Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

For a trained wizard, it's not too hard to do what Riddle says.

However, considering that he is only eleven years old, has not attended school, and does not even have a wand, he can already control his magic to do what he wants. This talented and terrible demonstrates that Riddle has powerful magic and magical control, far beyond what a normal wizard should be.

Ivan doesn't know who can do this, I'm afraid not even Dumbledore.

Riddle's ancestor, Salazar Slytherin, had a powerful magical gift perfectly displayed on him.

For thousands of years, the Gunters have finally been rewarded for their efforts to maintain the integrity of their lineage by insisting on the marriage of close relatives.

This magical gift of antiquity should never have appeared in this era.

Of course, it should not have appeared on Riddle.

But now that everything has been cast, the cause and effect have taken shape, even if Riddle doesn't go to Hogwarts, he will become the Dark Lord, perhaps even more terrifying, the strongest silent man ever.

Loss of control has brought only disaster.

Evan had learned a little about it, and the rise of Voldemort was inevitable.

In the room, Riddle breathed out his skills.

His legs trembled, falling and crashing forward, sitting back on the bed, drooling his head, staring at his hands as if they were praying.

“I knew I was different.” He said to his trembling hands, "I knew I was special, I knew there was something here. ”

“Yeah, you're right.” Dumbledore said that he smiled, frowned slightly, and looked at Riddle with focus, "You are a wizard. ”

Riddle raised his head and his face suddenly changed: a kind of fanatical joy.

But somehow, it didn't make him look any better, but it suddenly made his exquisite pentathlon rough.

That look was like a beast, horrible, unimaginable fear and anxiety, maybe that's what he really is.

“You're a wizard, too?” He asked eagerly.

“Yes.”

Prove it to me. ”Riddle said immediately that the tone was as cheerful as the one he had just said.

Young Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and seemed to be thinking.

“If, as I understand it, you agree to go to Hogwarts to study...”

“Of course I agree! ”

“Then you will call me Professor or Sir. ”

Riddle's expression was frozen for a moment, and then suddenly he said in a polite tone, “I'm sorry, sir. I mean, Professor, can you show me...”

If other wizards were here, Riddle's request might be categorically denied.

But Dumbledore was different, and with Ivan's knowledge of him, Riddle, who was overjoyed at this moment, had succeeded in attracting the attention of the headmaster, which would probably be one of his most annoying things for many years to come.

Dumbledore pulled the wand out of the inner pocket on the suit, pointing at the old closet at the corner of the wall, waving carelessly, and the closet immediately started to fire.

Riddle jumped up and shouted in horror and anger.

As you can imagine, all his possessions are probably in that closet, which is probably his entire home.

However, Riddle was just about to question the Dumbledore Master, and the flame suddenly disappeared and the wardrobe was intact.

Riddle looked at the wardrobe and Dumbledore again.

Then he pointed at the wand and his expression became greedy.

“Where can I get one? ”

“There will be.” Dumbledore said, "There seems to be something in your closet that you want to drill out. ”

Indeed, there was a faint clicking sound in the closet, as if something was coming out.

For the first time, Riddle gave a panicked look at Dumbledore anxiously.

“Open the door.” Dumbledore spoke in the tone of command.

Riddle hesitated for a moment, then walked over and opened the closet door violently.

There are several worn clothes hanging on the hanger pole, a small cardboard box on the highest shelf, shaking constantly, making a clicking noise, which seems to contain several crazy mice.

“Take it out.” Dumbledore said.

Riddle moved the swinging box down, and he seemed overwhelmed.

“Is there something in that box you shouldn't have?” Dumbledore asked.

Riddle took a deep look at Dumbledore with a clear and careful eye and his expression remained calm.

“Yes, I think so, sir.” He finally said in a dry voice.

“Open it," Dumbledore said.

Riddle opened the lid and dumped the contents on his bed without looking.

Evan and Harry took the first two steps and saw just a bunch of normal things scattered across the bed.

They include a tour pull disc, a silver-top needle, and a glossy harmonica.

As soon as they left the box, they stopped shaking and lay still on a thin blanket.

“You will return these things to their owners and apologize to them.” Dumbledore calmly said, sticking the wand in his jacket pocket, "I'll know if you did it, and I must warn you: Hogwarts cannot tolerate theft, which is absolutely unacceptable. ”

Riddle had no shame on his face, and he still stared coldly at Dumbledore, seemingly weighing him.

Finally, he said in a dry voice, "Yes, sir. ”

“In Hogwarts!” Dumbledore continues, "We not only teach you to use magic, we teach you to control magic. You used to use your magic that way, and I believe it was unintentional, but this is something that our school would never teach and would never tolerate. You're not the first and you won't be the last to lose control of your magic, but you should know that Hogwarts can fire students, and the Ministry of Magic, yes, has a Ministry of Magic that punishes offenders more severely. Every new wizard must accept that once he enters our world, he will obey our laws. ”

“Got it, sir.” Riddle added.

It's hard to know what's on his mind, and it's hard to tell if he's got Dumbledore's words in his heart.

When he put that little pile of stolen goods back in the cardboard box, he still had no expression on his face.

When he had finished packing, he turned around and politely said to Dumbledore, “I have no money. ”

“That's easy to solve.” Dumbledore said, pulling a leather purse out of his pocket, "Hogwarts has a fund dedicated to those who need to finance the purchase of textbooks and school robes. I'm afraid some of your magic books can only be bought second-hand, but..."

“Where do you buy magic books?” Riddle interrupted Dumbledore.

He grabbed his wallet without saying thank you and was carefully carrying a thick golden gallon.

“Diagonal alley.” Dumbledore said, "I brought your bibliography and school supplies list, I can help you buy everything...”

“Are you going with me?” Riddle looked up and asked with alarm.

“Of course, if you…”

“I don't need you!” Riddle said, interrupting Dumbledore again, "I'm used to doing things myself, and I'm always running around in London alone. ”