Hogwarts Everything Is Three

Chapter 749 Wall Orphanage

"Here is the answer." Dumbledore stood up, walked around the table, walked past Harry, and came to a golden three-story metal storage cabinet set up alone in the room like a gorgeous castle. It is full of transparent candle-shaped crystal bottles, and inside the transparent crystal bottles is a rotating and floating silver-white thing.

"These you see are memories," Dumbledore said, pointing to a crystal bottle in the storage cabinet. "In this vial is the memory of Tom Riddle."

Harry heard the words and stepped forward, seeing the label of the bottle that Dumbledore was pointing at saying "Tom Riddle".

The gray stone Pensieve flew out of the locker and landed on the Headmaster's desk, and Dumbledore shared this memory of Tom Riddle's family with Harry.

Coming out of the Pensieve, Harry stood at the table digesting what he had just seen and heard.

What made Harry even more disgusted was that Dumbledore also told Harry that the Gaunt family was a very old wizarding family known for being restless and violent, and because they were used to letting members of the family marry each other, this behavior The characteristics that lead to their family become more prominent from generation to generation. Their irrationality, combined with their penchant for pomp and ostentation, meant that the family fortune was squandered many generations before Marvolo's. He was surprised to find that Voldemort's grandfather, Marvolo Gaunt, had a terrifying bad temper, but was unreasonably arrogant. He regarded his ancestral relics as more precious than his son Morfin and daughter Merope.

Thinking of Voldemort's life experience, Harry felt that he was much luckier than him. Although they are also orphans, they did not attack Muggles or even Ministry of Magic officials. The grandfather and uncle who were finally imprisoned in Azkaban-the Petunia family are like angels compared to Voldemort's relatives.

She is the crystallization of her parents' love, and although Voldemort's mother was lucky to escape the sad fate caused by family tradition after her father and brother were imprisoned in Azkaban, she used a love potion to confuse the handsome man she had long admired. Muggle - old Tom Riddle, after being pregnant with young Tom Riddle, Dumbledore speculated that Merope mistakenly thought that the other party would really love her and didn't let Voldemort's Muggle father continue to take the love potion, As a result, Merope, who was abandoned, could only stay alone in London in the latter part of her pregnancy.

Lacking livelihood skills, she desperately needed money and had to sell the only valuable thing on her body-an heirloom locket that her father Marvolo cherished very much. The ignorant and desperate Merope just sold this heirloom Bought ten gold Galleons. Compared with her own mother, Merope obviously lacks courage. After she was abandoned by her husband, she stopped using magic, and even refused to raise her wand to save her life before she died. Remember getting Voldemort to an orphanage before he died.

"Don't tell me you feel sympathy for Voldemort?" Dumbledore's voice interrupted Harry's thoughts.

"No...no, but Merope can choose, isn't it, unlike my mother..." Harry looked up a little nervously, and saw Dumbledore raised his eyebrows.

"Your mother can also choose..." Dumbledore did not ask, he turned the tray in the storage cabinet and took out another bottle of memory. He pinched the oval base at the bottom of the crystal bottle and said, "This is my first bottle of memory." It’s not too late for the first time I saw Tom, if you want, I hope you can see it.”

Dumbledore handed the crystal vial to Harry. Harry looked at Dumbledore's injured hand, took the crystal vial, unplugged the top of the crystal vial that looked like a candle flame, and walked to the principal's desk in front of the Pensieve. Dumbledore's arm waved lightly in a semicircle overhead, and the Pensieve shimmered faintly, neither liquid nor gas.

Harry poured the silver substance from the bottle into the Pensieve, where it slowly swirled and spread out, turning into a black catkin-like substance. Harry leaned forward,

Taking a deep breath, he plunged into the basin. He felt his feet leave the office floor. He passed through the constantly rotating darkness, fell down, fell, and the black catkin-like substances also fell, and then turned into the cities and streets in Dumbledore's memory.

Dumbledore, who was about fifty or sixty years old, had no gray hair yet. He was wearing a purple-red suit that attracted the attention of many Muggles. With long auburn hair and beard, he held a black umbrella and walked along The sidewalk strode forward.

Harry roughly judged from several landmark buildings that this was in South Lambeth, London, and then Dumbledore opened a large iron gate marked "Wall Orphanage". Dense iron fences are installed on the high wall of the courtyard to prevent climbing thorns.

"I have to admit, I was a little confused when I received your letter, Mr. Dumbledore." A tired-looking woman with short blond hair stared suspiciously at Dumbledore's suit and even more flamboyant chrysanthemum-spotted scarf, Then lead him through the cold and narrow stairway, "For so many years, no relatives have ever visited Tom."

After climbing several floors in a row, she stopped, approached Dumbledore at the stairs on the third floor, and whispered, "Some accidents happened to other children, terrible accidents."

Then she took Dumbledore a few steps forward, stopped at the first door of this long corridor, knocked and pushed open the door: "Tom, someone is here to visit you."

"How are you doing, Tom?" Dumbledore's cloak was already hanging on his arm, and he walked past the wife of the Orphanage Headmaster who brought him, and entered the door.

It was an empty, undecorated hut, with only an old wardrobe and an iron bed. A boy who looked like a handsome old Tom Riddle was sitting on a gray blanket. He had a With black hair and pale face, he looked at Dumbledore who walked in without saying a word.

Dumbledore's hand reached for the old wardrobe, and Tom Riddle immediately stopped coldly: "Don't touch it."

Dumbledore withdrew his hand and slid his eyes across the seven stones lined up on the window sill, and there was a picture on the handle of the pipe on the wall next to the window. It was an island being beaten by waves, or it could only be counted as a large piece. reef place.

"You're a doctor, aren't you?" Tom Riddle asked alertly. "She's called the doctor to examine me again?"

"No, I'm Professor Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore." Dumbledore sat down and met Tom Riddle without any evasion.

"I don't believe it. They want me to see a doctor. They think I'm different." Tom Riddle's voice was tinged with exasperation.

"Well, then they might be right." Dumbledore said patiently.

"She wants someone to come and see me, doesn't she? Tell me the truth!" emphasized Tom Riddle, uttering the last three words in a fierce, boyish manner—a command, It appeared that he had given such orders many times before.

The boy's eyes widened suddenly, and he stared viciously at the red-haired wizard in front of him, but Dumbledore did not answer, but continued to smile kindly. After a few seconds, Riddle's eyes relaxed a little annoyed, but he He seemed more alert.

Dumbledore still had a friendly smile: "Hogwarts is not a madhouse, Hogwarts is a school, a school that teaches magic."

"I'm not crazy." Tom Riddle looked at Dumbledore, trying to determine whether the other party was lying, "I didn't do anything to little Amy Benson and Dennis Bishop, you and the old hag can Ask them yourself."

"You can do some things, can't you Tom? Some things other children can't," asked Dumbledore.

"I can make things move without touching them, I can make animals listen to me without teaching them, and if anyone treats me badly, I can make him suffer." The corners of Riddle's mouth curled up, and the flush of excitement came from His equally pale neck spread quickly to sunken cheeks, "I can hurt them if I want. Who are you?"

"I'm just like you, Tom." Dumbledore looked at Riddle intently, "I'm different."

"Prove it to me." Riddle narrowed his eyes.

The corners of Dumbledore's lips were raised, and he didn't make any movement. The dilapidated wardrobe in the corner immediately caught fire, and the fire light illuminated Tom Riddle's face.

In the firelight, the closet made a rattling sound.

"There seems to be something trying to get out of your closet, Tom." Dumbledore's face became serious.

Riddle walked to the flaming cabinet, opened the door, and took out a box from inside. The flames faded and the old wardrobe stood intact. Riddle put all the contents of the box on the bed indifferently. There was nothing unusual inside, just a bunch of ordinary things that children in the orphanage would regard as treasures, including a pulling reel, A silver thimble and a tarnished harmonica lay motionless on the bed.

"Hogwarts does not allow theft." Dumbledore looked at the little boy in front of him calmly, "You have to return these things to their owners and apologize to them, I promise I will know if you did. "

"I knew I was different... I was special, and there was something in it..." Riddle pointed at his trembling hands, and did not respond to Dumbledore's warning of his theft, which also Let Dumbledore restrain his smile and stare at Riddle more intently.

Suddenly, the boy raised his head, his face was different from before, revealing a kind of ecstasy, this kind of ecstasy did not make his expression more beautiful, but distorted his originally delicate facial features, that look It's like turning into a monster.

"At Hogwarts, you not only learn how to use magic, but also how to control it." Dumbledore leaned forward and asked, "You know what I mean?"

"Yes, sir...I will return it to them." Riddle narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was weighing Dumbledore, and then obediently put the pile of stolen goods back into the box, and then he said to Dumbledore unceremoniously "I don't have any money," said Bullido.

"That's not a problem." Dumbledore took out an equally purple leather purse from his fuchsia suit as he spoke, "Hogwarts has a fund for those who need funding to buy textbooks." And the little wizard in the school robe. But... some of your spellbooks may only be bought second-hand..."

"Where can I buy magic books?" Riddle interrupted Dumbledore, took the money bag without even thanking him, and then lowered his head and began to carefully examine a thick gold Galleon.

"In a place called Diagon Alley." Dumbledore didn't care about the impoliteness of the other party. "I brought your bibliography and school supply list, and I can help you buy everything..."

"You want to accompany me?" Riddle asked, raising his head.

"Of course, if you..."

"I don't think I need you...I'm sorry, I mean, Professor," Riddle met Dumbledore's probing gaze, suddenly seemed to remember something, and then said in a very polite tone , "Professor, I'm used to doing my own things. I always run around London alone. So I think I can do it without delaying you. So, how should this Diagon Alley go...Professor ?”

Harry thought that Dumbledore would insist on staying with Riddle like he did with other little wizards who didn't know Diagon Alley, but things were beyond his expectation again.

Dumbledore handed the envelope containing the list directly to Riddle, and told Riddle the specific route from the orphanage to the Leaky Cauldron, and then said: "You can definitely see it, although the Muggles around you...that is, People who don't know magic...you can't notice it even if you see it. Ask the bar owner how to enter Diagon Alley...the owner's name is Tom just like you...it's easy to remember."

Riddle, who had initially maintained a friendly posture, twitched angrily, as if trying to drive away an annoying fly.

"You don't like the name 'Tom'?"

"Sorry, Professor, but there are too many people named 'Tom'," Riddle muttered. Then he seemed to be stuck in the throat, and he seemed to blurt out: "Is my father a wizard? They told me he was also called Tom Riddle."

"I'm sorry, I don't know," said Dumbledore, his voice soft.

"My mother obviously couldn't be magic, otherwise she wouldn't die...it must be my father." Riddle didn't seem to be talking to the Hogwarts professor, but more like convincing himself, and then he came to his senses, " Sorry professor, when and how will I arrive at this Hogwarts school after I have bought everything?"

"All the details are written on the second parchment in the envelope. You depart from King's Cross Station on September 1st. There is also a train ticket in the envelope." After speaking, Dumbledore got up and said goodbye to the boy and prepared to leave.

Riddle stared at Dumbledore silently, and when Dumbledore was about to walk out of his room, he suddenly said, "Professor, I can still talk to snakes."

Dumbledore froze and stood there.

"They found me and whispered to me. Is this normal for someone like me?" Although Riddle was asking, his tone contained unmistakable pride. He deliberately waited until the end to speak out. This is my most special skill.

Dumbledore turned sideways, hesitated, and the man and boy stared at each other.

The memory turned into a chaotic black catkin-like substance again, Harry broke away from Dumbledore's memory, he stood at the table panting, his mind was still thinking about everything he had just seen, "Did you know that, Professor? "

"Know that I met perhaps the most evil dark wizard ever? Of course not." Dumbledore said, "Even if I knew, I would..." Dumbledore continued after a while of silence, "He was at Hogwarts Over the years, Tom Riddle has gotten very close to a teacher, guess who that teacher is?"

Harry thought of what Dumbledore took him to do before school started, and he raised his eyes to look directly at Dumbledore: "You persuaded Professor Slughorn to come back not just to teach Potions, right?"

"More than that." Dumbledore slowed down his tone, "Professor Slughorn has something that I desperately need, and naturally he won't hand it over easily."

Hearing this, Harry seemed to understand a little bit in his heart, and he continued to ask, "You said he would want to recruit me."

"Yes." Dumbledore replied without hesitation.

"Do you want me to say yes?" Harry turned his head.

Dumbledore's eyes turned to meet Harry's, and he nodded again: "Yes."

Seeing Harry's serious face, firm eyes, and tight lips, Dumbledore knew Harry's choice.

"In addition, I need you to bring your trusted friends, such as Ginny and Ron. You go to the Whomping Willow in your spare time every day, and I arranged for Sirius to teach you how to change in the way passed down by their family. Become an Animagus. If you transform into the right kind of animal, it will be very helpful when you need to hide yourself. I know that the invisibility cloak can't cover all of you now." Dumbledore replied When he got to his principal's seat, he put his hands and ten fingertips together.

Looking at Harry, who suddenly showed a joyful expression, what he didn't say was that he hoped that doing so would allow Harry and the others to focus on the Animagus, which required a lot of time and energy to acquire, while Instead of letting Harry, who has already developed a good impression of ancient magic, focus all his attention on learning those dangerous knowledge, Dumbledore needs Harry's character not to be affected by black magic in any way, so that at the right time, Harry can Not to become more selfish and prevent him from dying willingly...

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