Vol 2 Chapter 149: Tom's memory
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HP Magic Biography
- Luohe Luohe
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- 2021-03-03 06:57:21
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"Harry Potter!" Fanlin hesitated, "He's a snake-like voice!"
"Snakeman? This is indeed a very outstanding talent, and it is also very rare, just like Salazar Slytherin, no wonder it is suspected of being an heir."
"Indeed..." Fanlin nodded, but Tom couldn't see this. "You must know something, about the secret room!"
"I'm sorry, I can't tell you..." Tom's handwriting quickly surfaced on the pages of the diary.
"Please, Tang..." Before Fanlin's words were written, a line of fresh ink appeared on the diary.
"But I can take you there directly!"
"Take me to see?" Fanlin murmured, and Tom's words made him a little confused.
The pages of the diary began to blow, like a strong wind, and stopped in mid-June.
Fanlin stared blankly at that small spot on June 13th, which seemed to have turned into a tiny colorful vortex, like a gate to a different space.
Fanlin immediately realized what it was, the entrance to Tom's memory, this ordinary black diary even took away the effect of the penis.
However, how he wants to get in, this diary is really too small, he doesn't think he can sink his head in.
Fanlin carefully picked up the book with his hands and moved his eyes towards the mysterious color. Before he could understand, he was sucked in.
The whirlpool kept widening, Fanlin could feel his body leaving the sofa. Through the opening of that page, he was being sucked into the whirlpool of color and shadow.
Suddenly, Fan Lin felt his feet touch the solid ground, and Fan Lin quickly stood up. This is not the first time he has had such an experience. He is quite comfortable.
Fanlin shook his head. He wanted to wake up himself. At the same time, the blurry scene around him suddenly became extremely clear.
Fanlin glanced at the surrounding scenes and immediately understood where he was.
This round room with a sleeping portrait is Dumbledore’s office—but it’s not Dumbledore sitting behind the desk. A shriveled, thin, almost bald wizard except for a handful of white hair was reading a letter by candlelight.
Fanlin met this man in Dumbledore’s office, to be precise, a portrait of this man, Armando Dipeter, the former principal of Hogwarts.
Fanlin had the previous experience, he knew it was just a memory, now he just needs to watch it quietly.
Finally, Dippet finished reading the letter in his hand. Only saw the wizard sighed, got up and opened the curtain with his hand.
It was during the time when the sun was setting, the sky outside was a bit dim, and the direction of the sun setting, the afterglow of the sun, dyed half of the sky a fiery red color.
Someone knocked on the office door.
"Come in." Dipeter said in a weak voice.
A boy of about 16 years old came in and took off his peaked cap, a badge of three good shining on his chest. He is much taller than Harry, but he also has shiny black hair.
"Ah, Tom," the principal said.
"This is Tom!" Fanlin thought to himself, indeed, he seemed to be an erudite.
"Do you want to see me? Professor Armando?" Tom said. He looks nervous.
"Sit down," Dipeter said, "I just finished reading your letter to me."
"Oh." Tom said, and he sat down, wringing his hands tightly.
"My dear boy," Dipeter said kindly, "I can't let you stay at school for a summer. Of course you want to go home for the holidays, don't you?"
"No," Reid said immediately, "I would rather stay at Hogwarts than go back to that... that..."
"Did you live in a Muggle orphanage during your vacation?" Dipeter said curiously.
"Yes, sir." Tom blushed.
"Are you of non-witcher blood?"
"Half, sir." Tom said, "Father is an ordinary man, and mother is a witch."
"Then your parents are..."
"I died when my mother gave birth, sir. They said she was in a hurry to name me: Tom is my father, and Marvolo is my grandfather."
Dippet slapped his tongue sympathetically.
"Tom, the situation is now," he sighed, "If it is a normal holiday, we may have some special arrangements for you, but in the current environment..."
"Do you mean those attacks, sir?" Tom asked.
This caused Fanlin's heart to beat abruptly. Fanlin knew that the point was coming, and Fanlin moved a step forward for fear of missing something.
"Exactly," the principal said. "My dear child, you must be able to see how stupid it is to let you stay in school if the semester ends, especially the recent tragedies... the death of that poor girl... at least in your orphanage, You will be safer. In fact, the Magic Committee is even discussing closing the school."
Dippet twitched, "We can't accept... well... the source of the disaster..."
Tom's eyes widened, and he asked expectantly: "Sir...if that gets caught...I mean...if this is over..."
"What do you mean?" Dipeter's voice was a little sharp, and he straightened up from his chair. "Tom, you mean... what do you know about these attacks?"
"No, sir." Tom answered quickly.
But Fanlin understood that it was the same as the "no" he gave Harry at the entrance to the secret room.
Dippet sat back a little sullenly, showing a slight disappointment.
"You can go now~EbookFREE.me~Tom..."
Tom slid down from his chair and walked out of the room stiffly, Fan Lin followed Tom closely. Tom must know what is going on, and he promised Fanlin to take him to see it in person.
Fanlin followed Tom all the way down the spiral staircase and past the decorative leaks in the dark corridor. Tom stopped, Fan Lin stopped and looked at him. Fanlin is sure that Tom is considering serious matters.
Tom bit his lip and wrinkled his forehead.
Then, it seemed that he suddenly made a decision. He left in a hurry. Fanlin drifted behind him silently. They didn't see anyone else until they got to the entrance hall. A tall wizard with gray hair and beard stopped Tom on the marble stairs.
That was Dumbledore 50 years ago. He was much younger than the current Professor Dumbledore in appearance, but his crooked nose has become like this at this time.
Fanlin looked at Dumbledore. At this time Dumbledore had not yet started a war with Greenward, but depending on the situation, Dumbledore's complexion was pretty good.