!

He was sure,

Hermione is willing, too.

Dumbledore did not touch the crown immediately, but stood up.

"I'd love to know, how did you and Hermione do it? I can't wait to have a great adventure!"

William's wand hung on his temple, bringing out a milky white memory.

Dumbledore walked to a cabinet and took out the meditation basin inside.

William put his memory into a meditation pot.

The two leaned over and entered.

Half an hour later, I returned to the principal's office again.

"I've been waiting for this evidence for a long time," Dumbledore whispered after sitting down, "it confirms some of our speculations."

"Voldemort made more than one Horcrux," William said.

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded, "The road ahead of us is still long..."

"When did Voldemort put this Horcrux into the house of all requests?" William said in confusion.

"Feeling at his appearance, he has been disfigured. He will definitely be after graduation."

Dumbledore thought for a while and said, "He has only been back once after graduation... the time he came to apply for the position of Professor of Black Magic Defense from me."

"Voldemort wants to apply for a position in Black Magic Defense?" William was really shocked.

The feeling was like the head of state that he wanted to be a painter at the beginning. However, he was a poor student and was rejected.

"Yes," Dumbledore nodded. "Seldom know about this.

In fact, the year Tom graduated, he found the old principal...Professor Dippet and asked if he could stay at Hogwarts to coach."

"Why did he want to stay and be a professor?"

"That involves Tom's youth, we're discussing it later.

Simply put, as an orphan, he has a deep affection for this school, like a home.”

William nodded slightly, and he remembered another thing.

After the secret room incident fifty years ago, the school was about to be closed, and Tom immediately asked Haeger to be a scapegoat to prevent the school from being closed.

From this point of view, he does have special feelings for Hogwarts.

"This castle is also a stronghold of ancient magic, with countless secrets and items left by the four giants.

He wanted to continue digging Hogwarts' treasures." Dumbledore continued.

"The most important point is that being a teacher can attract young wizards, recruit soldiers and strengthen his Death Eaters team," Dumbledore recalled.

It seems that Tom firmly believes that the Death Eater will start with the doll!

Only by laying a solid foundation in the team and not being separated from the students can we maintain the advanced nature and purity of our subordinates from the bottom up.

He is a talent!

"With Tom's grades and abilities, it should be more than enough to stay and teach, right?" William asked softly.

"Yes, but I suggest Professor Dippet not to apply for him," said Professor Dumbledore.

"Professor Dippet doesn't doubt Tom, he still likes him very much. But he also thinks Tom is only eighteen years old and is too young. He is welcome to apply again in two years."

"Will he come back in two years?"

"No. Tom has been applying for this position again, it has been...ten years later." Dumbledore sighed.

The principal's wand touched the meditation basin, stirring constantly, and new memories appeared inside.

William followed Dumbledore into the flowing silver substance and returned to the principal's office.

This should be Dumbledore's memory.

Fox was asleep on the perch. Behind the desk was Dumbledore, with slightly less wrinkles on his face.

It was snowing outside, and light green snowflakes floated past the window in the dark and piled up on the windowsill outside.

Voldemort was sitting in a chair, with a drink in front of him.

But he didn't move at all.

Voldemort is completely unrelated to handsomeness.

His face seemed to have been burned, his facial features were blurred, waxy, and strangely twisted. The whites of his eyes seemed to be permanently filled with blood.

After a confrontation between Dumbledore and Voldemort,

The principal sat upright, touched his fingertips together, and said seriously:

"...Let's just talk about it. Why did you come here with your subordinates tonight and apply for a job? You and I know that you don't want?"

Voldemort showed cold surprise.

"A job I don't want? On the contrary, Dumbledore, I really want it."

"Oh, you want to go back to Hogwarts, but you don't actually want to teach more than you were eighteen years old. What exactly do you want, Tom? Why can't you be honest at once?"

Voldemort sneered.

“If you don’t want to give me a job”

"Of course I don't want to," said Dumbledore, "and I don't think you expect me to give it to you either. But you came and applied, and you must have made some attempts."

Voldemort stood up, his face full of anger.

"Is this your final decision?"

"Yes." Dumbledore also stood up. "I rejected your request."

"Then we have nothing to talk about."

"No more." Dumbledore said, with deep sorrow on his face, "I can scare you with my burning closet, and force you to atone for atonement long ago. But I hope, Tom...I hope..."

Voldemort just smiled contemptuously and left the room.

William also felt a lot of emotion when he looked at Dumbledore's memory.

There is no doubt that the devil who failed to apply for a plastic surgery was eliminated.

This tells us one thing: appearance is too important in our career.

Even if you are talented and look like an ugly person, it is not OK.

Moreover, don't talk too hard to talk to the boss.
To be continued...