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Chapter 299 Confrontation in the Principal’s Office
Tom Riddle walked into the principal's office carrying an exquisite small suitcase.

"Mr. Dumbledore." Tom greeted in a friendly manner, and then he spotted Snape beside him, and immediately showed a surprised look.

"Mr. Snape! You actually work at Hogwarts too!"

Snape twisted his neck uncomfortably.

He thought of a lot of Voldemort's behavior when he saw the traitor, but he didn't expect him to behave like this.

"Mr. You-Know-Who, I want to ask a question first." Dumbledore opened his mouth, but before the question could be asked, Tom said first:

"I prefer you to call me Tom, Headmaster Dumbledore. I originally liked your Transfiguration course the most, but unfortunately I really don't have much talent in this area."

Tom put down the box, as if he had arrived at his own home, stretched his neck and looked around at the desk, "Don't you have anything to drink here?"

"There are too many snacks and sweets in the steam train. I'm a little thirsty now." After saying that, Tom blinked his handsome eyes, trying to seduce Dumbledore, an old man.

"Mysterious man..." Dumbledore looked at Tom's pouting expression and couldn't help but twitching at the corner of his eyes, so he had to change his words.

"Okay, Tom. I've got honey water here."

Tom smiled happily and did not show any politeness to Dumbledore. He sat directly on the chair, placed his hands neatly on his thighs together, raised his head and said, "I can do it, Headmaster."

At this moment, he looked more like Dumbledore's child than a serious Hogwarts student.

Of course, he is completely different from the murderous Voldemort.

Snape looked at Tom deeply, and the Dark Mark on his arm strangely did not react.

He winked at Dumbledore. Dumbledore, who was preparing honey water and desserts, kept his expression unchanged and asked as if chatting about family matters:
"Tom, you look different now from the gentleman I knew and the young man you once were."

Tom raised his eyebrows and gave Dumbledore a confused look.

"The question I've been wanting to ask since you arrived here is: How can you prove that you are the resurrected mysterious man?"

Dumbledore placed honey water and a plate of donuts in front of Tom. In the office, he, Snape and Fawkes stared at Tom closely.

"Oh, you want to ask this?" Tom smiled, leaned back on the chair, and sat up rather cynically.

"Is it because Mr. Snape's Dark Mark didn't react?"

Tom talked to himself, and then stretched out his slender right index finger. The sun shone on his well-manicured nails, reflecting healthy and upward white light.

"I have gained a new appreciation for magic recently, just as you do now, Headmaster."

"If I don't want to, the power of magic won't show up. But, if I want to-"

The sun in the sky was blocked by a dark cloud, and before the candlelight could react, the principal's office fell into a strange darkness.

Fox's feathers all exploded and he screamed at Tom, his body ablaze with fire.

The firelight illuminated the principal's office again.

Tom had already extended his middle finger next to his index finger.

A small dark green snake was coiled around two fingers. It spit out letters and stared directly at Snape with its lively eyes.

"Ah!!" Snape screamed and fell to the ground, covering his arm.

He pulled open his sleeves, and the color on the Dark Mark was so intense that it seemed like it was about to burrow through his skin.

"Stop!" Dumbledore shouted, his voice was so loud that even the dark clouds outside seemed to be shaken away by his voice.

The sun shines through the window and into the principal's office again.

The firelight on Fawkes' body and the natural sunlight, together, covered the collapsed Snape like a thick quilt.

Snape gasped with a pale face, and the hair on his temples was soaked with sweat from his forehead.

He looked at the slowly dissipating Dark Mark with lingering fear. The sudden pain made him feel as if he had been stabbed to the bone. He was still in so much pain that he could not stand up.

Dumbledore looked at the little snake on Tom's fingertips with a solemn expression. The dark magic just now had completely disappeared.

"Principal, you once said that power does not distinguish between good and evil, it only depends on what the person who uses it intends to do." Tom twisted his thumb on his index and middle fingers, and the green snake disappeared suddenly.

"Students are not talented. I only understand this truth now." "Do you think I woke up too late?"

Dumbledore took a deep look at Tom. He bent down, helped Snape up with great effort, and said word by word: "It's never too late, Mr. Riddle."

Tom shrugged regretfully, then reached out to pick up the honey water and drank it in one gulp.

"Headmaster, can I prove that I am Tom Riddle now?"

Dumbledore nodded and whispered something into Snape's ear.

Then, Snape staggered out of the principal's office, covering his arms.

Tom stood up politely and watched Snape leave.

His back was turned to Dumbledore, with no intention of getting defensive.

"Mr. Riddle, you are really different from before." Dumbledore looked at the young figure in front of him faintly.

In him, even the sun shines with 100% vitality.

This feeling of vigorous life made Dumbledore's old and sluggish body unable to help but feel jealous.

Confronting a young, powerful and cunning man, Dumbledore suddenly felt powerless.

Horcrux, if this kind of magic is used on my body, will I be sure of victory? Dumbledore couldn't help but come up with this idea.

"Headmaster, you should have access to the Hogwarts library. I haven't taken away the method of making the Horcrux. It's still in the restricted book area."

Tom had turned around, and there seemed to be vortexes in his pupils.

An unspeakable desire to confide surged from Dumbledore's heart, and he couldn't help but open his heart to Tom and tell him all his thoughts.

"Wow!!"

Fawkes' sharp scream woke Dumbledore out of his daze. He took two steps back and pointed the Elder Wand at Tom reflexively with his right hand.

"Don't be nervous, Principal. I just want to have a good chat with you." Tom's eyes returned to their original shape, showing a harmless smile, "Is that the Elder Wand, one of the Three Hallows of Death, in your hand?"

"You can tell from the smell that this is a powerful wand, and it's a perfect match for you."

"Mr. Riddle, our conversation ends here." Dumbledore said in a cold tone, "Next, I will announce your new identity in front of all the teachers and students in the school."

"I hope you prepare well and don't make any mistakes."

"Okay, Principal." Tom smiled nonchalantly, picked up the box and walked towards the door, "By the way, I don't know where the teachers' dormitory is yet."

"Did Fox take me there?"

"No, it's your senior."

"Wow, is it Professor Quirrell?" Tom turned around, showing a look of surprise, "I was about to ask him about the key points of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"What an excellent arrangement. You are the greatest Hogwarts Headmaster, bar none."

"Please help yourself, Mr. Riddle. Don't keep Professor Quirrell waiting too long."

"Of course, of course, I can't wait now!" Tom laughed and walked out the door.

Dumbledore's eyebrows almost formed into a fist. He always felt that something was wrong with Tom.

However, he couldn't figure out why.

Just now, Tom launched an attack through the gap in his mind, and he almost revealed the secret in his heart.

Good thing Fox is there!

The door to the principal's office opened and closed, and Dumbledore let out a sigh of relief.

He picked up the Elder Wand and put it in front of his eyes to examine it, an unpredictable light flashing in his eyes.

　Gone.

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(End of this chapter)