Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 329 Waiting
Before, when Lupin said that Voldemort was about to be resurrected, Harry and the others thought he was overthinking.

Dumbledore has been saying things like this for more than a decade.

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

Because there is no second Philosopher's Stone that can revive him.

But now, they discovered something.

That is, Voldemort may be preparing to use some means to cut off the source of the problem.

This must be something to do with Antonin Dolokhov.

"Draco, is your dad okay?"

"After Voldemort dealt with Dolohov and Azkaban, he targeted your father!" Ron turned and looked at Draco.

"Maybe it has something to do with your father's wand. What is his wand?" Harry speculated.

"I'm not sure. My father inherited his wand from my grandfather."

"My grandfather had a good relationship with Voldemort."

"maybe--"

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

"I want to write to my dad, too!" Ron felt the need to remind his dad about Azkaban.

"Then I'll write to Sirius. He always believes me, no matter how bizarre my words are." Harry continued.

"Then let's all write letters!" The three of them looked at each other.

In their eyes, apart from them, perhaps the only one who knew about this matter was the old wizard, the armored man, Voldemort.

If they didn't say it, I'm afraid everything would really develop according to Voldemort's plan.

That's it!
However, Harry forgot that there was someone in Hogwarts who had a closer connection with Voldemort than himself - their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Tom Riddle.

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

"According to you, Voldemort died once last night?" Dumbledore, who had been careless, suddenly straightened up.

"Yes, I wanted to find out more through the connection between him and me, and I will tell you later."

"But he has always been wary of me. If he hadn't died again last night, I probably wouldn't have known that he had found a new body." Riddle sneered.

In his eyes, the being now known as Voldemort was nothing more than a pile of bones in a grave.

He just had to remain patient, like a snake, and wait for his chance to strike.

"Flesh? I hope that is not a name I am familiar with," said Dumbledore.

At this moment, he couldn't help feeling 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 was even more unbelievable to him was that he actually began to expect that the unlucky guy would be Fudge or Umbridge.

Because they just stepped down and are at the point of desperation.

Working with Voldemort for power was consistent with how he viewed them now.

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

"Greyback?"

"Yes, that's him."

Dumbledore and Riddle smiled at each other, and the air was suddenly filled with joy.

"So, where did Voldemort die?"

"He leaked that information before he died?" Dumbledore rubbed his hands together.

"No."

"Looking at the direction, it's probably Yorkshire." Riddle shrugged.

"Okay, but you should have something else to say." Dumbledore was disappointed at first, but then he recovered his spirits. "Harry Potter." Riddle raised his eyebrows.

"You're saying that it's possible that Harry knows more?"

"That's right. He is a Horcrux that Voldemort doesn't know about yet."

"Voldemort himself doesn't even know about the connection between them - so how can it be blocked!" Dumbledore looked in the direction of Riddle, who nodded to indicate that this was what he meant.

"I'll let that Dobby go find Harry Potter—" Riddle's words had just fallen when the house-elf Dobby appeared with a crackling sound.

"Dobby, go find Harry Potter now! Dobby will help Dumbledore catch the mysterious man!" Dobby looked in the direction of Dumbledore, his eyes fixed.

It was as if Riddle didn't exist.

"You know Harry Potter, right? Did he ask you to keep an eye on me?" Riddle held his chin with his left hand and looked at the strange elf with interest.

"It has nothing to do with Harry Potter. Dobby did it voluntarily!" Dobby's big bat-like ears trembled, and he mustered up the courage to look in the direction of Riddle.

"Okay Dobby, there's no need to inform Harry yet."

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

"He is mine." Dumbledore wiped his eyes with emotion.

A timid house-elf dared to confront Tom, who in his mind was no different from Voldemort, for the sake of his friendship with Harry.

"Well, I won't assume Potter sent you to spy on me either."

"It's strange that he trusts me - because Dumbledore trusts me," said Riddle half disgusted and half weirdly.

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

"Harry is a smart and careful man."

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

"I think we can wait."

"Well, okay, I'll send you to inform Harry later if there is really a need." Dumbledore said helplessly.

At the last word, Dobby bowed comically and disappeared.

"Is he really a house-elf?" Riddle couldn't help but ask after Dobby disappeared.

Because not only his behavior - he dared to resist the orders of his master (Dumbledore), but even his dress was completely different from that of ordinary house-elves.

The house-elf, named Dobby, wore a teapot coziness on his head with a bunch of colorful badges pinned to it, a horseshoe-patterned tie on his bare chest, and something like children's football shorts on his lower body, with two mismatched socks on his feet.

It's really weird. It's really weird to open the door for weirdness.

"Well, I think I might add one more point - he also wants a salary." Dumbledore winked at Riddle.

"He is worthy of being the house-elf that Harry Potter knows. It is also because of Harry Potter that Ravenclaw Weasley was born and even a kind-hearted Malfoy appeared." Riddle shook his head and sighed.

"I suppose this is all due to--" Riddle interrupted Dumbledore before he could finish.

"like?"

"right."

"I knew you always blamed everything on love."

"If I were to put it this way, Harry Potter has a certain temperament because of his superb talent in white magic, coupled with his mother's spell."

"A temperament that inspires good will in people." Riddle said seriously.

"Maybe. Even if you say so, temperament comes from the inside out. The real reason is that Harry is a kind child." Dumbledore retorted.

"I don't think so."
So, the topic of love once again filled the room.

The portraits of the principal on the wall all had their eyes closed, obviously not surprised at all.

Recently, the second chapter of the day will probably be posted later.

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