Vol 2 Chapter 1445: Lost control of magic

For trained wizards, it is not too difficult to do what Reid said.
However, considering that he is only eleven years old, has not yet gone to school, and even has no magic wand, he can control his magic to do what he wants. This talent is terrible, indicating that Riddle has powerful magic. And the control of magic is far beyond the level that normal wizards should have.
Ai Wen is not sure who can do this, I am afraid even Dumbledore can't.
Riddle's ancestor, Sarah Slytherin's powerful magical talent is perfectly displayed on him.
For thousands of years, the Gunter family’s efforts to adhere to the marriage of the close relatives and maintain the integrity of the bloodline have finally paid off.
This kind of magical talent against the sky should not appear in this era at all.
Of course, it should not appear on Riddle.
But everything has been cast, the cause and effect have been formed, even if Riddle did not go to Hogwarts to go to school, he will become the Dark Lord, and may even be even more terrible, become the strongest silent person in history.
The power of loss of control brings only disaster.
Ai Wen has a clear understanding of this, the rise of Voldemort is an inevitable one.
In the room, Riddle finished his skills in one breath.
His legs were trembling, stumbling forward, sitting on the bed again, hanging his head and staring at his two hands, like praying.
"I already knew that I was different." He said to his trembling hands. "I already knew that I was special. I already knew what was going on here."
"Yes, your thoughts are not wrong." Dumbledore said, he converges with a smile, frowns slightly, and looks at Riddle with a gaze. "You are a wizard."
Riddle looked up and his face changed suddenly: a kind of ecstasy.
However, somehow, this did not make him look better, but instead made his delicate facial features suddenly rough.
That look is like a beast, terrible, inexplicable fear and uneasiness, maybe this is his true face.
"You are also a wizard?" he asked eagerly.
"Yes."
"Prove it to me," Riddle said immediately, and his tone was as arrogant as the one just said.
The young Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and seemed to be thinking.
"If, as I understand it, you agree to go to Hogwarts to study..."
"I certainly agree!"
"Then you have to call me a professor or a gentleman."
Riddle’s expression was a little stiff, and then he suddenly said in a polite manner.
Sorry, sir. I mean, Professor, can you show me...

If you change to another wizard here, you may categorically reject Riddle's request.
But Dumbledore is different. With Ai Wen's understanding of him, Riddle, who is too happy at this moment, has succeeded in attracting the attention of the principal. This will probably be the most annoying thing in his many years.
Dumbledore pulled the wand out of the inner pocket of the suit and pointed at the dilapidated closet in the corner. With a careless wave, the closet immediately caught fire.
Riddle jumped up and screamed in horror and anger.
It is conceivable that all his property is probably in the closet, which is probably his entire family.
However, Riddle was just about to ask Dumbledore to ask the sin, the flame suddenly disappeared, and the wardrobe was intact.
Riddle looked at the closet and looked at Dumbledore.
Then he pointed at the wand and his expression became very greedy.
"Where can I get one?"
"It will be there," Dumbledore said. "There seems to be something in your closet that you want to drill out."
Sure enough, there was a faint snoring in the closet, as if something was coming out.
For the first time, Riddle showed a panic look and looked at Dumbledore uncomfortably.
"Open the door." Dumbledore said in the tone of the command.
Riddle hesitated, then walked over and slammed the door of the closet.
There were a few pieces of worn clothes hanging on the clothes rail. There was a small cardboard box on the top shelf. It was shaking and creaking, and there seemed to be a few crazy mice. .
"Get it out," said Dumbledore.
Riddle moved the box that was shaking, and he seemed overwhelmed.
"Is there something in the box that you shouldn't have?" Dumbledore asked.
Riddle glanced at Dumbledore with a clear, cautious look, his expression calm and unchanged.
"Yes, I think so, sir." He finally said in a dry voice.
"Open," said Dumbledore.
Riddle opened the lid and saw the contents inside on his bed without looking.
Evan and Harry stepped forward and saw only a bunch of ordinary things scattered on the bed.
Among them is a swimming pull tray, a silver thimble, and a tarnished harmonica.
As soon as they left the box, they no longer trembled, lying on a thin blanket, motionless.
"You have to return these things to their owners and apologize to them." Dumbledore said calmly, inserting his wand into his jacket pocket. "I will know if you have done it. I must warn you: Hogwarts is not tolerant of theft, which is absolutely not allowed."
Riddle had no shyness on his face, and he still stared at Dumbledore coldly, seemingly weighing him.
Finally, he said in a dry voice, "Know, sir."
"At Hogwarts!" Dumbledore continued. "We not only teach you to use magic, but also teach you to control magic. You used your magic in that way, I believe it was out of no intention, but this is us. The school will never teach and never tolerate. Let your magic go out of control, you are not the first, and will not be the last one, but you should know that Hogwarts can expel students, and the Ministry of Magic Yes, there is a Ministry of Magic that will punish the offenders in a more rigorous manner. Every new wizard must accept that once we enter our world, we must obey our laws."
"Know, sir," Riddle said again.
It's hard to know what is in his mind, and it's hard to tell if he puts Dumbledore's words in his heart.
When he put the small stolen stolen goods back into the cardboard box, his face was still expressionless.
After finishing the package, he turned around and said to Dumbledore unceremoniously: "I don't have money."
"That's easy to solve." Dumbledore said, taking out a leather purse from his pocket. "Hogwarts has a fund that is dedicated to those who need to fund the purchase of textbooks and school robes. Some of you. Magic books probably only buy second-hand goods, but..."
"Where to buy a magic book?" Riddle interrupted Dumbledore.
He thanked him for taking the money bag without hesitation, and was carefully examining a thick Jin Jialong.
"In the Diagonal Lane," said Dumbledore. "I brought your list of books and school supplies. I can help you buy things..."
"You want to accompany me?" Riddle looked up and asked with vigilance.
"Of course, if you..."
"I don't need you!" Riddle said, interrupting Dumbledore again. "I am used to doing things myself. I always run around in London alone."