"Ha, it's too urgent, Riddle, it's too urgent. In fact, there is no need to be in such a hurry. Can we change the selection time a little bit?"

What makes everyone confused is that they all agreed on the unbelievable things before, but now they don't know why, there are such differences on the time of warrior selection.

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly and asked Voldemort's opinion in a gentle tone.

"Since you already have such confidence, why not spend more time?"

Voldemort didn't know why he was sarcastic.

"Be more generous? When do you want to wait until next year? The year after next, or your whole life?"

Dumbledore shook his head and said calmly.

"Today next week is enough."

Voldemort seemed to have heard some terrible joke, and his originally cold and mocking smile could no longer be suppressed.

"A week? You are an old man, so of course you should have some preferential treatment! So what if I just wait for you for a week?"

Dumbledore didn't seem to hear the irony in those words. He nodded happily and continued.

"Actually, one week is already very urgent. Since the time to select the warriors is so urgent, it is natural to spare some more time for the selected children to prepare. After all, they bear such a huge responsibility, and the specific competition process is also

Decisions and discussions are required, and these require a lot of energy. Therefore, I think it is better to set the official start time of the competition at the beginning of the new semester in September."

Voldemort didn't seem to have any objections to the start time of the game. He looked coldly into Dumbledore's eyes.

"It's going to be a great show, isn't it, Albus Dumbledore, my dear professor?"

Dumbledore smiled, his smile still so gentle and plain.
Chapter completed!