Chapter 67： "prophet"

"Tom Riddle." The moment he heard the name, Sean froze in place.

His eyes were fixed on the elegant man who stood up from the teacher's desk and greeted him. Tom looked at him in his early thirties, handsome and elegant, and looked at everyone with a gentle smile in his eyes.

Sean even wondered if this Tom Riddle had the same name? Isn't he Voldemort?

Otherwise, he really couldn't figure out how Dumbledore could have allowed Tom Riddle to teach at Hogwarts.

Or, doesn't Dumbledore know Tom Riddle's true identity?

Sean looked at Dumbledore, the wise old man smiled and seemed to be sincerely welcoming the arrival of his new colleagues.

"And our curriculum will also change," Dumbledore continued. "The students in the lower grades will no longer be taught jointly by the two colleges. The conclusion of the course, the specific curriculum will be distributed to you in the future.”

"The students of Nurmengard will also have classes at the same time. I hope everyone can communicate well when the time comes."

With a smile on Dumbledore's face, he opened his hands: "Okay, children, this is the end of today's dinner."

The crowd in the auditorium began to evacuate, and Sean squeezed towards the teacher's desk amid Hermione's questioning voice.

He had to ask the matter clearly, even if Dumbledore wondered how Sean got the news.

If it really doesn't work, just say that he has some abilities as a prophet. No matter whether he can deceive the old man or not, with Dumbledore's behavior, he won't go deep into the secrets of his students.

However, a group of people wearing turtleneck trench coats blocked his way.

"Excuse me, borrow it." Sean tried to squeeze past the crowd.

But those people blocked Sean like a wall.

"Hogwarts, junior? Do you have anything to do with us?" a boy said, with a mischievous smile on his face.

"I'm not looking for you, please let me go." Sean said quickly in a deep voice, he would have been a little irritable.

Cotton Byrne is right, the students of Nurmengard are indeed keen to provoke Hogwarts.

"Oh, that's boring. I want to ask someone to ask where we should sleep tonight." The boy took a step lazily sideways, blocking Sean's pace.

In this short period of time, Sean saw through the crowd that Dumbledore and Riddle had disappeared.

He irritably scratched his curly black hair that he had carefully managed, then took a deep look at the boy who was talking, remembered his face firmly, then turned his head and left.

The group of Nurmengard students didn't stop them either, they just let out a smug laughter that their mischief had succeeded.

Sean quickly left the auditorium with a sullen face. He doesn't have time to play children's games with this group of people now. If he doesn't figure it out tonight, he can't even sleep well.

There was a bustling crowd at the entrance of the auditorium. Sean avoided Filch's malicious gaze, turned around and went to the main castle building.

The students all went to the lounges of their respective colleges. The main castle was empty. Sean quickly went up to the eighth floor and waited outside Dumbledore's office.

He glanced at the drip-mouth stone beast, and the stone beast winked at Sean: "Password?"

Sean doesn't know the specific password, but as long as you try all kinds of candy in the wizarding world, you will probably be able to pass it, but Sean is not going to do it.

He turned around at the entrance.

Taking advantage of the time before Dumbledore came back, Sean sorted out the thoughts in his head.

The key is, does Dumbledore know the true identity of Voldemort? This is the source of Tom Riddle's teaching at Hogwarts. Moreover, even if Dumbledore didn't know very well, did Grindelwald know nothing about his professors?

Under the circumstance that the Death Eaters had already appeared, the two should have already started investigating Voldemort.

Or, Tom Riddle's camouflage skills are extremely high, and he has not been suspected by Dumbledore since he entered school...

Wait... Sean suddenly thought of a question, which school did Riddle graduate from?

Or, was Nurmengard established when Riddle entered school?

However, judging from the few words he heard Dumbledore and Riddle talking to, the two should have known each other before.

This made Sean a little uncertain. He was spinning faster and faster in the same place, and the stone beast staring at his drip mouth was a little dizzy.

Just as Sean's brows were getting tighter and tighter, the person he was waiting for came back.

"Oh, Sean, what's the matter? You should have gone back to rest at this point." Dumbledore smiled.

"Professor, I have something I want to ask you." Sean said quickly.

"Pile of cockroaches." Dumbledore gave the password, and the Grubbeak jumped aside.

He made an inviting gesture: "Come on, child, come in and talk."

Sean followed Dumbledore into the principal's office, and as soon as he walked up the spiral staircase he said quickly, "Professor, something is wrong with Tom Riddle..."

Dumbledore turned his head sharply and stared at Sean with his lake blue eyes.

He slowly opened his mouth and said, "Sean... You really have the ability of a prophet..."

Sean was stunned for a moment. This was a reason he made up. Why did the other party tell him in advance.

Dumbledore looked away again. He walked to the perch behind the door and looked at the empty wooden shelf.

"Sean, you want to say that Tom Riddle is Voldemort, right?"

Sean breathed a sigh of relief, the old man really knew it all, he nodded: "Yes, professor."

Dumbledore turned his back to him and couldn't see his expression clearly. He said in a reassuring voice, "Actually, yes or no."

Yes or not? Sean is confused, what does this mean?

"Professor, I don't quite understand..."

"Excuse me, child, now is not the time for you to know." Dumbledore turned around and smiled at Sean.

Here again... Sean glanced at Dumbledore helplessly and nodded.

"Okay, it's time to go back to rest, it's time to go to class, it's time to go to class." Dumbledore winked at him and showed a meaningful smile.

"Then I'll go back first. Good night, Professor."

"You too, Sean."

When Sean left the office, Dumbledore stood still, as if waiting for someone.

A flame suddenly flashed across the office, and an old man with white hair and white beard appeared from the flames.

If Sean was still here, he would definitely open his mouth.

That was another Dumbledore.