Harry Potter and Shafik

Chapter 133 Dumbledore's Memory ([-])

In the next few Potions classes this week, every time the Half-Blood Prince raised objections to Libasio Pollage's textbook, Harry followed the Half-Blood Prince's suggestion. As a result, in the fourth Potions class, Sla Ghorn was full of praise for Harry's abilities, saying he had rarely taught such a gifted student.Neither Ron nor Hermione were too happy about it.Although Harry took his book out to share with them both, Ron couldn't decipher the handwriting as well as Harry, and couldn't always make Harry read it aloud to avoid suspicion.As for Hermione, she steadfastly followed what she called the "official" guidelines, and the resulting potion was far less satisfying than following the prince's instructions, so her temper was getting worse and worse. .

Harry secretly wondered who the Half-Blood Prince was.Due to too much homework, he hasn't been able to read the "Advanced Potion Making" carefully, but he has roughly flipped through it from cover to cover, and found that the prince has added notes to almost every page, and those notes It's not all about potion making.There are some instructions that look like the prince made up the spell himself.

"Maybe it's a woman," said Hermione impatiently as Harry told Ron the spells in the common room one Saturday night, "or maybe a girl. I think the note Not like a boy's, more like a girl's."

"His name is 'Half-Blood Prince,'" said Harry. "How many girls call themselves princes?"

Hermione seemed speechless.She just frowned and pulled away the article she had written entitled "The Principles of Apparition", and Ron was peeking backwards.

Harry checked his watch and hastily stuffed his old Advanced Potions-Making textbook into his bag.

"It's five minutes to eight, I have to hurry, I'll be late for Dumbledore's."

Because time was running out, Harry Potter had to run up the stairs, and he stopped panting heavily when he came to the place where there was a lone stone monster in the corridor on the eighth floor.

"Sour sour," said Harry.The stone monster jumped aside, and the wall behind it split in two, revealing a moving spiral staircase behind it.Harry stepped up, and as the stairs whirled round and round, higher and higher, he came at last to the door of Dumbledore's office with the brass knocker.

Harry knocked on the door.

"Come in." came Dumbledore's voice.

"Good evening, sir." Harry said as he walked into the principal's office.

"Ah, good evening, Harry. Sit down," said Dumbledore, smiling. "I think you've had a good first week at school, haven't you?"

At this time, there was another knock on Dumbledore's door. After receiving Dumbledore's affirmative answer, the door was opened, and Hilbert walked in. It seemed that Dumbledore had also invited him.

Hilbert looked around secretly, trying to guess what Dumbledore asked him to do this night.The circular office looked the same as ever: fine silverware swirled on slender-legged tables, belching little puffs of smoke.The portraits of old headmasters, men and women, dozed off in their respective frames.Dumbledore's imposing phoenix, Fawkes, stood on a perch behind the door, watching Harry with interest.From the looks of it, Dumbledore didn't spare a place to practice fighting.

"I called you here today because I have something to show you."

"Well, since you already know what prompted Voldemort to kill you fifteen years ago, I think it's time for you to understand something." Dumbledore turned to Harry and said to him.

Dumbledore stood up, walked around the table, and passed Harry.Harry turned eagerly in his chair, watching Dumbledore bent over the chest by the door.When Dumbledore straightened up, he was holding a familiar shallow stone basin in his hand, with a circle of strange symbols engraved on the mouth of the basin.He placed the Pensieve on the table in front of Harry.

"Both of you are two people who came back alive after confronting Voldemort. You will definitely have a final duel with Voldemort in the end, but knowing yourself and the enemy, you can win every battle. You need to have a systematic understanding of your opponents. These are my memory, I want you to see it with me."

"What do you know about your future enemy, Voldemort?" Dumbledore turned to Harry and Hilbert.

"He is a half-blood wizard, his father is the Muggle rich old Tom Riddle, and his mother is Merope Gaunt from the Gunter family of the pure-blood 28 family. He used the love potion to confuse the old Tom, but in time Tom woke up and left Merope died after giving birth to Voldemort." Hilbert revealed all the information he had collected from Taoist Lingxu.

"Ah! Yes! You are very detailed, but I want you to see it."

Regarding Voldemort's early experience, as Hilbert said, the handsome Muggle Tom Riddle abandoned his witch wife Merope and returned to his old home in the village of Little Hangleton.Merope was alone in London with the child who would become Voldemort. "

"How do you know she's in London, sir?"

"Because we found something that Merope had pawned at the Borginbock shop - Salazar Slytherin's locket, but Borginbock only gave her ten Galleons, at a very cheap price! "

"He only gave her ten Galleons?" Harry said indignantly.

"Bockingbock is not a generous man," said Dumbledore, "so we know that Merope, alone in London at the end of her pregnancy, was desperate for money and had to sell the only money she had. The locket, which is also a family heirloom that the Gaunt family cherishes very much."

Dumbledore took out a glass vial from a cabinet and poured out his memories. Harry and Hilbert bent their faces towards the Pensieve, their faces plunged into the cold memory in the basin, and fell into the darkness. After a few seconds, until his feet hit solid ground, he opened his eyes to find the two of them standing with Dumbledore on a busy old-fashioned London street.

"That's me," said Dumbledore cheerfully, pointing to a tall figure ahead, who was crossing the road in front of a horse-drawn milk cart.

The young Albus Dumbledore had auburn hair and a long beard.He came to the side of the road and strode forward along the sidewalk. His elegant fuchsia velvet suit attracted many curious eyes.

"Nice dress, sir," Harry blurted out without thinking, and Dumbledore just smiled softly.They followed young Dumbledore at a short distance, and finally passed through a large iron gate and into a bare courtyard.

"Is this an orphanage, Headmaster?" Hilbert asked, standing next to Dumbledore.

Behind the courtyard is a boxy, gloomy and old-fashioned building surrounded by high railings.He went up the few steps to the front door and knocked.A moment later a scruffy girl in an apron opened the door.

"Good afternoon, I have an appointment with a Mrs. Cole, I think, she is the steward here?"

"Oh," said the girl with a perplexed look, her eyes piercingly appreciating Dumbledore's eccentric outfit, "uh... wait... Mrs Cole!" she cried, turning her head.

The two behind Dumbledore heard a distant voice shouting in answer to her.The girl turned to Dumbledore again.

"Come in, she'll be here soon."

Dumbledore entered a hall with black and white tiles.The whole room looked run down, but it was very clean and spotless.Three people went in.Before the door closed behind them, a thin, tired-looking woman walked towards them quickly.Her face was chiseled and looked more anxious than menacing.As she walked towards Dumbledore, she turned to order another helper in an apron.

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"I have to say that in all these years no one has come to see Tom."

"Here we are," said Mrs. Cole, as they turned a corner on the third-floor landing, at the door of the first room in a long corridor.

"Professor Dumbledore, I have to remind you that something incredible happened to that child."

"Tom? Someone came to see you. It's an empty, unadorned hut with nothing but an old wardrobe and an iron bed. A boy is sitting on a gray blanket with his long legs stretched out in front of him." , reading a book in his hand.

There was nothing of the Gaunt family in Tom Riddle's face.Merope's last words came true: he was literally a smaller version of his handsome father.He was tall for an 11-year-old, with dark hair and a pale complexion.He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Dumbledore's strange appearance and attire.For a moment no one spoke.

"Hello, Tom." Dumbledore said, stepped forward and held out his hand.

The boy hesitated, then reached out and shook his hand.Dumbledore pulled a hard wooden chair beside Riddle so that they both looked like a hospital patient and a visitor.

"I'm Professor Dumbledore."

"'Professor'?" Riddle repeated, looking alert. "Is it like a 'doctor'? What are you doing here? Did she ask you to check me up?

He pointed to the door that Mrs. Cole had just left.

"No, it's not," said Dumbledore, smiling.

"She always thinks I'm sick, and she wants to take me to the hospital!"

"Perhaps you are indeed different than others!"

"I'm not crazy!"

"Of course you are not. Hogwarts is a school, a school of wizardry."

silence.Riddle froze, his face expressionless, but his eyes scanned Dumbledore's eyes rapidly in turn, as if trying to see in one of them that he was lying.

"Magic?" he repeated softly.

"That's right," said Dumbledore. "Is there something you can do that others can't?"

"All sorts of things," Riddle said in a low voice, a flush of excitement spreading from his neck to his sunken cheeks.He looked very excited. "I can make things move without touching them. I can make animals do what I say without training them. I can make bad luck for whoever makes me angry. I can make them hurt if they want to." Then Riddle became alert "Who are you?"

"I'm a wizard just like you, Tom."

"Prove it to me."

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.

"If, as I understand it, you agree to go to Hogwarts—"

"Of course I agree!"

"Then you're going to call me 'Professor' or 'Sir.'"

Riddle's expression froze for a moment, and then he said suddenly in a tone of very different civility: "I'm sorry, sir. I mean—professor, can you show me—?"

Dumbledore took out his wand from the inner pocket of his suit jacket, pointed at the dilapidated wardrobe in the corner, and waved it casually.The closet immediately caught fire.

A strange mixture of surprise and delight crossed Riddle's face.

"Is there something in your closet, Tom?"

The flames suddenly disappeared, leaving the wardrobe intact.

After Riddle took out the contents of the wardrobe, Dumbledore continued to say, "Hogwarts does not tolerate theft."

"At Hogwarts," continued Dumbledore, "we teach you not only to use magic, but also to control it. You used your magic in that way, unintentionally, I believe, but we The school will never teach and will never tolerate. You are not the first and will not be the last to let your magic get out of control. But you should know that Hogwarts can expel students, and the Ministry of Magic .Yes, there is a Ministry of Magic—that punishes lawbreakers in a harsher way. Every new wizard must accept that once in our world, he must obey our laws." And so, Dumbledore Lido packed up his things and left.

"I can still talk to snakes, they find me and talk to me, is that normal?"

"Normal, in fact, many of us will! Goodbye, Riddle."

(End of this chapter)