Vol 2 Chapter 1089:

Fanlin followed Dumbledore into the room. He was still very curious about the young Voldemort.
It can be said that Voldemort’s childhood determined what path he would choose, and Tom’s choice was obviously not what Dumbledore had hoped for, and this was something Dumbledore could not let go of.
A few people had just entered the room, and Mrs. Cole closed the door behind them.
This is a small bare room with only an old wardrobe and an iron bed. A boy was sitting on a gray blanket with his feet stretched out in front of them and a book in his hands.
In fact, Tom Riddle did not have any traces of the Gunter family on his face.
It should be said that Merlot's dying wish came true: Tom is a miniature version of his handsome father, tall in an eleven-year-old child, with black hair and a pale face.
He squinted a little when he saw Dumbledore's quirky attire. They were silent for a moment.
"Hello, Tom." Dumbledore stepped forward and held out his hand. The boy hesitated for a while, then stretched out his hand and shook his hand.
Dumbledore dragged the hardwood chair beside Tom and sat down. The two of them looked like a pair of patients and visitors in a pediatric hospital.
"I am Professor Dumbledore."
"'Professor'?" Riddle repeated. He looked wary. "Is it the same as'Doctor'? What are you doing here? She asked you to come in to see me?"
Tom pointed at the door with his fingers, which was very impolite. Mrs. Cole had just left. Obviously, Tom didn't like Mrs. Cole very much. This might also be related to his ability. He was different.
In fact, Fanlin had always wondered if there were any children with magical abilities that were not discovered by Hogwarts.
However, the establishment of the Ministry of Magic seems to have eliminated such problems, and a child with no magic power will sooner or later behave differently from ordinary people.
Even if it is really not discovered, Fanlin feels that there is a high probability that magic power will disappear, and if the best learning stage is missed, everyone will naturally be confused.
But how did the Ministry of Magic or Hogwarts discover it?
Fanlin has explored his surroundings. In fact, the free magic power will disturb the vision of the wizard, or is this kind of newborn wizard very conspicuous in the magic world?
However, Fanlin prefers the Ministry of Magic's monitoring of urban people, which is similar to the traces in the wand, although it is a joke in Fanlin's eyes.
"No, no," Dumbledore said with a smile.
"I don't believe you," Riddle said. "She likes to let me be seen, doesn't she? Tell the truth!" He said the last three words loudly.
This is an order, and it sounds like Tom often speaks like this. He glared at Dumbledore with wide eyes, and Dumbledore just smiled happily without answering. After a few seconds, Riddle stopped staring at him, but was still very alert.
"who are you?"
"I have already told you. I am Professor Dumbledore and I work at a school called Hogwarts. I will pick you up to my school-your new school, if you wish."
Riddle's reaction was shocking. He jumped up from the bed and avoided Dumbledore from a distance, looking angry.
"Don't try to lie to me! You are from a mental hospital, are you?'Professor', yes, of course-well, I won't go, you know? That old cat should go to mental illness Courtyard. I have never done anything to Amy Benson and Dennis Bissau, you can ask them and they will tell you!"
"I'm not from a mental hospital," Dumbledore said patiently. "I am a teacher. If you can sit down quietly, I will tell you what Hogwarts is. Of course, if you don't want to go there, no one will force you—"
"I want to see how they force me," Riddle sneered.
"Hogwarts," Dumbledore continued, as if he hadn't heard Riddle's last words, "It's a school that accepts students with special abilities—"
"I'm not crazy!"
"I know you are not crazy. Hogwarts is not a school for lunatics. It is a school of magic."
There was silence.
Riddle was stunned, his face expressionless, but his gaze looked back and forth in Dumbledore's eyes, as if he wanted to find evidence that they were lying.
In fact, no one's reaction would be any better than Tom. If Fanlin hadn't known his abilities since he was a child, he would have doubted whether Dumbledore was an old liar.
"Magic?" he repeated quietly.
"Yes," Dumbledore said.
"Yes... it's magic, what I know turned out to be magic?"
"what can you do?"
"Anything," Riddle said, panting. A flush of excitement appeared on his sunken cheeks; he looked enthusiastic. "I can make them move without touching things. I can make those animals listen to me without training. I can make people who annoy me suffer. If I want, I can hurt them."
Riddle's legs were shaking. He stumbled back on the bed, stared at his hands and dropped his head, looking like he was praying.
"I knew I was different," he whispered to his trembling fingers. "I knew I was special. I always knew there must be a reason."
"Well, you are very right," Dumbledore stopped smiling, and he stared at Riddle intently. "You are a wizard."
Riddle raised his head. His face changed shape: it was filled with a happy expression, but for some reason it didn't make him look good; on the contrary, his exquisitely sculpted face seemed rougher for some reason, and his expression was almost cruel.
Fanlin couldn't help but his heart jumped, which was the same when facing 16-year-old Tom Riddle.
"Are you also a wizard?"
"Yes, I am a wizard."
"Show me the proof," Riddle said immediately, the tone of the command was exactly the same as when he said'tell the truth' just now. Dumbledore raised his eyebrows.
"If I prove this, you must follow me to Hogwarts—"
"of course!"
"Then you have to call me'professor' or'sir'." Riddle's expression froze for an instant before speaking, and he said in a polite tone that was almost imperceptible, "I'm sorry, sir, I Means—Excuse me, Professor, can you show me—?"
Fanlin felt that Dumbledore would refuse for a while, and would tell Riddle that it was time to prove it in Hogwarts, and because he was in a building full of Muggles, he had to be cautious. But to his surprise, Dumbledore drew his wand from the inner pocket of his suit jacket, pointed it at the broken closet in the corner, and waved it casually. The wardrobe suddenly caught fire.
Riddle jumped up, no wonder he would yell in shock and frantic; all his possessions must be in it; but when Riddle started to scold Dumbledore, the flame disappeared and the wardrobe stood there intact. .
Riddle stared at the closet and Dumbledore, then, with his expression greedily pointed at the wand.
"Where can I get one?"
"In due course," Dumbledore said. "I think something needs to come out of your closet."
Sure enough, there was a faint creaking noise in the closet. Riddle looked scared for the first time.
"Open the door," Dumbledore said. Riddle hesitated for a while, then walked over and opened the closet door. On the top layer, there is a paper box on a stack of worn clothes, which is constantly vibrating and making that kind of crunch, as if there are several crazy rats inside.
"Take it out," Dumbledore said. Riddle took down the trembling box, and he looked panicked. "Is there anything in the box that you shouldn't have?" Dumbledore asked.
Riddle cast a meaningful look at Dumbledore. "Yes, I think so, sir," he said stiffly at last. Riddle opened the lid and dumped the contents on the bed without even looking.
Fanlin thought he could see something exciting, but there were only a mess of ordinary gadgets; among them was a yo-yo, a silver-white thimble, and a tarnished harmonica.
A child in an orphanage, if there really are other things, it is a bit abnormal, right?
After the box was emptied, they stopped shaking and lay quietly on the thin blanket.
"You return them to their respective owners and apologize," Dumbledore said quietly, putting his wand back in his jacket. "I will know if you have done it. I also want to warn you: Hogwarts does not allow stealing."
Riddle didn't look embarrassed at all; he still looked at Dumbledore coldly. At last he said in an unsentimental voice, "Yes, sir."
"At Hogwarts," Dumbledore continued, "we not only teach you how to use magic, we also teach you how to control it. You have been—inadvertently, I’m sure—the way you use magic is neither by us The kind taught in the school will not be tolerated by us. You are not the first, and you will not be the last to let magic get out of control. But you should know that Hogwarts will expel students, and the Ministry of Magic— —Yes, there is such a department — that will punish those who break the law more severely. All new wizards who enter our world must accept this and obey our laws."
"Yes, sir," Riddle said again. No one knew what he was thinking at the moment; when he put the stolen things back into the paper box, his face was still blank.
When he was finished, he turned to Dumbledore and said frankly, "I don't have any money."
"That's easy to fix," Dumbledore pulled out a leather purse from his pocket. "Hogwarts has set up a fund to help students in need of books and robes. You need to buy some second-hand spell books and the like, but—"
"Where to buy the spell book?" Riddle interrupted him, and took the heavy purse without thanking Dumbledore. He is now carefully examining a gold gallon, or a gold coin? At least in the wizarding world, this thing is still hard currency.
"In Diagon Alley," Dumbledore said. "I brought a list of your textbooks and instruments. I can help you find everything--"
"You want to go with me?" Riddle raised his head and said. "Of course, if you—"
"I don't need you," Riddle said. "I'm used to doing things alone. I always go to London alone. How can I get to Diagon Alley-sir?"
He added, staring into Dumbledore's eyes. Fanlin frowned. He thought Dumbledore would insist on going with Riddle, but he was surprised again.
Dumbledore handed him the envelope containing the checklist and told him exactly how to get from the orphanage to the Broken Cauldron Bar. Then he said, "You can see it, and the Muggles next to you—that’s People who don’t know how to magic—but can’t see it. Go to the bartender Tom—easy to remember, you two have the same name—"
Riddle was sensitive, as if trying to drive away a nasty fly.
"Don't you like the name'Tom'?"
"Many people are called Tom," Riddle murmured. Then, as if he couldn't suppress the doubts in his heart, and as if the doubts came up involuntarily, he asked, "Is my father also a wizard? He is also named Tom Riddle, they told me."
"I don't know." Dumbledore said softly.
"My mother can't be a wizard, otherwise she won't die," Riddle said more like a self-talk. "It must be him. Then-after I have bought everything-when shall I go to this Hogwarts?"
"All the details are on the second parchment in the envelope," Dumbledore said. "You will depart from King's Cross Station on September 1. There is also a ticket in there."
Riddle nodded. Dumbledore stood up and stretched out his hand again. Riddle shook his hand and said, "I can talk to snakes. I found it on our way to the countryside-they found me, and they whispered to me. Is this normal for a wizard?"
Fanlin could see that he kept suppressing this strangest ability ~EbookFREE.me~ just to impress Dumbledore in the end.
Riddle is very good at this, using his own value to try to get more things.
"This is unusual," Dumbledore hesitated for a while, and said, "It's not that I've never heard of it." His tone was casual, but his eyes moved curiously over Riddle's face.
They just stood for a while, the man and the boy, staring at each other. Then their hands were released; Dumbledore walked to the door.
"Goodbye, Tom. Goodbye at Hogwarts."
"I think that's it," said the white-haired Dumbledore standing next to Fanlin, and a few seconds later they walked through the darkness with weightlessness again, and then went straight back to their current house.
"Sit down," Dumbledore landed beside Van Lin.
Fanlin did, and his mind was still full of what he had just seen.
"He believed this sooner than I did-I mean, you told him that he was a wizard..." Fanlin hesitated.
"But, when I went to pick you up, didn't you already know it?"
"Because I found my mother's things." Fanlin said, "In fact, it took me a long time to figure this out. Fortunately, those are not too difficult. I learned magic in advance."
"This is a very dangerous thing." Dumbledore said, "It is difficult for a wizard in his childhood to have the energy to control these initial restless magic. I have to admit that you are very talented."
"But sometimes it's more of a misfortune, Professor Dumbledore," Fanlin said, shaking his head. "There are many things that we can actually avoid."
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