Just like Lord Voldemort, Tom Riddle firmly believed that he would not fail and that he was invincible.
Elwyn did not know how to comment on this kind of blind confidence. He could only say that it was a manifestation of arrogance.
Lord Voldemort failed in the end and lost everything. He was no match for Dumbledore.
History had proven this point countless times, but he was never willing to admit it.
"Professor, you don't understand these things at all!" Riddle continued. "You just want to maintain the existing order..."
"Obtain great power, realize cruel dreams, force Muggle to surrender, Wizard to be proud, become a young leader, the invincible conqueror of death!" Dumbledore said softly. "Tom, I have to admit that I once had the same thoughts as you. Although the methods are different, these are obviously ridiculous."
His eyes calmly passed through Riddle and looked at the Lifestone in the cabinet. His expression was lonely and sad, and he was obviously thinking of his sister and parents.
"I once paid a huge price for this. I regret not telling you all this back then..."
"This is not ridiculous at all. I succeeded, but you did not!" Riddle repeated.
"Shut up, Riddle!" Elwyn said impatiently. "You did not succeed. You never succeeded. What you did only made the world more chaotic. Just like yourself, you became a terrible monster. Now, what you need to do is to tell us what you know and wait for our judgment. "
Tom Riddle looked at him with hatred, but perhaps because of the Gryffindor sword in Elwyn's hand, he did not say anything.
"Elwyn is right. Now is not a good time to reminisce and argue." Dumbledore took a deep breath and looked Riddle in the eyes again. "Tom, please tell me, how were you split in the first place? I am also very curious about this. Your understanding of soul artifacts seems to be different from mine. "
"Different?" Riddle sneered. "But I'm still a soul tool. Since you want to know, I'll tell you. As I said earlier, my appearance was an accident, an accident that came early. Ever since I entered the Hogwarts, I've been looking for my background. Although it's different from the orphanage, and I'm surrounded by wizards with magic, I know I'm different from them. I firmly believe that I'm different. "
"In the past five years, I've flipped through all the books I could find, but I couldn't find my father's name. I thought he was a wizard, not my mother, because she died so easily. What a joke." He said disdainfully, "But what's more ridiculous is that she was actually a Wizard. I finally found her family's name in a historical record, the Gunter Family, the only descendant of the Slytherins, a noble pure-blooded Wizard family."
"So you came here, in the summer when you were fifteen, and met Morfin Gunter."
"Oh, Professor, have you met my dear uncle?" Riddle squinted his eyes and gradually calmed down. In a glib tone, he said, "I thought after I met him, he was locked up in Azkaban!"
"Yes, but I met him before he died, and I found some important information from him," Dumbledore said. "What happened that night? Right after you took Morfin's wand and ring. "
"Don't you already know? I went to see that man, in the big house on the other side of the valley. I wanted to see the man who abandoned me and my mother, the man I've been searching for fifteen years. I wanted to see what he looked like … "Riddle said, a cruel and cold smile appearing at the corner of his mouth." Of course, I went with hatred. If there's a chance, I won't hesitate to make him pay for what he did in the past. "
"You killed him?"
"I planned to, but strictly speaking, I didn't enjoy it," Riddle replied. His eyes swept across Elwyn and Dumbledore's faces, and finally fell on the photo in the cabinet. He stared at it. "Before that, I had already split myself. In the man's room, I found this photo. It was left for him by my mother. He didn't notice it, but I saw this picture in his memory. I controlled him, and with a small spell, I learned everything about him and my mother from his head. A lot of things he had forgotten. "
Dumbledore listened carefully. This was slightly different from the reasoning he had told Elwyn before.
These slight differences could perhaps lead to a change in the nature of the whole thing.
Elwyn had this feeling that he could use this special soul tool to do something.
At the very least, they could learn all the secrets about the Lord Voldemort before he was 15. However, if they wanted to kill the Lord Voldemort, they had to destroy it in the end.
He didn't know what Dumbledore was thinking, but there was no doubt about it.
There was another small detail. Tom Riddle was only 15 years old at that time, but he could already use magic outside the school without worrying about being tracked by the Ministry of Magic.
It seemed that the surveillance by the Ministry of Magic was really useless.
"After you found out about these things, you cried. Was it because you were sad?" Dumbledore asked softly.
Riddle didn't answer, but Dumbledore continued to stare at him. There was an invisible pressure in the air.
"I've said it just now. It's not a shameful thing. Everyone has a weak moment. If you ask me, I can tell you that it's love."
"I knew you would say that, Professor!" Riddle's tone was full of sarcasm. "Love again? I've never had such ridiculous feelings. I've never had them. And I'm not that weak. "
"I always thought you didn't understand, but now I have to take back my words. You once had them. At least when you were 15, you didn't fall," Dumbledore said. "But you hid it very deeply, so deeply …"
"Enough, Dumbledore. If you continue to talk about this boring topic, preach your ideas, and want me to admit that I once had a ridiculous love, then destroy me. I don't care!" He raised his voice again.
"But you cried when you found out about your father and mother's past," Elwyn reminded. "Why?"
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