HP Magic Biography

Fan Lin followed Dumbledore into the room. Fan Lin was still very curious about the young Voldemort.

It can be said that Voldemort's childhood determines what path he will choose, and Tom's choice is obviously not what Dumbledore wanted, and this is something that Dumbledore has been unable to let go of.

Several people had just entered the room, and Mrs. Cole closed the door behind them.

It was a bare little room, with nothing but an old wardrobe and an iron bed. A boy sits on a gray blanket with his feet stretched out in front of them and holds a book.

In fact, Tom Riddle had no trace of the Gaunts on his face.

It should be said that Mello's dying wish came true: Tom was a miniature version of his handsome father, tall for an eleven-year-old, with black hair and a pale face.

His eyes narrowed slightly when he saw Dumbledore's odd attire. They were silent for a moment.

Hello, Tom. Dumbledore stepped forward and held out his hand. The boy hesitated for a moment, then reached out and shook his hand too.

Dumbledore dragged himself into the hard wooden chair beside Tom, who looked like a pair of hospital patients and visitors.

I'm Professor Dumbledore.

'Professor'? Riddle repeated. He looked wary. Is it similar to 'Doctor'? What are you doing here? She asked you to come in and see me?

Tom pointed at the door, looking very impolite. Mrs. Cole had just left. Obviously, Tom didn't like Mrs. Cole very much. This may also have something to do with his ability. He is different.

In fact, Fan Lin has always been curious about whether there will be a situation where a child with magical abilities has not been discovered by Hogwarts.

However, the establishment of the Ministry of Magic seems to have put an end to such problems, and sooner or later, a child with no magic power will behave differently from ordinary people.

Even if it is really not discovered, Fan Lin feels that there is a high probability that the ability of magic will disappear, and if the best learning stage is missed, it will naturally disappear from everyone.

But how did the Ministry of Magic or Hogwarts find out?

Fan Lin explored the surroundings. In fact, the free magic power will disturb the wizard's sight, or is this kind of nascent wizard very conspicuous in the magic world?

However, Fan Lin prefers the Ministry of Magic's monitoring of urban crowds, which is similar to traces in a magic wand, although it is a joke in Fan Lin's eyes.

No, no, said Dumbledore, smiling.

I don't believe you, Riddle said. She likes me to be seen, doesn't she? Tell the truth! He said the last three words loudly.

It was an order, and it sounded like Tom spoke that way a lot. He glared wide-eyed at Dumbledore, who just smiled happily and didn't answer. After a few seconds, Riddle stopped staring at him, but remained alert.

Who are you?

I've told you. I'm Professor Dumbledore, and I work at a school called Hogwarts. I've come to take you to my school—your new school, if you wish.

Riddle's reaction was astonishing. He jumped out of bed, well away from Dumbledore, looking angry.

Don't you try to lie to me! You're from a mental hospital, aren't you? 'Professor', yes, of course - well, I'm not going, get it? That old cat should go to a mental hospital I never did anything to Amy Benson Jr. and Dennis Bissau, you can ask them and they'll tell you!

I'm not from a mental institution, said Dumbledore patiently. I'm a teacher, and if you'll just sit down quietly, I'll tell you what Hogwarts is. Of course, if you don't want to go there, no one will force you—

I want to see how they force me, Riddle sneered.

Hogwarts, continued Dumbledore, as if he hadn't heard Riddle's last words,

A school for students with special abilities—

I'm not crazy!

I know you're not crazy. Hogwarts isn't a school for crazy people. It's a school for wizardry.

There was a silence.

Riddle was stunned, his face was expressionless, but his eyes looked back and forth between Dumbledore's eyes, as if he wanted to find evidence that they were lying.

In fact, no one's reaction would be better than Tom's. If Fan Lin hadn't known his abilities since he was a child, he would have doubted whether Dumbledore was an old liar.

Magic? he repeated under his breath.

Yes, said Dumbledore.

It's...it's magic, what I know is magic?

what can you do?

Anything, Riddle gasped. A blush of excitement appeared on his sunken cheeks; he looked wild. I can make them move without touching things. I can make animals listen to me without training them. I can make people who annoy me suffer. I can make them hurt if I want.

Riddle's legs were shaking. He staggered back to bed, staring at his hands, hanging his head in what looked like prayer.

I knew I was different, he whispered into his trembling fingers. I always knew I was special. I always knew there must be a reason.

Well, you're quite right, Dumbledore no longer smiled, and he stared intently at Riddle, You're a wizard.

Riddle looked up. His face was deformed: there was a blissful expression, but for some reason it didn't make him pretty; on the contrary, his finely sculpted features seemed rougher for some reason, an expression bordering on brutality.

Fan Lin couldn't help but his heart skipped a beat, and it was the same when he faced sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle.

Are you a wizard too?

Yes, I am a wizard.

Prove it to me, Riddle said quickly, in the same commanding tone as when he said 'tell the truth' just now. Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.

If I prove it, you're coming with me to Hogwarts—

of course!

Then you have to call me 'Professor' or 'Sir'. Riddle's expression froze for a moment before he spoke, and he said in an almost imperceptible polite tone, I'm sorry, sir, I means—please, Professor, can you show me—?”

For a moment, Fan Lin felt that Dumbledore would refuse, and would tell Riddle that he would have more time to prove it in practice at Hogwarts, but now that he was in a building full of Muggles, he had to be more cautious. But to his surprise, Dumbledore drew his wand from the inside pocket of his suit jacket, pointed it at the shabby wardrobe in the corner, and waved it casually. The wardrobe suddenly caught fire.

Riddle jumped up, no wonder he howled in shock and frenzy; all his belongings must be inside; but just as Riddle began to scold Dumbledore, the flames disappeared and the wardrobe stood there intact .

Riddle stared at the wardrobe and Dumbledore, then pointed greedily at his wand.

Where can I get one?

In due course, said Dumbledore. I think something is coming out of your closet.

Sure enough, there was a faint creaking sound from the closet. For the first time Riddle looked a little scared.

Open the door, said Dumbledore. Riddle hesitated for a moment, then walked over and opened the closet door. On the top floor, on top of a stack of shabby clothes, was a cardboard box that was vibrating and making that creaking noise, as if it had some crazy rats inside.

Bring it out, said Dumbledore. Riddle removed the trembling box, looking flustered. Is there anything in the box that you shouldn't have? asked Dumbledore.

Riddle shot Dumbledore a meaningful look. Yes, I think so, sir, he said dryly at last. Riddle opened the lid and dumped the contents on the bed without looking at it.

Fan Lin thought he could see something exciting, but there was only a mess of ordinary gadgets; among them was a yo-yo, a silver-white thimble, and a tarnished harmonica.

A child in an orphanage, if there is anything else, is not normal, right?

When the box was emptied, they stopped shaking and lay peacefully on the thin blanket.

You return them to their respective owners and apologize, said Dumbledore calmly, putting the wand back in his jacket. I'll know if you've done it or not. I also want to warn you: Stealing is not allowed at Hogwarts.

Riddle didn't look at all embarrassed; he was still eyeing Dumbledore coldly. Finally he said in a flat voice, Yes, sir.

At Hogwarts, continued Dumbledore, we not only teach you to use magic, but how to control it. You have been—inadvertently, I'm sure—using magic in a way neither of us We don't tolerate the kind taught at school. You're not the first, and you won't be the last to let magic get out of hand. But you should know that Hogwarts expels students, and the Ministry of Magic— — yes, there is a department — that punishes those who break the law more severely. All new wizards entering our world must accept this, and abide by our laws.

Yes, sir, Riddle said again. No one knew what he was thinking at the moment; his face was still blank as he put the stolen things back into the cardboard box.

When he was done packing, he turned to Dumbledore and said frankly, I don't have any money.

That's easy enough, said Dumbledore, pulling a leather purse from his pocket. Hogwarts has a fund for difficult students who need to buy books and robes. You need to buy some second-hand spell books or something, but—

Where to buy a spell book? Riddle interrupted him, took the heavy money bag without thanking Dumbledore, and was now carefully examining a gold galleon, or a gold coin? At least in the wizarding world, this thing is still hard currency.

In Diagon Alley, said Dumbledore. I brought a list of your textbooks and instruments. I can help you find each—

You want to come with me? Riddle said, looking up. Of course, if you—

I don't need you, said Riddle. I'm used to doing things alone. I've been walking around London alone. How do I get to Diagon Alley—sir?

he added, looking into Dumbledore's eyes. Fan Lin frowned, he thought Dumbledore would insist on accompanying Riddle, but he was surprised again.

Dumbledore handed him the envelope containing the list, told him exactly how to get from the Orphanage to the Leaky Cauldron, and said, You can see it, and the Muggles around you - that's People who don't have magic - can't see it. Go to Tom the barman - easy to remember, you both have the same name -

Riddle gave a sensitive touch, as if trying to drive away an annoying fly.

Don't you like the name 'Tom'?

There are a lot of people named Tom, muttered Riddle. Then, as if he couldn't suppress the doubt in his heart, and as if the doubt came out involuntarily, he asked, Is my father also a wizard? His name is also Tom Riddle. They told me.

I don't know, said Dumbledore gently.

My mother couldn't be a wizard, or she wouldn't be dead, Riddle said more to himself. It must be him. So - after I've bought everything - when do I go to this Hogwarts?

All the details are on the second parchment inside the envelope, said Dumbledore. You'll be leaving from King's Cross on September 1st. There's still a ticket in there.

Riddle nodded. Dumbledore stood up and held out his hand again. Riddle took his hand and said, I can talk to snakes. Found it on our way out in the country—they found me, and they whispered to me. Is that normal for a wizard?

Fan Lin could see that he kept suppressing this strangest ability all the time, just to impress Dumbledore in the end.

Riddle is very good at this aspect, trying to exchange his own value for more things.

It's unusual, said Dumbledore, after a moment's hesitation, but it's not unheard of. His tone was casual, but his eyes wandered curiously over Riddle's face.

They just stood there for a while, man and boy, staring at each other. Then their hand was released; Dumbledore walked to the door.

Goodbye, Tom. See you again, Hogwarts.

I think that's the end of it, said the white-haired Dumbledore standing next to Fan Lin, and a few seconds later they passed through the darkness again weightlessly, and then went straight back to the current room.

Sit down, Dumbledore landed beside Fan Lin.

Fan Lin did as he did, his mind was still full of what he saw just now.

He believed this faster than I did—I mean, you told him that he was a wizard... Fan Lin hesitated.

But, when I went to pick you up, didn't you already know it?

Because I found my mother's stuff. Fan Lin said, Actually, it took me a long time to figure it out. Fortunately, those are not too difficult, and I learned magic in advance.

This is a very dangerous thing. Dumbledore said, It is difficult for wizards in childhood to have the spirit to control these nascent restless magic powers. I have to admit that you are very talented.

But sometimes, it's more like a misfortune, Professor Dumbledore, Fan Lin shook his head and said, We can actually avoid many things.

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