Waiting

Previously, when Lupin said that Voldemort was about to be resurrected, Harry and the others thought he was just imagining things.

Dumbledore has been saying things like this for over a decade.

In their eyes, Voldemort might still be alive, and it would probably be very difficult for him to regain his physical form then.

Because there was no second Philosopher's Stone that could revive him.

But now, they've discovered something.

That means Voldemort might be planning some kind of desperate measure.

This must be related to Antonin Dolohov.

"Draco, is your dad alright?"

"After Voldemort dealt with Dolohov and Azkaban, he set his sights on your father!" Ron turned to Draco.

"This might have something to do with your father's wand. What is his wand?" Harry speculated.

"I'm not quite sure, my dad inherited his wand from my grandfather."

"My grandfather and Voldemort were very close."

"Maybe--"

"I want to write a letter to my father!" Draco suddenly said.

"I want to write to my dad too!" Ron felt it necessary to remind his father to be wary of Azkaban.

"Then I'll write to Sirius. He's always believed me, no matter how outlandish my words may be," Harry added.

"Then we'll all write letters!" The three of them exchanged a glance.

In their eyes, besides themselves, perhaps only the old wizard, the armored man, and Voldemort knew about this.

If they don't tell, things might really develop in the direction of Voldemort's plan.

That would be the end of us!

However, Harry forgot that there was someone at Hogwarts with an even closer connection than himself and Voldemort —their Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor, Tom Riddle.

At that moment, he was discussing this matter with Dumbledore.

"So, according to you, Voldemort died once last night?" Dumbledore, who had been nonchalant, suddenly straightened up.

"Yes, I wanted to find out more through my connection with him, and I'll tell you later."

"But he's always been wary of me. If he hadn't died again last night, I probably wouldn't have known he'd found another body," Riddle sneered.

In his eyes, the being now known as Voldemort was nothing but a skeleton in a grave.

He just needs to be patient, like a snake, and wait for his chance to strike.

"Flesh? I hope that's not a name I'm familiar with," Dumbledore said.

At this moment, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

He was afraid to hear the name of a wizard like Quirrell, who was originally kind and had a bright future, from Riddle's mouth.

What he found even more unbelievable was that he was now actually hoping that the unfortunate guy would be Fudge or Umbridge.

Because they had just stepped down from power, they were in a desperate situation.

Cooperating with Voldemort for power aligns with his current view of them.

"A name that Lupin would be happy to hear."

"Fenrir Greyback?"

"Yes, that's him."

Dumbledore and Riddle exchanged a smile, and the air was instantly filled with a pleasant atmosphere.

"So, where did Voldemort die?"

"What information did he reveal before he died?" Dumbledore a fly.

"No."

"Judging by the direction, it's probably Yorkshire," Riddle shrugged.

"Alright, but you must have something else to say." Dumbledore was initially disappointed, but then his spirits lifted.

"Harry Potter." Riddle raised an eyebrow.

"You mean, Harry might know more?"

"That's right, it's Horcrux that Voldemort didn't know about."

"Voldemort himself doesn't know about their connection—so how could he possibly block it!" Dumbledore looked in Riddle's direction, Riddle nodded, indicating that this was exactly what he meant.

"I'll send Dobby to find Harry Potter— " Riddle's words had barely left his lips when, with a crackling sound, the House-elf Dobby appeared.

"Dobby, go find Harry Potter right now! Dobby has to help Dumbledore catch the You-Know-Who!" Dobby stared intently in Dumbledore's direction.

It's as if Riddle doesn't exist.

"You know Harry Potter, right? He's the one who told you to keep an eye on me?" Riddle rested his chin on his left hand, looking at the strange House-elf with interest.

"It has nothing to do with Harry Potter, it was Dobby's own choice!" Dobby- like ears twitched, and he mustered his courage to look in Riddle's direction.

"Alright, Dobby, don't go tell Harry yet."

"You don't need to keep an eye on Tom anymore."

"He is one of my men." Dumbledore wiped his eyes, moved.

A timid House-elf dared to confront Tom, whom Harry saw as no different from Voldemort, all for the sake of their friendship.

"Alright, I don't think Potter sent you to spy on me either."

"It's strange, really, that he trusts me—because Dumbledore trusts me," Riddle said, half disgusted and half bewildered.

"Okay, Dobby, I just want to wait."

"Harry is a smart and thoughtful person."

"If there is any news, he will take the initiative to contact someone he trusts."

"I think we can wait a bit longer."

"Well, alright, I'll send you to inform Harry later, if necessary," Dumbledore said helplessly.

Upon hearing the last sentence, Dobby gave a comical bow and then disappeared.

"Was he really House-elf?" Riddle couldn't help but ask after Dobby disappeared.

Not only did he act in a way that dared to defy his master's (Dumbledore's ) orders, but his appearance was also completely different from that of a typical House-elf.

This House-elf named Dobby wore a teapot-shaped thermal cover on his head, adorned with a bunch of colorful badges, a horseshoe-patterned tie on his bare chest, and something resembling children's soccer shorts, with two mismatched socks on his feet.

It's so bizarre, it's bizarre to the extreme.

"Well, I think I can point out one more thing—he also wants a salary." Dumbledore winked at Riddle.

"No wonder he's the House-elf Harry Potter knew. And it's true, because of Harry Potter, Ravenclaw's Weasley was born, and even a kind-hearted Malfoy appeared." Riddle shook his head and sighed.

"I think this should all be attributed to—" Riddle interrupted Dumbledore before he could finish speaking.

"Like?"

"Right?"

"I knew it, you always blame everything on love."

"In my opinion, Harry Potter possessed a certain aura due to his exceptional talent in white magic, coupled with his mother's spells."

"A quality that inspires kindness," Riddle said earnestly.

"Perhaps," Dumbledore retorted. "Even if we follow your logic, temperament comes from within. The real reason is that Harry is a kind child."

I don't think so.

And so, the topic of love once again filled the room.

The portraits of the principal on the wall all had their eyes closed, clearly unfazed by the sight.

The second chapter of the day will probably be released later.