Dark Lord's Job Application Rejected After Failed Plastic Surgery (Third Update!)

After being manipulated by Tom, Harry Potter turned to the dark side, joined the Death Eaters, and became his spy.

It sounds exciting, but it's highly unlikely.

Dumbledore, in particular, kept his gaze fixed on Harry.

Forget about turning evil; even if they go astray a little, the principal will forcefully straighten them out.

The light of righteousness shines upon Harry!

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

This mole was very well hidden.

Could it be that Ron's little mouse, Scabbers... has become a spirit?

Since we can't figure it out, let's leave the matter of the mole here.

William said softly, "Professor, I have something else very important that I want to tell you."

"What's up?"

"Horcrux!"

"What?" Dumbledore looked at William in confusion.

"Hermione and I discovered one of Voldemort's Horcrux in the Room of Requirement."

Dumbledore's confusion turned into surprise.

William pulled out the rusty Diadem.

Dumbledore stared at the Diadem, stunned, as if incredulous. His expression was as if he had heard that his breakfast had been canceled.

After a long while, Dumbledore shook his head, a childlike smile spreading across his face.

"William, this is... exciting news! This is fantastic! This is the best news I've heard in a while!"

You've given me such a wonderful surprise, and I'm willing to give you and Hermione half of the gold in my vault as a token of my gratitude.

Of course, neither of you would want it.

No,

William is willing to take it!

He was also certain that

Hermione was willing too.

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

"I'm so curious to know how you and Hermione did it! I can't wait to experience a great adventure!"

William's wand dangled at his temple, evoking a milky white memory.

Dumbledore walked to a cabinet and took out the Pensieve from inside.

William placed his memories into the Pensieve.

The two bent down and entered.

Half an hour later, I returned to the Headmaster's Office.

"I've been waiting for this evidence for a long time," Dumbledore said softly after sitting down. "It confirms some of our suspicions."

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

"That's right," Dumbledore nodded, "We still have a long road ahead of us..."

"When did Voldemort put this Horcrux into the Room of Requirement?" William asked, puzzled.

"Judging from his appearance, he's disfigured; he'll definitely be gone after graduation."

Dumbledore and said, "He only came back once after graduation... the time he came to apply for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor."

"Voldemort wants to apply for the Defence Against Dark Magic position?" William was genuinely astonished.

It felt like the Führer initially just wanted to be a painter, except he was a poor student and got rejected.

"Yes," Dumbledore nodded. "Very few people know about this."

In fact, the year Tom graduated, he went to the old headmaster... Professor Dippet, to ask if he could stay and teach at Hogwarts.

Why did he want to stay and become a professor?

That involves Tom's childhood, which we'll discuss later.

Simply put, as an orphan, he has a deep affection for this school; it's like a home to him.

William nodded slightly; he had remembered something else.

After the Chamber of Secrets incident fifty years ago, the school was slated to close, Tom immediately found Hagrid to be the scapegoat to prevent the school from closing.

From this perspective, he does indeed have a special affection for Hogwarts.

"This castle is also a stronghold of Ancient Magic, containing countless secrets and items left behind by the Four Founders."

"He wants to continue digging for Hogwarts ' treasures," Dumbledore continued.

"Most importantly, becoming a teacher would allow him to attract young wizards, recruit more members, and expand his Death Eaters army," Dumbledore recalled.

It seems Tom firmly believes that Death Eaters should be recruited from childhood!

Only by solidly strengthening the foundation of the team and staying close to the students can we maintain the progressiveness and purity of our subordinates from the bottom up.

He's a real talent!

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

"Yes, but I advise Professor Dippet not to apply for the job," said Professor Dumbledore.

Professor Dippet didn't doubt Tom; in fact, he liked him very much. But he also felt that Tom was only eighteen and too young, and welcomed him to apply again in two years.

Will he come back in two years?

"No. Tom applied for the position again... ten years later," Dumbledore sighed.

The headmaster's wand touched the Pensieve, stirring it continuously, and new memories appeared within.

William followed Dumbledore into the flowing silver substance and returned to the Headmaster's Office.

This should be Dumbledore's memory.

Fawkes was fast asleep on the perch. Behind the desk was Dumbledore, whose face had slightly fewer wrinkles.

It's snowing outside. Pale blue snowflakes drift past the window in the darkness and accumulate on the windowsill.

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

But he didn't move at all.

Voldemort has completely lost his handsomeness.

His face appeared burned, his features blurred, like wax, and strangely distorted. The whites of his eyes now seemed permanently bloodshot.

After a standoff, Dumbledore and Voldemort

The principal sat up straight, his fingertips touching, and said sternly:

"... Let's talk this out. Why did you bring your men here tonight to apply for a job that we both know you don't want?"

Voldemort showed a cold surprise.

"A job I don't want? Quite the opposite, Dumbledore, I want it very much."

"Oh, you want to go back to Hogwarts, but you don't actually want to teach any more than you did when you were eighteen. What do you really want, Tom? Why can't you just be honest for once?"

Voldemort sneered.

"If you don't want to give me a job--"

"Of course not," Dumbledore said, "And I don't think you expected me to give it to you. But you still came and made the application; you must have something on your mind."

Voldemort stood up, his face full of rage.

Is this your final decision?

"Yes," Dumbledore stood up as well. "I refuse your request."

"Then we have nothing more to discuss."

"No," said Dumbledore, a deep sorrow on his face. "The time to frighten you with a burning wardrobe and force you to atone has long passed. But I hope, Tom... I hope..."

Voldemort merely smiled dismissively and left the room.

William was deeply moved as he looked at Dumbledore's memory.

Unsurprisingly, the demon king, whose plastic surgery went wrong, was rejected from his job search.

This tells us one thing: appearance is extremely important in one's career.

Even if you're talented, it won't work if you look like an ugly monster.

Also, don't speak too aggressively to your boss.

If someone offers you a drink and you don't drink it, isn't that disrespectful?

Still want to work?

He wants to eat peaches.

Of course,

It was this rejection that brought Voldemort, who had been brutally beaten down by society, to his senses.

He resolutely took his younger brother and started his own business, building the renowned "Death Eaters" company.

Just as the Death Eaters were at their peak, about to go public and expand beyond the British Isles... the Dark Lord before his entrepreneurial journey was even halfway complete.

It's truly regrettable.

(Third update!)