Vol 2 Chapter 749: Wall Orphanage

"The answer is here." Dumbledore stood up, walked around the table, walked past Harry, and came to a three-story metal storage cabinet with golden light, like a magnificent castle, which was set up separately in the room. The transparent candle-shaped crystal bottle was filled with a silvery white thing floating around in the transparent crystal bottle.
"All you see are memories," Dumbledore said, pointing to a crystal bottle in the storage cabinet. "What's in this vial is the memory of Tom Riddle."
Harry heard the word and walked forward and saw the label "Tom Riddle" on the bottle that Dumbledore was pointing at.
The gray stone meditation basin flew out of the locker and landed on the principal's desk. Dumbledore shared this memory of Tom Riddle's family with Harry.
Coming out of the meditation basin, Harry stood at the table digesting what he had just seen and heard.
What made Harry even more disgusting was that Dumbledore also told Harry that the Gunter family is a very old family of wizards, known for restlessness and violence, because they are used to letting members of the family intermarry each other. The characteristics of their family have become more prominent from generation to generation. They lack rationality, and they particularly like luxurious pomp, so the family's fortune was squandered long before Mavolo's generations. He was surprised to find that Voldemort's grandfather, Marvolo Gunter, had a terrifying temper, but he was so arrogant and arrogant that he regarded his ancestral relics as much more precious than his son Morfin and his daughter Merope.
Thinking of Voldemort's life experience, Harry felt that he was much luckier than him. Although he was also an orphan, he did not attack Muggles or even Ministry of Magic officials who were finally imprisoned in Azkaban's grandfather and uncle. The Petunia family was like an angel compared to Voldemort's relatives.
She is the crystallization of the love of her parents. Although Voldemort’s mother was lucky to escape the sad fate caused by family traditions after her father and brother were imprisoned in Azkaban, she confuses the long-awaited handsome man with an ecstasy Muggle-Tom Riddle Sr. After pregnant with Tom Riddle Jr., Dumbledore speculated that Merope mistakenly thought that the other party would really love her and did not let Voldemort’s Muggle father continue to take the ecstasy. As a result, the abandoned Merope could only stay in London alone in the late pregnancy.
She lacks the skills to earn a living, because she desperately needs money, she has to sell the only valuable thing in her body-a heirloom locket that her father Marvolo cherishes very much. The ignorant and desperate Merope only sells this heirloom Ten Jin Jialong was awarded. Compared with her mother, Merope obviously lacks courage. After being abandoned by her husband, she no longer uses magic, and even refused to raise her magic wand to save her life before she died. But fortunately, Merope was devastated. I remember taking Voldemort to the orphanage before he died.
"Don't tell me you have sympathy for Voldemort?" Dumbledore's voice interrupted Harry's thoughts.
"No...no, but Merope is an option, isn't it, unlike my mother..." Harry looked up nervously and found Dumbledore raised his eyebrows.
"Your mother can also choose..." Dumbledore did not ask. He turned the tray in the storage cabinet and took out the other bottle of memory. He pinched the oval base at the bottom of the crystal bottle and said: "This is my first time. It’s not too late when I saw Tom once. If you want, I hope you can see it."
Dumbledore handed the crystal bottle to Harry. Harry looked at Dumbledore’s injured hand, took the crystal bottle, pulled off the crystal bottle plug that looked like a candle flame, and walked to the principal’s desk. Before the meditation basin. Dumbledore's arms swung lightly in a semicircle above his head, and the meditation basin shone faintly, neither liquid nor gas.
Harry poured the silver substance from the bottle into the Pendant Basin, and they slowly spun out in the basin, turning into black catkin-like substance. Harry leaned forward, took a deep breath, and plunged his head into the basin. He felt his feet leave the office floor. He passed through the rotating darkness, fell down, fell, and the black catkin-like substances also fell, and then turned into cities and streets in Dumbledore's memory.
Dumbledore, who is only in his 50s and 60s, has no white hair at this time. He is wearing a fuchsia suit that attracts a lot of Muggle eyes. With his long auburn hair and beard, he holds a black umbrella and follows The sidewalk strode forward.
Harry presumably judged from several landmark buildings that this was in the South Lambeth area of ​​London, and then Dumbledore opened a large iron gate marked "Wall Orphanage", which looked a bit gloomy orphan A dense iron fence is installed on the high walls of the courtyard to prevent climbing and thorns.
"I have to confess that I was a little confused when I received your letter, Mr. Dumbledore." A tired-looking woman with short blond hair stared suspiciously at Dumbledore's suit and more irritating chrysanthemum-spotted scarf. Then led him through the cold and narrow staircase, "For so many years, no relatives have ever seen Tom."
After climbing several floors in a row, she stopped and approached Dumbledore at the top of the stairs on the third floor, and whispered: "Some accidents happened to other children, terrible accidents."
Then she took Dumbledore a few steps forward, stopped at the first door of this long corridor, knocked and opened the door: "Tom, someone is coming to visit you."
"How are you doing? Tom?" Dumbledore's cloak was hung on his arms, and he passed the orphanage chief's wife who had brought him and walked into the door.
This is an empty hut without any decorations, only an old wardrobe and an iron bed. A small-scaled version of the handsome old Tom Riddle boy sits on a gray blanket. He has With black hair and pale face, he looked at Dumbledore who walked in without a word.
Dumbledore reached out to the old closet, and Tom Riddle immediately stopped coldly, "Don't touch it."
Dumbledore retracted his hands smoothly over the seven stones in a row on the window sill, and clamped a picture on the handle of the pipe on the wall by the window. It was an island that was hit by waves or could only be counted as a large piece. Reef place.
"Are you a doctor?" Tom Riddle asked alertly. "She called the doctor to check me up again?"
"No, I'm Professor Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore." Dumbledore sat down, and his eyes met Tom Riddle without any evasion.
"I don't believe it, they want me to see a doctor. They think I'm different from others." Tom Riddle's voice was annoyed.
"Well, then they might be right." Dumbledore said patiently.
"She wants someone to show me the illness, isn't it? To be honest!" Tom Riddle emphasized, the last three words he said fiercely and loudly, even though he was only a child, he was terrifying-it was a command. It seems that he has given this order many times before.
The boy suddenly widened his eyes and stared fiercely at the red-haired wizard in front of him. Dumbledore did not answer, but continued to smile kindly. After a few seconds, Riddle's eyes relaxed a little annoyed, but he It seems to be 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 determine if the other party was lying. "I didn't treat Amy Benson Jr. and Dennis Bishop as well. You and the old witch can Ask them yourself."
"You can do something, right Tom? Something that other kids can't do." Dumbledore asked.
"I can make things move without touching them, I can make animals listen to me without teaching, and if anyone treats me badly, I can make him suffer." The corners of Riddell's mouth curled up, flushed with excitement. His equally pale neck spread quickly to his sunken cheeks, "I can hurt them as long as I want. Who are you?"
"I'm just like you, Tom." Dumblely looked at Riddle intently. "Different."
"Show me the proof." Riddle narrowed his eyes.
The corners of Dumbledore's lips rose, and without any action, the old closet in the corner immediately ignited a fire, and the flames illuminated Tom Riddle's face.
In the firelight, the wardrobe made a clicking sound.
"There seems to be something in your closet that you want to get out of, Tom." Dumbledore's facial expression became serious.
Riddle walked to the burning cabinet, opened the door, and took out a box from inside. The fire disappeared, and the old wardrobe stood intact. Riddle didn’t care to put all the contents of the box on the bed. There was nothing unusual in it. It was just a bunch of ordinary things that were treasured by the children of the orphanage, including a spool, A silver thimble and a tarnished harmonica were lying motionless on the bed.
"Hogwarts does not allow stealing." Dumbledore calmly looked at the little boy in front of him. "You have to return these things to their owners and apologize to them. I promise I will know if you do. "
"I knew I was different... I was special. There really is something in it..." Riddle said to his trembling hands and did not respond to Dumbledore's warning about his theft. Let Dumbledore narrow his smile and stare at Riddle more intently.
Suddenly, the boy raised his head. His face was different from the previous one, revealing a kind of enthusiastic emotion. This ecstasy did not make his expression more beautiful, but made his exquisite facial features become distorted. It's like becoming a monster.
"At Hogwarts, you have to learn not only how to use magic, but also how to control magic." Dumbledore leaned forward and asked, "Do you understand what I mean?"
"Yes, sir... I'll pay them back." Riddle's eyes narrowed slightly, as if weighing Dumbledore, then obediently put the pile of stolen goods back into the box, and then he unceremoniously told Deng Blido said, "I have no money."
"It's not a problem." Dumbledore said as he took out a purse purse of the same fuchsia color from his fuchsia suit. "Hogwarts has a fund specifically for those who need to finance the purchase of textbooks. And the little wizard in school robes. But...you may only buy second-hand some magic books..."
"Where to buy the magic book?" Riddle interrupted Dumbledore, and took the purse without even thanking him, and then lowered his head and began to look at a thick Jin Jialong.
"In a place called Diagon Alley." Dumbledore didn't care about the other party's impoliteness. "I brought your bibliography and school supplies list. I can help you buy everything..."
"You want to accompany me?" Riddle raised his head and asked.
"Of course, if you..."
"I don't think you need you... I'm sorry, I mean, Professor," Riddle met Dumbledore's inquisitive gaze, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and then said in a polite tone unlike any two. "Professor, I am used to doing my own things by myself. I always run around in London alone. So I think I can do it without delaying you. Then, how should this Diagon Alley go... Professor ?"
Harry thought that Dumbledore would insist on staying with Riddle like other little wizards who didn't know Diagon Alley, but things came out of his expectation again.
Dumbledore handed the envelope containing the list directly to Riddle, and told Riddle of the specific route from the orphanage to the Broken Cauldron Bar, and then said, "You must be able to see it, even though the Muggles around you... People who don’t understand magic... can’t even notice it when they see it. Ask the barkeeper to find out how to enter Diagon Alley... The boss’s name is the same as yours and Tom... It’s easy to remember."
Riddle, who was beginning to maintain a friendly attitude, twitched angrily at this time, as if trying to drive away a nasty fly.
"You don't like the name'Tom'?"
"Sorry, Professor, but there are too many people named Tom," Riddle murmured. Then he seemed to be in his throat without vomiting, and he seemed to blurt out: "Is my father a wizard? They told me that he is also called Tom Riddle."
"Sorry, I don't know." Dumbledore said in a gentle voice.
"It's obviously impossible for my mother to know 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 persuading himself, and then he woke up." Sorry, professor, after I have bought everything, when and how should I get to this Hogwarts school?"
"All the details are written on the second parchment in the envelope. You are leaving 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 and left.
Riddle stared at Dumbledore in silence, and when Dumbledore was about to walk out of his room, he suddenly said: "Professor, I can still talk to the snake."
Dumbledore was startled and stood still.
"They found me and whispered to me. Is this normal for someone like me?" Although Riddle was asking, his tone contained indisputable pride. He deliberately waited until the end. This is my most special ability.
Dumbledore turned to his side and hesitated, the man and boy staring at each other.
The memory once again turned into a chaotic black catkin-like substance, and Harry escaped from Dumbledore's memory. He stood at the table and panted, still thinking about everything he had just seen, "Did you know, professor? "
"Knowing that I saw maybe the most evil black wizard ever? Of course I don't know." Dumbledore said, "Even if I know, I..." Dumbledore continued for a moment of silence, "He was at Hogwarts. During these years, Tom Riddle and a teacher have been very close. Guess who that teacher is?"
Harry thought of what Dumbledore had done with him before school started~EbookFREE.me~ He raised his eyes and looked at Dumbledore: "You persuade Professor Slughorn to come back and not only teach potions, right? ?"
"More than that." Dumbledore slowed down. "Professor Slughorn has one thing I desperately need, and he will naturally not hand it over easily."
Harry heard the words, as if he understood a little bit in his heart, he continued to ask: "You said he would want to recruit me to get started."
"Yes." Dumbledore replied without hesitation.
"Do you want me to agree?" Harry turned his head.
Dumbledore's gaze turned to meet Harry, and he nodded again: "Yes."
Seeing Harry's face become serious, his eyes firm and his lips closed, Dumbledore knew Harry's choice.
"Besides, I need you to bring your trusted friends, such as Ginny and Ron. You go to the beating willow every spare time in the sky. I arranged for Sirius to teach you how to change in the way passed down from their family. Become Animagus. If you transform into the right kind of animal, it will be helpful when you need to hide yourself. I know now that the invisible cloak can no longer cover all of you." Dumbledore returned. When I arrived at my principal's seat, my hands and fingers were facing each other.
Looking at Harry, who suddenly showed a happy expression, what he didn't say was that he hoped that this would allow Harry and them to focus on the Animagus, which took a lot of time and energy to learn. Harry, who had already developed a good impression of ancient magic, paid all his attention to learning those dangerous knowledge. Dumbledore needed Harry’s character not to be affected by black magic at all, so that Harry could only be affected at the right time. Will not become more selfish and cause him not to die willingly...