Chapter 749： Wall Orphanage

() "The answer is here." Dumbledore stood up, walked around the table, and walked past Harry, to a three-storey metal storage cabinet in the room, which was set up in a golden light like a gorgeous castle. It was filled with a transparent candle-shaped crystal bottle, and the transparent crystal bottle was filled with a silvery white thing floating and floating.

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

Harry heard the news and stepped forward to see "Tom Riddle" written on the bottle label that Dumbledore was pointing at.

The gray stone meditation basin flew out of the locker and landed on the principal's table. Dumbledore shared with Harry the memory of Tom Riddle's family.

Out of the meditation basin, Harry stood at the table digesting what he had just seen and heard.

What makes Harry even more disgusting is that Dumbledore also told Harry that the Gunter family is a very old wizarding family, known for restlessness and violence, because they are used to intermarrying members of the family. The characteristics that led to their families are more pronounced from generation to generation. Their lack of reason, coupled with their special fondness for luxury, so long before Mavolo's generations, the family's property was squandered. He was surprised to find that Voldemort's maternal grandfather Mavolo Gant was terribly grumpy but arrogant and arrogant. He regarded his ancestral relics much more precious than his son Morfin and his daughter Merop.

Thinking of Voldemort's life, Harry felt that he seemed to be a lot lucky compared to him. Although they were also orphans, they did not attack Muggles or even the Ministry of Magic officials. The grandfather and uncle Pennies who were finally imprisoned in Azkaban were like angels to Voldemort ’s relatives.

She was the crystallization of her parents ’love, and Voldemort ’s mother was lucky to escape the sad fate caused by her family tradition after her father and brother were detained in Azkaban, but she used an obsessive to confuse the long-awaited handsome man Muggle old Tom Riddle, after pregnant with little Tom Riddle, Dumbledore speculated that Melop had mistakenly thought that the other party would really love her without letting Voldemort's Muggle father continue to take the obsessive, and was abandoned. In the late pregnancy, Melop could only stay alone in London.

She lacked the skills to make a living, because she desperately needed money and had to sell the only valuable thing on her. A heirloom pendant box that her father Mavolo cherished very much. The ignorant and desperate Melop sold only ten heirlooms Gold gallon. Compared with her mother, Melop apparently lacked courage. After she was abandoned by her husband, she no longer used magic, and even refused to raise her wand to save her life before she died, but fortunately Melop Remember to get Voldemort to the orphanage before dying.

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

"No ... no, but Melop is optional, isn't it, unlike my mother ..." Harry looked up in a daze and found Dumbledore raised his eyebrows.

"Your mother can also choose ..." Dumbledore didn't 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 It ’s not too late when I saw Tom once. If you want, I hope you can see it. "

Dumbledore gave the crystal bottle to Harry. Harry looked at Dumbledore's injured hand, took the crystal bottle, pulled out the top of the crystal bottle stopper like a candle flame, and walked to the principal's table. In front of the meditation basin. Dumbledore's arm gently waved a semicircle above his head, and the meditation basin shimmered slightly, neither liquid nor gas.

Harry poured the silver material from the bottle into the meditation basin, and they slowly spun out in the basin, turning into a black catkin-like material. Harry leaned forward, took a deep breath, and plunged into the basin. He felt his feet off the floor of the office. He passed through the constantly rotating darkness and fell down, and the black catkin-like material also fell, and then turned into the city and street in Dumbledore's memory.

Dumbledore, who was only about 50 or 60 years old, had no white hair at this time, wearing a fuchsia suit that attracted a lot of Muggle eyes, and with a long auburn hair and beard, he held a black umbrella and followed it. The sidewalk strode forward meteorically.

Harry judged from several iconic buildings that it was in the South Lamberts district of London, and then Dumbledore opened a large iron door marked "Wall Orphanage", which looked a little spooky orphan A dense iron fence was installed on the high wall of the courtyard to prevent creeping.

"I have to admit that I was a little confused when I received your letter, Mr. Dumbledore." A woman with short blond hair and a tired look stared at the suit and the more sultry chrysanthemum scarf on Dumbledore's body with this suspicious look. Then took him through the cold and narrow staircase, "For so many years, no relative has ever visited Tom."

After climbing several floors in a row, she stopped and approached Dumbledore at the stairs of the third floor, whispering, "There have been some accidents on 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 came to visit you."

"How are you doing? Tom?" Dumbledore's cloak had already hung on his arms. He crossed the wife of the orphanage director who brought him over and walked into the door.

This is an empty, undecorated hut, with only an old wardrobe and an iron bed. A boy who looks like a handsome old Tom Riddle in a reduced version sits on a gray blanket. He has With dark hair and pale face, he looked at Dumbledore without saying a word.

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

Dumbledore withdrew his seven stones in a row on the window sill, and held a photo on the handle of the pipe on the wall near the window. It was an island that was beaten by waves or could only be counted as a large piece. Reef place.

"Are you a doctor?" Tom Riddle asked alertly. "She asked the doctor to come and examine me?"

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

"I don't believe. They want me to see a doctor. They think I'm different from others." Tom Riddle's voice was annoyed.

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

"She wants someone to show me the disease, isn't it? To be honest!" Tom Riddle stressed, he spoke fiercely and loudly in the last three words. Although he was just a child, he was scary. This is a command. It seems that he Such orders have been issued many times before.

The boy suddenly widened his eyes and stared fiercely at the red-haired wizard, and Dumbledore did not answer, but continued to smile amiably, and after a few seconds, Riddle's gaze relaxed slightly, but he It seems more alert.

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

"I'm not crazy." Tom Riddle looked at Dumbledore, trying to tell whether the other person was lying. "I didn't treat Amy Benson and Dennis Bishop. You and the old witch can ask yourself. they."

"You can do something, right Tom? Something other children can't do." Dumbledore asked.

"I can move things without touching, I can let animals listen to me without teaching, if anyone is not good to me, I can make him suffer." Riddle's mouth curled up, the excitement flushed from His equally pale neck quickly spread to the sunken cheeks, "I can hurt them for as long as I want. Who are you?"

"I'm like you, Tom." Dumbled looked at Riddle intently, "unusually."

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

Dumbledore's lips rose, and there was no action. The shabby closet in the corner immediately ignited a fire, and the light illuminated Tom Riddle's face.

In the firelight, the closet made a clicking sound.

"Something in your closet seems to be coming out, Tom." Dumbledore's facial expression became serious.

Riddle came to the flaming cabinet, opened the door, and took a box out of it. The fire disappeared and the old wardrobe stood intact. Riddle carelessly placed all the contents of the box on the bed. There was nothing strange in it. Only a bunch of ordinary things that were regarded as treasures by children in orphanages, including a tour cable, A silver thimble, a dull harmonica, they lay motionless on the bed.

"Hogwarts doesn't allow stealing." Dumbledore looked at the little boy 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 very special, and there was something in it ..." Riddle, facing his trembling hands, did not respond to Dumbledore's warning about his theft. Let Dumbledore's smile converge and stare at Riddle more attentively.

Suddenly, the boy raised his head. His face was different from the previous one, revealing a fanatical emotion. This ecstasy did not make his expression look more beautiful, and made his original delicate facial features distorted. It's like turning into a monster.

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

"Yes, sir ... I will give them back." Riddle's eyes narrowed slightly, as if weighing Dumbledore, and then obediently put the pile of stolen goods back into the box, and then he unkindly addressed Deng Brido said, "I have no money."

"It's not a problem." Dumbledore said and took out a purplish leather purse from his fuchsia suit. "Hogwarts has a fund specifically for those who need to buy textbooks. And the little wizard in the school robe. But ... I am afraid that some of your magic books can only buy second-hand goods ... "

"Where to buy the magic book?" Riddle interrupted Dumbledore's words, and even without thanking, he took the money bag, and then lowered his head and began to carefully examine a thick gold gallon.

"In a place called Diagon Alley." Dumbledore did not care about the other's impoliteness. "I brought your list of books and school supplies. I can help you buy everything ..."

"Are you going with me?" Riddle asked, raising his head.

"Of course, if you ..."

"I don't want to use you ... I'm sorry, I mean, Professor," Riddle met Dumbledore's inquiring gaze, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and then said in a polite tone that judged them both. "Professor, I'm used to doing my own things. I always run around in London alone. So I think I can do it without delaying you. So, how should this diagonal lane go ... Professor ? "

Harry thought Dumbledore would insist on staying with Riddle like other little wizards who didn't know Diagon Alley, but the matter was beyond his expectations again.

Dumbledore handed the envelope containing the list directly to Riddle, and told Riddle the specific route from the orphanage to the broken cauldron bar, and then said: "You must be able to see it, despite the Muggles around you ... that is People who do n’t know magic ... ca n’t even notice it. Ask the bar owner how to enter Diagon Alley ... the name of the boss is Tom, just like you ... it ’s easy to remember. "

Riddle, who had begun to maintain a friendly posture, twitched angrily at this moment, as if to drive away a nasty fly.

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

"Sorry, Professor, but there are too many people called" Tom. "" Riddle grumbled. Then he seemed to be in the throat, not vomiting, and seemed to blurt out: "Is my father a wizard? They told me he was also called Tom Riddle."

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

"My mother obviously can't be magic, otherwise she won't die ... it must be my father." Riddle didn't seem to be talking to the professor at Hogwarts, but more like convincing himself, and then he woke up, " Sorry professor, after I bought everything, when and how do I get to this Hogwarts school? "

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

Dumbledore froze and stood in place.

"They found me and whispered to me. Is this normal for someone like me?" Riddle asked, but his tone contained an undeniable pride. He deliberately waited until the end. This is my most special skill.

Dumbledore turned sideways, hesitating a moment, the man and the boy stared at each other.

The memory turned into chaotic black catkins again. Harry was out of Dumbledore's memory. He stood at the table panting, still thinking about everything he had just seen, "Do you know, Professor?" "

"I know that I might be the most evil black wizard of all time? Of course I don't know." Dumbledore said. "Even if I know, I ..." Dumbledore continued in silence for a while, "He was at Hogwarts In these years, Tom Riddle and the teacher have been very close. Guess who the teacher is? "

Harry thought of what Dumbledore took him to do before the semester. He raised his eyes and looked directly at Dumbledore: "You advise Professor Slughorn not to teach potion classes, right?"

"Not only." Dumbledore slowed his tone. "Professor Slughorn has something I desperately need, and he will not easily hand it over."

Harry heard that, as if he understood something in his heart, he continued to ask: "You said he would want to recruit me to get started."

"Yes." Dumbledore replied without hesitation ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Do you want me to agree? "Harry turned his head.

Dumbledore's eyes turned and Harry looked at him, and nodded again: "Yes."

Dumbledore knew Harry's choice when he saw Harry's face serious, his eyes firm and his lips closed.

"Besides that, I need you to bring your trusted friends, such as Ginny and Ron. You go to Talent Liu every time in the sky, and I have arranged Sirius to teach you how to change it in the way passed down by their family. Become Animagus. If the transformed animal type is suitable, it will be helpful when you need to hide yourself. I know that the invisible cloak can't cover all of you now. "Dumbledore returned When we reached our principal's seat, our fingers were pointed together.

Looking at Harry with a rejoicing expression at once, what he did not say was that he hoped that this would allow them to focus their energy on Animagus, which takes a lot of time and energy to learn, and It ’s not that letting Harry already have a good impression of ancient magic puts 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 when it is appropriate, Harry Will not become more private and cause him not to die willingly ...