Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Young Dumbledore crossed the street and the three men followed him as close as they could.

Finally, they crossed a large iron gate and walked into a bare yard.

Behind the yard is a quadrangular, shady old building surrounded by tall railings.

Is this the place?

Ivan was curious to gauge the surroundings, which should be the orphanage where Voldemort was when he was a child.

A very famous place, the beginning of an evil pregnancy, also looks unpleasant.

As Ivan weighed around, young Dumbledore knocked on the steps leading up to the front door.

A moment later, a dirty girl in an apron opened the door.

“Good afternoon. I have an appointment with a Mrs. Cole. I think she's in charge here, right? ”

“Oh!” the girl said in confusion as she gauged Dumbledore's overly gorgeous walk, "Well, wait, Mrs. Cole! ”

She turned her head and shouted, and a voice answered her in the distance, and the girl turned to Dumbledore.

“Come in, sir, she'll be right there. ”

Ivan, Harry, and Dumbledore followed him into a black and white tiled hall when he was younger, and the whole room looked shabby, but very tidy, spotless, the door was not closed behind them, and a skinny, weary woman walked towards them.

Her face is clearly contoured and looks more anxious than vicious.

As she walked toward Dumbledore, she turned her head and told the other helper in the apron.

“Take the iodine upstairs to Martha, Billy Stubbs rips his scabs off, and Eric Wallet's blood stains the sheets. Bad luck getting chickenpox!” She spoke as if to the air, when her eyes fell on Dumbledore and braced her feet.

She looked stunned as if she had seen a giraffe walk past her threshold.

“Good afternoon, ma'am!” Dumbledore reached out.

Mrs. Cole glanced at him and did not respond for half a day.

“My name is Abbs Dumbledore, and I have written to you to ask you to meet me, and you have graciously invited me here today. ”

Mrs. Cole blinked, and she seemed to think that Dumbledore was not her hallucination, so she shook up and said, "Oh, by the way, Mr. Dumbledore's letter, yes, yes! Okay, okay, you better come to my room, yes..."

She led Dumbledore into a cabin that seemed half living room and half office, which was as simple and sour as the foyer, and furniture was outdated and unsuitable. She asked Dumbledore to sit in a shaky chair, while she herself sat behind a messy table and gauged him nervously.

“As I said in my letter, I came here to talk to you about Tom Riddle and give him a future.” Dumbledore said.

“Are you his family?” Mrs. Cole doubted.

“No, I'm a teacher.” Dumbledore said, "I came to ask Tom to study at our school. ”

“So, what kind of school is this? ”

“The school name is Hogwarts.” Dumbledore said.

Obviously, Mrs. Cole had never heard of such a place and her face became more skeptical.

Liars use this pretext to deceive children away and go out and do anything possible, and newspapers always see such alarming reports.

Mrs. Cole doesn't really like Riddle much, but she has to be responsible for the safety of the children here.

“Why would you be interested in Tom? ”

“We believe he possesses some of the qualities we seek. ”

“You mean he won a scholarship? How could that happen? He never applied. ”

“Oh, when he was born, our school put his name on the record. ”

“Who registered him? His parents?”

There is no doubt that Mrs. Cole is a very clever woman with some headaches.

Dumbledore obviously thought the same, not answering her questions, but pulling the wand out of the pocket of the velvet suit while picking up a completely blank piece of paper from Mrs. Cole's desktop.

“Here.” He handed her the piece of paper, waving the wand, “I think you can see it all clearly. ”

Mrs. Cole's eyes drifted away and then concentrated.

She looked at that blank piece of paper for a while, and it was a beautiful, perfect spirit to induce magic.

Ivan thought it was possible that Katie had gotten into this magic yesterday, and something in the ladies' toilet at the three broomstick bars had been enchanted, possibly the kraft wrapper itself, and Kate was induced when she touched it.

One thing is certain, this is definitely not magic that the Ministry of Magic allows wizards to use.

Ivan looked up at Dumbledore, who seemed to know what Ivan was thinking and smiled at him.

“It appears to be in full compliance with the procedure.” Mrs. Cole calmly said, returning the paper to Dumbledore.

Then she glanced at a bottle of gin and two glasses, which were definitely not there a few seconds ago.

“Well, can I buy you a gin?” She said in a particularly gentle and elegant voice.

“Thank you very much.” Dumbledore grinned.

Obviously, Mrs. Cole is not new to gin.

When she filled the cups of both of them, she drank them thoroughly in one sip.

She whispered uncovered and smiled at Dumbledore for the first time, and Dumbledore immediately struck the iron while it was hot.

“I wonder if you could tell me about Tom Riddle? It looks like he was born in this orphanage? ”

Obviously, from Dumbledore's familiarity, he's not a novice either...

Inductive magic, coupled with relaxing gin, and an intake mindset with virtually no trace of application.

God, don't say Dumbledore just wants to know about Riddle, he can now easily ask Mrs. Cole everything he's interested in, anything, and it's still so gentle.

If the other wizards were here, they might just be hard!

Truth spitting agents or diamond bones, these are the ways the black wizards like to do it.

“Yeah, that kid was raised here.” Mrs. Cole said she had poured herself some more gin, "I remember that very clearly, because I had just come to work here. It was a New Year's Eve, and it was snowing outside, and it was freezing, and it was a bad night. The girl, much older than I was, very weak, very depressed, she had suffered, I really didn't know how to persevere, she walked up the steps of the front door. Cough, we've been through this a lot. We pulled her in, she had a baby in less than an hour, and less than an hour later, she died. ”