Beside them, Dumbledore had completely calmed down. He was no longer as sad as he was before.
His eyes were tightly shut, but he seemed to have recovered and could wake up at any time.
Perhaps he had already recovered and was listening to the conversation between the two.
Elwyn looked at Dumbledore and then at Tom Riddle. After a moment of silence, he sighed softly.
"I really don't understand the world of Death, but I know that you're not telling the truth." As Elwyn spoke, he raised Gryffindor's sword again. "What a pity. I gave you a chance, but you kept challenging my limits. Perhaps you want to use this as a bargaining chip to get Dumbledore to spare you, but you're wrong about one thing, Riddle. From the beginning to the end, you have no right to bargain. All you need to do is tell us everything you know, and then we'll decide whether to spare you or not based on our mood. "
"Wait, I'm telling the truth!" Riddle hurriedly shouted, blocking in front of Elwyn.
However, he was now only a shadow. Elwyn walked straight through him and stood in front of the cabinet.
"Alright, alright, I admit that I left out a part of what I said just now!" Riddle said. "Only I didn't tidy up my soul and arrive in that world. Only I. After my main body split, I could never return!"
Elwyn was unmoved. He raised Gryffindor's sword high up.
"Stop, stop right now!" His voice became sharp. "I admit that I cried at that time. It was embarrassing..."
"There's nothing to be ashamed of, Tom!" Dumbledore said calmly. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at Tom Riddle in front of him. "Crying is not a sin. It's just a normal way of expressing one's feelings. It's not easy to admit one's weakness. Sometimes, it's also a kind of courage."
"Professor!" Elwyn shouted.
Tom Riddle did not speak. He turned his head to the side, as if he did not want to look at Dumbledore.
"You did well, Elwyn!" Dumbledore said, "You protected me when I was lost. Now put down your sword. Tom is right. I think I really need to talk to him about this ring and the Stone of Resurrection. Hello, Tom. I have to admit that I didn't expect to see you here in this form before tonight! "
Elwyn put down his sword and retreated to the side. Since Dumbledore had woken up, it was time to end this matter!
Dumbledore's tone was very casual, as if he was greeting an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.
It was hard to imagine that not long ago, he had fought a duel to the death with Lord Voldemort.
"Hello, Professor!" Riddle said in a dry tone. He turned his head back and stared coldly at Dumbledore, as if sizing him up. "To be honest, I did think that one day, if anyone could find this place, it would be you. However, I didn't think that it would be so long. You look much older than before! "
"No matter how powerful one is, there is no way to conquer time," Dumbledore said. "We are all mortals."
"But I have conquered death. I have done it!" Riddle said bluntly. "I am immortal!"
"No one is immortal. Death isn't the scariest thing, Tom. It's just the beginning of another great journey. I thought you'd change that after seeing the world of Death, but it seems like you haven't." Dumbledore said in a disappointed tone, "You value these meaningless things too much, and in the end, you lost yourself!"
"You haven't changed at all!" Riddle said with disgust. "Put away your words, my dear professor. You know that those things are useless to me. I think you probably won't be deceived by me a second time!"
"It's not deceiving, it's a question of whether to choose to forgive and believe. Perhaps, I will believe you again tonight." Dumbledore said, his blue eyes staring at Riddle. "I can feel that you are different from Lord Voldemort. You are not so evil. Instead, you are like the boy I saw in the orphanage who made a mistake!"
"I am Lord Voldemort!" Riddle said loudly. He suddenly became fierce and intimidating.
Elwyn looked at him warily. He widened his eyes and stared fiercely at Dumbledore, but Dumbledore did not answer.
On the contrary, a kind smile appeared on Riddle's face.
"No, you are not him!" Dumbledore said with certainty. "You are fundamentally different from him."
"Enough, you are as annoying as before!" Riddle said unnaturally. He obviously became more vigilant. "Don't be hypocritical, professor. We both know what kind of person he is. Let's be honest. I can tell you everything I know. Everything you want to know. I only have one request. Don't destroy me! "
"Tom, in my eyes, you will always be my student!" Dumbledore said patiently. "As I said, I might be willing to believe you again. Also, I have to apologize. It was I who led you into the Hogwarts, but I did not fulfill my obligation to teach you. If I had … "
"Hypocritical!" Riddle said, taking a step back. "Everything was done according to my own ideas. If you insist, I can only tell you that if you were not by my side, I would feel more happy. Do you think I will gratefully accept your advice and become a Defense Against Black Magic Professor in obscurity? Or follow Professor Slughorn's idea and enter the Ministry of Magic to compete for that ridiculous minister position? No, I am Lord Voldemort. I am the heir of Salazar Slytherin. In my veins flows the blood of Salazar Slytherin himself. I was born to let the world remember me. I want them to be afraid when they hear my name. I want them to crawl on the ground and tremble. I will restore the glory of the Slytherin family. I will change the ending of the magic world. I will lead the revolution … "
"It's a great dream, but your method is wrong!" Dumbledore said calmly.
"I succeeded!" Riddle's voice sounded a little different.
"Do you really think so?" Dumbledore asked. "I heard your conversation with Elwyn just now. You seemed to have predicted the current situation. The more the soul splits, the more chaotic it becomes. It does not mean that the soul is stronger, but the more chaotic it becomes. It will lose all rationality and become a terrible monster. Horace definitely did not tell you this, or you misunderstood him. "
Riddle did not speak. Obviously, he could not refute. He just stared coldly at Dumbledore.
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