Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Harry seemed to want to say something, but Dumbledore made a silent gesture and had something to say before going up.

They followed Mrs. Cole out of the office, walked up the stone stairs, and loudly instructed and accused her helpers and children as they walked.

The orphans were dressed in clear grey bundled robes, and they all looked reasonably attentive, but there was no doubt that the atmosphere was depressing when they grew up in the place, and the orphanage was a rather ancient building with shady layout and decorations.

There is not enough light, and even now, close to noon, there is still ice and darkness.

Looking at their orphans from every room, those pairs of ungodly eyes...

“Here we are.” Mrs. Cole said.

They made a turn on the staircase on the third floor and stopped at the entrance to the first room of a long corridor.

She knocked twice on the door and walked in.

“Tom? Someone came to see you. This is Mr. Dumbledon. Excuse me, Mr. Dumbledore. He came to tell you... Alas, let him tell you himself. ”

Ivan, Harry and Dumbledore walked into the room together and Mrs. Cole closed the door behind them.

This is an empty, undecorated cabin with only an old wardrobe and an iron bed.

A boy sits on a gray blanket with two long legs in front of him and a book in his hand.

Tom Riddle enjoys a single room, but this looks more like a prison room.

Evan looked closely at Tom Riddle, who had no shadow of the Gunther family on his face, and Mellop's last words became reality: he was a shrinking version of his handsome father. For an 11-year-old, he was tall, black hair, pale face.

This is a very handsome and lovely child, and from the outside, this is his first impression.

He narrowed his eyes slightly to gauge Dumbledore's strange appearance and outfit.

No one spoke for a while and the atmosphere in the room was silent and strange.

“What a terrible memory.” A low voice rang in Ivan's ear.

He turned his head and saw the blurred figure of 15-year-old Riddle floating beside himself, vanishing instantly!

This guy, Evan hasn't seen him since the event at the Ministry of Magic last semester.

But he must have existed, and he could only live on that ring, which Dumbledore had been wearing.

At that moment, Ivan felt like this guy was getting a little different!

Different, he couldn't say, he almost flashed in front of Ivan.

Ivan looked at Dumbledore again and didn't get much response, just like he had just used confusion spells and soul intake concepts, the principal didn't think anything was wrong, he didn't seem to have noticed the soul of 15-year-old Riddle came out, Ivan's eyes eventually fell on his hand with the ring, the spell on it was extraordinarily pungent.

Harry also looked back at Ivan in confusion and turned to Dumbledore's conversation with Riddle.

“Hello, Tom.” Dumbledore said, reaching forward.

The boy hesitated for a moment and then extended his hand to shake.

Dumbledore pulled a hard-boiled wooden chair to Riddle so that they both looked like an inmate and a visitor.

“I'm Professor Dumbledore. ”

“Professor?” Riddle repeated, he showed a very alarming look, pointing to the door Mrs. Cole had just left, "Isn't that like a doctor? What are you doing here? Did she ask you to examine me? ”

“No, it's not.” Dumbledore said with a smile.

“I don't believe you.” Riddle said, "She wants someone to show me the disease, doesn't she? Honestly! ”

The last three words he said were fierce and frightening.

This is an order, which appears to have been given on several previous occasions.

He suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Dumbledore with horror, and Dumbledore did not answer, but continued to smile gently. After a few seconds, Riddle's eyes relaxed, but he seemed more alert.

“Who are you? Honestly, don't try to lie to me, I can tell.” or the tone of the order.

“I've told you, I'm Professor Dumbledore, and I work at a school called Hogwarts. I'd like to invite you to my school, your new school, if you like. ”

Riddle reacted unexpectedly.

He jumped out of bed, backed away from Dumbledore and looked extremely angry.

“You can't fool me! You're from the madhouse, aren't you? Professor, um, yeah, let me tell you something. I'm not going, okay? That old fucking witch should be in the nuthouse. I didn't do anything to Amy Benson and Dennis Bishop. They had nothing to do with me, even if they were crazy. You can ask them yourself, they'll tell you! ”

“I'm not from the madhouse.” Dumbledore said patiently, "I'm a teacher, and if you can sit down peacefully, I'll tell you about Hogwarts. Of course, if you don't want to go to that school, no one will force you! ”

“Hmm, I'd like to see who dares!” Riddle said in disdain.

“Hogwarts.” Dumbledore went on to say that he did not seem to have heard the last sentence of Riddle, "a school for people with special talents. ”

“I'm not crazy! ”

“I know you're not crazy, Hogwarts is not a school of lunatics, but a school of magic. ”

Silence, silence, silence.

Riddle seemed to be stuck with no expression on his face.

His eyes swept swiftly at Dumbledore's two eyes, and he seemed to want to see from one of them that he was lying.

Is this a normal 11-year-old boy's reaction? Absolutely not!

But is young Riddle a normal boy? Definitely not!

If history can be changed, Evan wants young Dumbledore to turn around and leave now.

Either way, the guy in front of him is extremely unusual, even from a witch's point of view.

“Magic?” Riddle repeats softly, "you mean magic? ”

“Not bad," Dumbledore said.

“My innate skills, are they, uh, magic? ”

“What are your skills?” Dumbledore asked back.

“Various and varied.” Riddle lowered his voice and said that the excited red fainting spread rapidly from his neck to the depressed cheeks, and he looked very excited, "beyond your imagination, I can move things without touching them, and I can get animals to listen to me without training. Anyone who pisses me off, I can get them hurt easily if I want. ”

Well, it's really powerful, Voldemort, the most prestigious powerful black wizard of all time.