In this Hogwarts without a savior

Chapter 120 118. Reason
Inside the main hall of the Ministry of Magic, which is half the size of a football field.

Voldemort and Dumbledore sat facing each other five meters apart.

These two people who should be the most hostile in the British magic world today did not fight immediately when they met, but everyone looked so calm on the outside, as if they were really a couple who hadn't seen each other for a long time. This meeting is just to reminisce about the old teachers and students.

"So who did you let into Hogwarts Castle, and no warnings have been triggered yet?"

Voldemort stared into Dumbledore's eyes, there was not much anger on his face, but genuine curiosity about the question.

"Those age-detection magics were set up by me personally. To deceive them, you must use an extremely powerful confusion spell. Apart from yourself, who else can do this?"

Dumbledore still had that smile on his face, and he spoke softly.

"Sometimes you trust yourself too much, Tom, trust your own magic, trust your own judgment even more."

For Dumbledore's title, Voldemort narrowed his eyes subconsciously. He obviously didn't like hearing this name, and he didn't like the surname behind it.

"Confidence is never a bad thing, you taught me that, Professor Dumbledore."

"But self-confidence is not the same as arrogance, but now I am not your teacher, some things you can't understand, but it is good for me, isn't it?"

The expression on Voldemort's face gradually darkened, his snake-like eyes seemed to be staring at his prey.

"And you, Dumbledore, are you so confident that the man who sneaked into the castle can save a group of mudbloods? And you are so confident in those bedbugs in Azkaban that they can escape?"

"Your rule is actually a complete mess, Tom." Dumbledore said casually, as if he didn't see Voldemort's dangerous gaze, "You should have felt that violent power can only be obeyed for a short time, If you want most people to really support you, you need to let them see the benefits. But the time for you to wake up is still a bit short, if you operate for a longer period of time, maybe I won’t have such confidence.”

Voldemort sneered.

"Why don't you mention your ridiculous love now?"

Dumbledore didn't get angry at his taunt, but looked calm.

“[For the greatest benefit], part of the credit for putting forward this sentence is part of me. I saw clearly what the so-called human nature is before you. But magic is the existence that can make individuals detached from groups, and benefits can be Brings the group together, but love—it makes the individual stronger."

"So?" Voldemort asked coldly, his voice echoing in the empty main hall, "You always said that I have never mastered the most powerful magic, so what is love? But now, who is Loser? Who is the winner!"

Dumbledore met Voldemort's eyes silently.

"No matter what kind of spell, will is always the driving force necessary for casting a spell, and love is the strongest will." When he said this, he suddenly laughed at himself, "But you are right, even if I say it again Duo, no matter how correct the words are, there is no way to hide the fact that I am indeed a loser. The mysteries of magic are endless. I am not an all-knowing and omnipotent god. There will always be powers that I don’t understand that are mastered by others, but—— "

"Your strength is also unstable, isn't it?"

The main hall fell into silence, the air seemed to be frozen, only the sound of the second hand of a big clock hanging on the wall kept ringing.

"Are you sure that I dare not fight you, or is there that incompetent loser who is also in this city, and he has given you enough support to give you enough confidence?"

After a long time, Voldemort slowly stood up from the seat, and just looked down at the old man in front of him.

Dumbledore looked at him calmly.

"Not at all, Tom. I believe that you dare to fight me, and I also believe that you are not afraid of me joining forces with Gellert at all, but I believe that you have enough reason now. Your reason will tell you that if we If there is a fight, there will be many problems later, which are very unfavorable to you."

"Your reason has allowed you to achieve what you are today, but also because of your reason, you have to sacrifice something for it."

Voldemort had drawn his wand as he spoke.

But Dumbledore still sat motionless in the chair, watching his movements.

The two just looked at each other silently, and the hands of the clock kept moving. Although Voldemort was holding the wand, he still had no intention of lifting it.

And just when the hour hand of the big clock pointed to "I", Dumbledore also stood up from his chair.

"It's a pleasure to have such a pleasant chat with you, Tom, but it's getting late." He straightened his trench coat, "Because Horace was poached by you, I can only replace him as the original professor. position, I still have two classes to attend in the afternoon, so let’s stop here today.”

Just as he finished speaking, a golden-red light suddenly flashed beside him, and Phoenix Fox, who had become a professional driver, landed on Dumbledore's shoulder.

"Today's affairs will not end like this, Dumbledore."

Voldemort didn't even seem to want to stop Dumbledore from leaving, he just said something that sounded non-threatening in a cold voice, and the light of his eyes completely enveloped him like this.

Dumbledore responded softly before disappearing from the hall.

"I am looking forward."

The light fades away.

Voldemort was the only one left in the main hall.

There was no emotion on his face, and he slowly sat back on the chair.

His eyes were calm, calmly staring at the chair Dumbledore had sat on before.

The sound of the hands beating on the clock was very rhythmic, and he followed this rhythm, tapping the body of the wand lightly with the tip of his index finger.

When he was deep in thought, his mouth suddenly opened strangely as if by itself, and he uttered crazy words that were completely different from the calmness in his eyes!

"Why didn't you kill him! What are you afraid of! Why didn't you kill him! Why didn't you kill him!!!"

The voice echoed in the main hall, but Voldemort raised his fist without hesitation, and punched himself hard in the mouth!
The punch was so heavy that it directly exposed blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Idiot." He seemed to have regained control of his mouth, and his voice returned to calm and cold again, "If it weren't for you, I would have done it when I saw him."

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then turned and walked into the Ministry of Magic with gloomy eyes.

(End of this chapter)