Chapter 1047

"Yes, I think it's Gunter's ancestral home, but before that, we still have a memory about Merlot, or Voldemort before entering Hogwarts."

"Voldemort before entering Hogwarts? I remember that he grew up in an orphanage. "

"Oh, yes, the handsome Muggle Tom Riedel abandoned her wizarding wife, Merleau, and returned to little Hangleton's hometown. Merlot stayed alone in London, with the child who would be Voldemort in the future

"How do you know she's in London, professor?"

"Based on the evidence provided by karatacus Burke," Dumbledore said, "he happened to help us find the store that owned the necklace, the one in your hand."

Dumbledore pointed to the necklace in Vaseline's hand and said, just as at Hogwarts, his hand unconsciously stirred the contents of the meditation basin, like a gold digger sifting out gold.

In the silver whirlpool of the meditation basin, a slowly rotating old man appeared. He looked like a ghost, but more real than a ghost. His thick hair completely covered his eyes.

"Yes, we got it in a strange situation. It was brought by a young witch. It happened to be Christmas. Oh, many years ago, of course. She said she was desperate for gold, well, it was obvious. Dressed in rags, from far away We're going to have a baby. She said the box pendant was Slytherin's. Well, we always hear people say, "Oh, this is Merlin's stuff, and this is his favorite teapot." but after we checked it, we found that there was Slytherin's mark on it. We could know the truth with a few simple incantations. Of course, it's almost priceless. She didn't seem to know how much it was worth. I was happy to change ten garons. It's the best deal we've ever made. "

Dumbledore shook the meditation basin with great force, and karatacus Burke fell into the vortex of memory.

"He only gave her ten garons?" Fanlin said with some helplessness, which is obviously unfair to Mello.

"Karatacus Burke is not generous," said Dumbledore. "So we know that in the last days of her pregnancy, Merleau was left alone in London, so badly in need of gold that she sold her only valuable possession, the Slytherin pendant box, the marvellous heirloom."

"But she can do magic." Van Lim hesitated for a moment. He saw that Mello was not a squib. He was just scared by Marvolo and didn't dare to use magic. "She can use magic to find food and everything she wants, can't she?"

"Ah," said Dumbledore, "maybe she can. But I believe - again, it's a guess, but I'm sure I'm right - that after her husband abandoned her, she stopped using magic. I don't think she wants to be a witch anymore. Of course, it could be that unrequited love and the ensuing despair drained her; it could happen. Anyway, she didn't want to lift her wand until she was in danger. "

"It's a sad thing, Professor," Van Lin shook his head. "If Mello didn't choose to give up Tom, I thought

"Everything is unexpected, isn't it?" Said Dumbledore, holding his wand against his temple and drawing a wisp of silver from it.

"Where are we going next?"

"This time," Dumbledore said, "we're going into my memory. I think you will find rich details and will be satisfied with its accuracy. I'm following you, Fanlin... "

Fanlin bent over the meditation basin; his face was immersed in the cold memory, and once again fell into the darkness A few seconds later, his foot touched the solid ground, so he opened his eyes and found that he and Dumbledore were standing in a bustling old London street. Soon, Rutherford came in, and van Lin had almost forgotten him

"I'm there," said Dumbledore cheerfully, pointing to a tall figure in front of him crossing the road in front of a horse drawn milk cart.

The young Albus Dumbledore had long hair and a mustache. After crossing the road to their side, he began to stride along the sidewalk, wearing a gorgeous cut dark purple velvet suit, attracting many curious eyes.

"The clothes are good, Professor," Fanlin could not help saying, while Dumbledore just giggled. The three of them were not far behind the young Dumbledore, and finally walked through a set of iron doors into an open courtyard, in front of which was a dark, square building surrounded by high railings. He went up several steps and knocked on the door. After a while, a ragged girl in an apron opened the door.

"Good afternoon. I have an appointment with Mrs. Cole, and I think she's the stewardess here

"Oh," the girl looked puzzled at Dumbledore's strange look. "Well Wait a minute Mrs. Cole

She turned her head and roared.

Fanlin heard a loud response from a distant place. The girl turned to Dumbledore again."Come on in. She's coming."

Dumbledore walked into the black-and-white tiled corridor; it looked shabby but spotless. Van Lin and old Dumbledore followed. Before the door behind them was closed, a thin, tired woman came to them in a hurry.

Her face was angular, and she looked more anxious than apathetic, and as she approached Dumbledore, she spoke to another aproned assistant next to her.

“…… And then bring the bottle of iodine to Martha upstairs, Billy Stubbs is picking at his scab, and Eric Willie's sheets are covered with sweat - but chickenpox is a priority, "she said to herself, and she was stunned to see Dumbledore with a look of surprise like a giraffe coming in.

"Good afternoon," Dumbledore held out his hand. Mrs. Cole is still in a daze. "My name is Albus Dumbledore. I wrote you an appointment letter, and you kindly invited me here today. "

The colfs blinked. Apparently making sure Dumbledore wasn't an illusion, and she said, "Oh, yes. Well - well, then - come to my office. Yes

She let Dumbledore into a small room, half like a living room, half like an office. It's as dilapidated as the corridor, and the furniture is old and out of place. She asked Dumbledore to sit in a rickety chair, while she sat behind a messy desk and stared at him nervously.

"I am here, as I said in my letter, to discuss with you the future of Tom Riddle," said Dumbledore.

"Are you a family member?" Asked the Colfer.

"No, I'm a teacher," Dumbledore said. "I'm here to pick Tom up to our school."

"So, what school is this?"

Wizard school Fanlin can't help but murmured in his heart, although it looks like a little pit now

"It's Hogwarts," Dumbledore said.

"How could you be interested in Tom?"

"We believe he has the qualities we seek."

"You mean he won the scholarship? How could he? He never signed up for any exam

"Well, he was on the school list when he was born -"

"who registered for him? His parents? " There is no doubt that this is a shrewd woman who is not easy to deal with.

Obviously, Dumbledore thought so, and vaseline saw him quietly pull his wand out of the velvet suit, while picking up a completely blank piece of paper on the table.

"Look at this," Dumbledore said, waving his wand as he handed the paper to her. "I think this makes sense."

Mrs. Cole's eyes suddenly lost, then regained their look, and she gazed intently at the blank paper for a moment.

"It looks like it's all in order," she said quietly, handing the paper back. Then her eyes fell on a bottle of gin and two glasses, where there was certainly nothing there just a few seconds ago.

"Er - a gin?" She said with great politeness.

"Thank you very much," Dumbledore said with a smile. Obviously, Mrs. Cole is an old hand at gin. She filled the two men with wine and then drained her glass in one breath. She smiles at Dumbledore for the first time, smacking her lips without concealment, and Dumbledore seized the opportunity.

"I was wondering if you could tell me something about Tom Riedel's past? I think he was born in this orphanage? "

"Yes," Mrs. Cole poured some more gin. "I remember very well, because I was just here. It was new year's Eve. It was freezing and snowing, you know. Bad night. Then the girl, who was a little older than me, stumbled up the steps of the gate. Well, she's not the first. We brought her in, and an hour later she gave birth to the baby. In another hour she died. "

Mrs. Cole nodded with emotion and swallowed another gulp of gin.

"What did she say before she died?" Asked Dumbledore. "Like about the father of the child?"

"It's a coincidence that she said that," said Mrs. Cole, with a gin in her hand and a warm-hearted audience in front of her.

"I remember her saying to me, 'I wish he looked like his father,'" and to be honest, she was right to think so, because she was not pretty at all - and then she told me to name him Tom in memory of his father, and the middle name was Marvolo, in memory of her own father - yes, I know, strange name, right? We were still wondering if she was from the Circus - and she said the boy's last name was Riedel. And then he died. "

"Well, we named the child as she said, and the poor girl seemed to take it very seriously, but there were no Tom and Marvolo, and no one named Riedel ever came to look for the child, no relatives, so we left him in the orphanage until now." Mrs. Cole poured another glass of wine, almost in a trance.There were two flushes on her cheekbones. Then she said, "he's a strange boy."

"Yes," said Dumbledore. "I think it might be."

"He was strange when he was a baby. Almost never cry. Then, as he grew up a little bit, he became It's weird. "

"Weird, what's the weird way?" Dumbledore asked gently.

"Well, he -" Mrs. Cole stopped suddenly, and she glanced at Dumbledore from the top of her glass, her eyes no longer empty.

"He will definitely go to your school, you said?"

"Sure," said Dumbledore.

"What I said won't change that, will it?"

"No," said Dumbledore.

"You'll take him anyway?"

"Anyway," Dumbledore repeated solemnly. She squinted at him, as if thinking about trusting Dumbledore. Obviously, in the end she decided to believe him, because suddenly she said, "he scared the other kids."

"You mean he's a bully?"

"I think so," Mrs. Cole frowned slightly, "but it's hard to catch him. There's always trouble Tough things... "

Dumbledore didn't urge her, but Vaseline could see that he was interested. Is this the professor's bad taste?

She took another sip of gin, and her rosy face turned redder. "Billy Stubbs' Rabbit Well, Tom said he didn't do it, and I don't know how he could do it, but that rabbit couldn't hang himself on the rafter, could he? "

"I think so too. It's impossible," Dumbledore said quietly. "But I really don't know how he did it. All I know is that he and Billy just had a fight the day before. Then -- "

Mrs. Cole took another gulp, this time spilling a little over her chin." in the summer, we go hiking - you know, once a year we take them out to the country or to the beach - well, Amy Benson and Dennis bishop are not quite normal afterwards. We interrogate them, and they both just say they went with Tom Riddell A cave. Tom swore to us that he was just exploring, but something must have happened there, I'm sure. And, um, a lot of things, strange things... "

She looked at Dumbledore again. Though her cheeks were bright red, her eyes were firm.

"I don't think many people will feel sorry for his departure."

"You can understand that we won't let him stay there forever." Said Dumbledore. "He'll still be back here, at least, every summer vacation."

"Oh, well, it's better than hitting someone on the nose with a rusty poker here," Mrs. Cole burped gently. She stood up, and Fanling noticed that she was steady, though she had drunk two-thirds of the gin in the bottle.

"I guess you want to see him?"

"Very much," Dumbledore rose. She led her out of the office and up the stone stairs, giving directions to aides passing by and yelling at the children.

Fanlin saw that the orphans were all dressed in uniform grey frocks. It can be seen that they are taken good care of, but there is no denying that the place for them to grow up is too harsh.

"Here it is," said the colfs, as they turned the second landing to the door of the first room in a long corridor. She knocked twice at the door and went in.

"Tom? Someone came to see you. This is Mr. dunbleton - sorry, dundolbo. He came to tell you - forget it, let him say it. "

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