Chapter 717： Mysterious Riddle

"But if Dumbledore hadn't figured out a way to get you to Hogwarts, you might not have known Minerva and us."

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Just as Fish stared at Dumbledore, thinking about which way to speak, Hermione hurried out to persuade him.

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"Well…"

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Mao Mao immediately put away his attacking stance and fell into contemplation.

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At this time, Dumbledore was extremely grateful that he had agreed to Fish's request and asked him to bring Hermione Granger with him.

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"Besides, isn't Professor Dumbledore still injured now? Why don't we wait until you heal him. Let's continue reading Voldemort's story now, shall we?"

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Obviously, Hermione knew very well how to quickly divert Fish's attention. Compared to persistently looking for trouble with Dumbledore, it was more attractive for Fish to read the story. So she quickly soothed the cat in the frying hair.

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"Alright then, Fishu will let Albus go for a while, meow!"

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(〃｀3′〃)

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The cat pouted and murmured a few words, and then half pushed and half pushed Dumbledore away.

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Others also turned their attention back to the memory picture.

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At this time, the conversation between Dumbledore and Voldemort continued. When Voldemort learned of the existence of magic from Dumbledore's mouth, he had no doubts at all, and even seemed very excited because of it.

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"I already knew that I was different." The young Tom Riddle murmured excitedly to his trembling hands, "I already knew that I was special. I already knew that there was something here."

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The young Dumbledore restrained his smile for the first time, and he noticed a little familiar smell from Riddle. The name of that taste is - ambition.

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But Dumbledore didn't take it too seriously at this time, because to a certain extent, ambition is not a bad thing, so although Dumbledore didn't like Riddle's performance, he just planned to spend more time in school. Pay attention to him.

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"You are a wizard." Dumbledore continued to explain to Riddle.

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Riddle's face suddenly burst into a frenzy of joy.

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"You are also a wizard?"

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"Yes."

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"Prove it to me." Riddle ordered in a domineering tone, as he usually does with other children in the orphanage.

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But Dumbledore was not an orphanage child.

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"If, as I understand it, you agree to study at Hogwarts..."

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"Of course I agree!"

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"Then you'll call me 'professor' or 'sir'."

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Riddle's expression froze for a moment, and then he suddenly said in a very polite tone, "I'm sorry, sir. I mean...Professor, can you show me?"

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"Voldemort is really good, meow! After Fisch got into trouble when he was a child, he often used this method to please Minerva, but unfortunately it didn't work for a long time, meow..."

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The cat nodded solemnly and said.

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In the midst of everyone's laughter, the young Dumbledore waved his wand casually, proving to Voldemort that magic exists.

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"Where can I get one?"

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Riddle looked greedily at the wand in Dumbledore's hand.

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"There will be at that time." Dumbledore said, "There seems to be something in your closet that wants to get out."

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Sure enough, there was a faint rattling sound from the wardrobe which had just been set on fire by Dumbledore, but was intact. For the first time, Riddle looked panicked.

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Then he opened the cabinet door at Dumbledore's request, and took out a cardboard box... The clicking sound came from inside.

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"Is there something in that box that you shouldn't have?" Dumbledore asked.

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Riddle gave Dumbledore a deep, clear, measured look.

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"Yes, I think so, sir," he said finally in a dry voice.

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"Open," said Dumbledore.

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Riddle opened the lid and dumped the contents on his bed without looking at it.

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There were no items that were likely to be Horcruxes, as Harry and the others had guessed, but a bunch of ordinary things, including a swivel reel, a silver thimble, and a tarnished harmonica. .

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These things stopped shaking as soon as they left the box, and lay obediently on the thin blanket, motionless.

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"You're going to return these things to their owners and apologize to them," said Dumbledore calmly, putting his wand in his jacket pocket. "I'll know if you did. I'll warn you, too: Stealing will not be tolerated at Hogwarts."

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"That's right meow!"

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Mao Mao continued to nod his head with a somber expression on his face, and then echoed: "Fish stole some food from the Honey Duke, and Minerva was so angry that she deducted Fish's snacks because of this. !"

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Compared to Fish's ignorance at the time, Riddle obviously knew that stealing was wrong, but there was no shame on his face. He was still staring at Dumbledore coldly, as if weighing him.

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In the end, he probably felt that he was unlikely to be Dumbledore's opponent, so he reluctantly said in a dry voice: "Got it, sir."

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Dumbledore then warned Riddle a few more words, but obviously he didn't take it to heart, he just wanted to know how to enhance his magical ability.

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"I have no money," he said to Dumbledore unceremoniously.

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"That's easy," said Dumbledore, pulling a leather purse out of his pocket. "Hogwarts has a fund for those who need help buying textbooks and gowns. Some of yours I'm afraid magic books can only be bought second-hand, but..."

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"Where can I buy a magic book?" Riddle interrupted Dumbledore's words, and without thanking him, he took the purse over and carefully examined a thick gold Galleon.

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Dumbledore told him about the existence of Diagon Alley and mentioned that he could accompany him, but Riddle refused.

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"I don't need you," said Riddle. "I'm used to doing things on my own, and I'm always running around London by myself. So how do I get to this Diagon Alley... sir?" He bumped into Dumbledore's Looking at it, he added the last two words.

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Dumbledore handed Riddle the envelope with the shopping list, gave Riddle the exact route from the orphanage to the Leaky Cauldron, and said, "You can see it, even though the Muggles around you... People who don't know magic... can't see. Ask the bartender Tom... easy to remember, with the same name as you..."

Riddle twitched in exasperation, as if to drive away a pesky fly.

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

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"There are too many people named 'Tom'," Riddle said.

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Then Riddle asked Dumbledore about his background, and after he didn't get an answer, he asked him how to get to Hogwarts... Just like when he bought textbooks, he didn't need the help of others.

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And at the end, when Dumbledore was about to leave, Riddle suddenly said: "I can talk to snakes. I found it when we were hiking in the suburbs... They found me and whispered to me. This is a wizard for a wizard. Is it normal?"

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Everyone could see that he deliberately delayed mentioning this most peculiar skill until the last moment, all intent on stun Dumbledore.

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"That's amazing, Fish can talk to all animals!"

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Maomao curled his lips in disdain, then raised his head triumphantly.

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The young Dumbledore didn't show any surprise. He said casually: "It's rare, but it's not unheard of."

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Although Riddle still had an expressionless face, he could still faintly sense that he was a little lost.

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"Goodbye, Tom. See you at Hogwarts."

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As the young Dumbledore said goodbye to the young Voldemort, the old Dumbledore, along with Fish, took the others out of his memory.

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"So, what did you see from this memory?"

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When everyone returned to the headmaster's office, Dumbledore sat in front of his desk, put his arms on the edge of the desk, and habitually asked with his fingers facing each other.

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This time, it was Fish who spoke first.

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"The former Voldemort and Fish were a bit like meows."

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Mao Mao scratched his head, then pointed his fingers and said, "I can steal, I like to collect loot, I can talk to other animals... and I know how to pretend to be good!"

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"Pfft..." Ron on the side couldn't help laughing.

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And Harry and Hermione both had smiles on their faces.

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"What's so funny!"

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Feixu asked angrily.

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"Yes, there's nothing funny about it," Dumbledore said, defending the cat, "Fish was acutely aware of several important characteristics of Voldemort - defying the rules, vanity, talent, and... forbearance. "

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"No, that's right, that's it, meow!"

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Mao Mao was stunned for a moment, and then solemnly echoed, "That's what Feixu thinks so, meow!"

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Everyone (including the portraits on the wall) showed a doting smile and didn't try to pierce Fish.

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"However, we also can't ignore some other qualities that Voldemort showed..." Dumbledore continued after restraining his smile: "He doesn't do random experiments like ordinary young wizards. He is already using Magic to deal with people, use magic to intimidate, punish and control people. The story of the rabbit who was hanged and the boy and girl who were tricked into the cave by him is very telling... I can if I want to. hurt them..."

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"He's still an old snake," said Ron and Harry in unison.

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"Yeah, a rare ability, said to be related to black magic, but we know that there is a snake tongue among great and good wizards too. The fact that his ability to talk to snakes doesn't bother me very much, it makes me What worries me is the cruel, secretive and domineering nature that he clearly displayed."

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"Also, I think you must have noticed that when I mentioned someone with the same name as him, also called 'Tom', what was Riddle's reaction?" Dumbledore asked again after a sigh.

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"He doesn't like the name very much," Hermione replied.

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"Yes, he despises anything that ties him to others, anything that makes him seem ordinary..."

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"That's why he gave himself the nickname 'Voldemort' meow?"

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Fish didn't quite understand the idea.

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"Didn't Minerva say it's impolite to call someone a nickname, meow? And Tom's name is obviously simpler than Voldemort's, and it's much easier to write, meow."

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"Because he wanted to be different, just like when I told him about the existence of magic, he accepted it at once, because he wanted to be different from everyone else," Dumbledore explained.

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Harry and Hermione knew this very well. When they knew they were a wizard, it took them a long time to accept it.

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And Fish and Ron don't have much real feelings.

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"Time is playing tricks on us again." After Dumbledore analyzed some of Voldemort's character traits for Fish and the others, he looked up at the dark sky outside the window, "It's time for you to go back to rest. "

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Since the memory was a little longer this time, Fish and Hermione did not go to the night tour after saying goodbye to Dumbledore, but returned to the common room with Harry and Ron.

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After returning to the common room, they did not go to rest immediately, but sat around and discussed in a low voice.

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"Heaven Comes"

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"I didn't expect the Mysterious Man in his youth to be so scary." Ron whispered: "But I still don't understand, why did Dumbledore let us watch this? I mean, it's interesting, but it's interesting. What's the use?"

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"He said these memories will help us find Voldemort's Horcruxes, but I don't think he could use a thimble or a harmonica to make his own Horcruxes." Harry shrugged.

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"I think that's fascinating," said Hermione earnestly. "It's absolutely worthwhile to get to know Voldemort as much as possible, otherwise how would you find his weakness?"

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And the cat's idea is very simple...

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"These stories are quite interesting. It would be even better if we could see the content of Dumbledore's previous fights with Voldemort!"

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