Chapter 169： Riddle's memory

Chapter 169 Riddle's Memory

"Hello, Riddle," the old wizard said.

"Professor Dipper, do you want to see me?" Riddle said carefully, looking a little nervous.

"Sit down first." The old wizard motioned to Riddle to sit down first, and continued, "I was just reading your letter to me."

"Oh." Riddle stood up immediately, then sat down slowly, his hands clasped tightly together, looking very nervous.

"Don't be nervous, my dear boy." The old wizard said kindly, "I can't let you spend the summer vacation at school, you will be willing to go home for vacation."

"No." Riddle refused immediately and said, "Principal, I just want to stay at Hogwarts, I don't want that."

"So, you lived in a Muggle orphanage during your vacation, right?" the old wizard asked curiously.

"Yes, I live there now." Riddle crossed his fingers, twisted his fingers, and blushed slightly.

"Are you born in a Muggle house?" the old wizard continued.

"My mother is a wizard." Riddle said eagerly, and then lowered the volume again. "My father is a Muggle, and I am half-blood, sir."

"Are your parents still alive?" the old wizard asked embarrassedly.

"My mother passed away just after giving birth to me, sir. The people in the orphanage told me that she had only time to learn from ≧♂长≧♂wind≧♂wen≧♂, w◎ww.cfw↓x.ne＋t me. I got a name, Tom, and followed my father's name."

The old wizard smacked his lips sympathetically, "I'm sorry to tell you, Tom." He sighed, "We were going to give you some special arrangements, but the situation is right now."

"Sir, is the situation you are referring to the current attack?" Riddle asked carefully.

Harry felt that his heartbeat should have increased, and he got in between the two for fear of missing a word.

"That's it." The old wizard said sadly, "Child, you should understand how stupid and how dangerous it is if I let you stay in the castle after the semester is over. The recent tragedy, That poor girl is dead. You will be much safer in the orphanage."

The old wizard paused and was cruel, "To tell you the truth, the Ministry of Magic is already discussing whether to close the academy. We have no idea about all the misfortunes that have occurred, and the cause and root of the incident."

Riddle seemed to be slapped with a stick, his pale face and eyes were all incredible.

"Sir, if that person is caught, can you stop everything?" Riddle asked eagerly, as if grabbing the straw.

"What do you mean?" The old wizard's voice suddenly became sharp and harsh, and he abruptly stood up from his chair, "Riddle, do you have any information on these attacks?"

"No, sir." Riddle said flusteredly. But Harry was certain that the "no" Riddle said was the same as the "no" he said when he rejected Dumbledore. He was hiding what he knew.

The old wizard didn't seem to notice this, he fell back into the chair, looking very disappointed, "You go, Tom"

Riddle stood up slowly, dragging heavy steps out of the room. Harry followed closely behind him.

They descended the spiral staircase and exited the corridor from the gradually dark monster-like dripping mouth. Riddle stopped abruptly, and Harry stopped too, watching him quietly.

Harry could see that Riddle was going through a difficult struggle. He was biting his lip, frowning, his face heavy and stiff. Soon, he seemed to have made a decision, and immediately quickened his pace, and Harry followed closely.

They didn't meet anyone along the way, they came to the hall next to the auditorium, a tall wizard with long auburn hair and a long beard. He greeted Riddle on the marble staircase.

"Tom, you are still hanging out so late, what are you doing?" The tall wizard said sternly, a little unhappy.

Harry stared at the tall wizard dumbfounded. This was a familiar figure, Dumbledore who was fifty years younger.

"I just went to see the principal, sir." Riddle said neither humble nor humble.

"Hurry up and go to bed." Dumbledore said, staring at Riddle with a gaze that could see through people, as if to see through his heart.

"During this time, it's best not to wander around the corridor. It has already happened." He sighed heavily and did not continue. He said goodnight to Riddle and left in strides.

Riddle did not go back to the dormitory. When he saw Dumbledore was no longer visible, he quickened his pace and walked down the stone steps toward the underground classroom. Harry followed him closely. Behind.

To Harry's disappointment, Riddle did not continue to search for the secret passage, secretly and authentically. He took Harry and stopped in the underground classroom where Snape was in class. The light here is dim and pitch black, and the torch is not lit.

Riddle stood motionless at the door of the underground classroom, watching the passage outside.

Harry waited boredly, counting the time, they waited more than an hour. Harry had changed from standing to sitting, changing several positions. Riddle stood motionless at the door, like a statue, quietly peering out from the crack of the door.

At least this kind of determination made Harry admire, or is the next thing important to him? Harry guessed wildly.

Finally, just when Harry was almost impatient, he even stood in front of Riddle, taking a closer look at this strange and somewhat familiar person. He suddenly heard a movement outside the door Someone was walking quietly in the passage, and that person was passing by the basement where he and Riddle were hiding. Riddle slipped through the crack in the door, followed the figure, and hung silently behind like a shadow.

At this tense and solemn moment, even Harry had forgotten that he was now in a ghostly state and that he would not be found out, so he quietly followed on tiptoe.

For about five minutes, the figure they were following stopped. Riddle leaned against the wall, hidden in the dark, tilted his head, listening to the voice that appeared.

Harry heard the creak of a door opening, and heard someone whisper in a hoarse voice.

"Come here, come up and go into the box" The voice made Harry familiar.

Riddle jumped out suddenly, he left the corner and jumped up to the man. Harry followed, and he saw that the voice was a big boy. The boy was squatting in front of an open wooden door with a large box in it.

(To be continued.)