Harry Potter 06 - Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

meeting, and Harry could tell that Voldemort took it as such.
    ‘I am surprised you have remained here so long,’ said Voldemort after a short pause. ‘I always wondered why a wizard such as yourself never wished to leave school.’
    ‘Well,’ said Dumbledore, still smiling, ‘to a wizard such as myself, there can be nothing more important than passing on ancient skills, helping hone young minds. If I remember correctly, you once saw the attraction of teaching, too.’
    ‘I see it still,’ said Voldemort. ‘I merely wondered why you – who is so often asked for advice by the Ministry, and who has twice, I think, been offered the post of Minister –’
    ‘Three times at the last count, actually,’ said Dumbledore. ‘But the Ministry never attracted me as a career. Again, something we have in common, I think.’
    Voldemort inclined his head, unsmiling, and took another sip of wine. Dumbledore did not break the silence that stretched between them now, but waited, with a look of pleasant expectancy, for Voldemort to talk first.
    ‘I have returned,’ he said, after a little while, ‘later, perhaps, than Professor Dippet expected … but I have returned, nevertheless, to request again what he once told me I was too young to have. I have come to you to ask that you permit me to return to this castle, to teach. I think you must know that I have seen and done much since I left this place. I could show and tell your students things they can gain from no other wizard.’
    Dumbledore considered Voldemort over the top of his own goblet for a while before speaking.
    ‘Yes, I certainly do know that you have seen and done much since leaving us,’ he said quietly. ‘Rumours of your doings have reached your old school, Tom. I should be sorry to believe half of them.’
    Voldemort’s expression remained impassive as he said, ‘Greatness inspires envy, envy engenders spite, spite spawns lies. You must know this, Dumbledore.’
    ‘You call it “greatness”, what you have been doing, do you?’ asked Dumbledore delicately.
    ‘Certainly,’ said Voldemort, and his eyes seemed to burn red. ‘I have experimented; I have pushed the boundaries of magic further, perhaps, than they have ever been pushed –’
    ‘Of some kinds of magic,’ Dumbledore corrected him quietly. ‘Of some. Of others, you remain … forgive me … woefully ignorant.’
    For the first time, Voldemort smiled. It was a taut leer, an evil thing, more threatening than a look of rage.
    ‘The old argument,’ he said softly. ‘But nothing I have seen in the world has supported your famous pronouncements that love is more powerful than my kind of magic, Dumbledore.’
    ‘Perhaps you have been looking in the wrong places,’ suggested Dumbledore.
    ‘Well, then, what better place to start my fresh researches than here, at Hogwarts?’ said Voldemort. ‘Will you let me return? Will you let me share my knowledge with your students? I place myself and my talents at your disposal. I am yours to command.’
    Dumbledore raised his eyebrows.
    ‘And what will become of those whom you command? What will happen to those who call themselves – or so rumour has it – the Death Eaters?’
    Harry could tell that Voldemort had not expected Dumbledore to know this name; he saw Voldemort’s eyes flash red again and the slitlike nostrils flare.
    ‘My friends,’ he said, after a moment’s pause, ‘will carry on without me, I am sure.’
    ‘I am glad to hear that you consider them friends,’ said Dumbledore. ‘I was under the impression that they are more in the order of servants.’
    ‘You are mistaken,’ said Voldemort.
    ‘Then if I were to go to the Hog’s Head tonight, I would not find a group of them – Nott, Rosier, Mulciber, Dolohov – awaiting your return? Devoted friends indeed, to travel this far with you on a snowy night, merely to wish you luck as you attempted to secure a teaching post.’
    There could be no doubt that Dumbledore’s detailed knowledge of those with whom he was travelling was even less welcome to Voldemort; however, he rallied almost at once.
    ‘You are omniscient as ever, Dumbledore.’
    ‘Oh, no, merely friendly with the local barmen,’ said Dumbledore lightly. ‘Now, Tom …’
    Dumbledore set down his empty glass and drew himself up in his seat, the tips of his fingers together in a very characteristic gesture.
    ‘… let us speak openly. Why have you come here tonight, surrounded by henchmen, to request a job