Magical Studies at Hogwarts
Chapter 332 Key Memory (2)
"Apparition Lesson
If you are already 17 years old or will be 31 years old by August 17st, you can take a twelve-week Apparition course taught by Apparition instructors from the Ministry of Magic.
Those who wish to participate please sign below.
Tuition fee: twelve galleons. "
At the beginning of the new semester, the sixth-grade students were excited. In just a short time, a long line of people lined up in front of this notice posted on the bulletin board, all of whom wanted to sign.
Everything was in order, Hermione signed her name first, then Ron, and finally Harry himself.They all meet the conditions for registration, the only problem is Ron, he does not have twelve galleons.
But that didn't matter, because his friend Harry had a lot of galleons...a lot.
Throughout the day, most of the sixth grade were excited to learn about Apparition, and you could see them discussing the subject everywhere.Without exception, they all long for a life where they can disappear and appear at any time.
Originally, Harry just listened quietly to their discussion, but when Ron revealed that he had an experience of being taken away by others, he once again became the center of attention.
Almost all day long, Harry was surrounded by sixth-grade students who wanted him to teach about Apparition. Even though he told them that Apparition was very uncomfortable, he didn't see a trace of timidity on their faces.
Just awe, and growing interest.
"Speaking of which, what is the difference between Apparition and Apparition? Why are there two names?"
After finally getting rid of those classmates who were eager to learn, Harry suddenly remembered the two words he had heard before and couldn't help but ask.
"Actually, there is no difference." Hermione took a small bite of her sandwich at the long Gryffindor table and said, "If 'you' are the subject, Apparition is 'you' appearing somewhere, and Apparition is ' You're out of here. Overall, they're actually a charm."
"so complicated……"
"It's okay if you don't understand. The professor will tell you during the Apparition class."
"Okay..." Harry nodded and was startled when he saw a new group of seekers surrounding him.
At this time, there are only 10 minutes left before eight o'clock!
Harry looked at Hermione and Ron, who immediately formed a tacit understanding to cover him so that he could run to the principal's office on time.
"Good evening, Harry."
The pensieve was placed on the table again, Dumbledore's hand was holding its edge, and two small silver bottles were placed next to it.
"Good evening, sir," Harry replied. "Two memories tonight?"
"Yes, they were both hard-earned, and I think the second one is the most important of all the memories I've collected."
"More important than the one in Stride?"
"Yes." Dumbledore said, his expression suddenly becoming serious, "but before that, we have to look at the first one."
"Tonight, we are going to continue the story of Tom Riddle..." Dumbledore went straight to the point and began to tell Harry about Voldemort's time at Hogwarts.Such as what he has done and what he thinks about him.
"...I didn't find many memories of Voldemort at Hogwarts," Dumbledore said. "Few people who knew him at the time wanted to talk about him. They were all too scared."
"But there are still a very few people who are willing to tell me some things about him, which are scattered and often not systematic. However, I also know one thing from these scattered memories, and that is Tom's understanding of his life experience. Very fascinated."
"It's easy to understand: he came from an orphanage and grew up there, so he naturally wanted to know how he got there. He had scoured Hogwarts for clues about old Tom Riddle, trophies, student rosters, but Finding nothing, he was finally forced to admit the fact that his father had never been to Hogwarts..." Dumbledore took his glasses off the bridge of his nose and wiped them, "I think it was at that time that he abandoned He chose the name Tom Riddle because, after all, to him, his biological father was not special and he couldn't tolerate it, so he changed his name to Voldemort."
"I guess that's when he started investigating his mother, whom he once despised..."
"You should still remember what he once said: Since that woman succumbed to death, she cannot be a wizard."
"But he's wrong," Harry interjected.
"Yes, but he didn't know it at the time, and the only clue he had was the name 'Marvolo'." Dumbledore put back his glasses, "In the end, he found out in many old books and his investigation of wizard families I found some clues that there is still a remnant of the Slytherin family..."
"That summer vacation, when he was 16 years old, he did not go back to the orphanage he went to every year, but chose to look for his possible relatives..."
Dumbledore opened the first bottle and poured the memories inside into the Pensieve.Then he held out his hand to Harry, motioning for him to take it.
A few seconds later, Harry found himself in a familiar place, but what he saw now was very different from what he saw before.
Although it was shabby before, it was not as dirty as it is now.The ceiling was covered with thick spider webs, the floor was dark, and the moldy food and rusty pots on the table were mixed together, but there was no smell at all.
The room was dark, the only light coming from a candle at a man's feet that looked about to go out.His hair and beard were very long, completely covering his eyes and mouth. He was so motionless that Harry even thought he was dead.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and the man woke up.He held a wand in his right hand and a short knife in his left hand.As soon as he got up from the ground, the door opened, and a young and handsome boy stood at the door.
It was Voldemort.
The man's eyes fell on the young Voldemort, and after staring at his face for a long time, he suddenly became excited.
"You! You!" He yelled and stepped forward, but kicked the wine bottles scattered on the ground. He staggered immediately and rushed towards Voldemort at a faster speed.
"stop!"
There was a rustling sound, and the man couldn't help but startled, but he couldn't hold it back even if he wanted to stop, so he simply fell to the side and hit the table directly.
He held the dirty tabletop, looked through his long hair, and looked at the child in front of him more carefully.
"You can say that kind of thing?"
"Yes, I can." Voldemort looked at the dilapidated room wildly and asked, "Where is Marvolo?"
"Dead, many years ago."
"then who are you?"
"I'm Morfin."
If you are already 17 years old or will be 31 years old by August 17st, you can take a twelve-week Apparition course taught by Apparition instructors from the Ministry of Magic.
Those who wish to participate please sign below.
Tuition fee: twelve galleons. "
At the beginning of the new semester, the sixth-grade students were excited. In just a short time, a long line of people lined up in front of this notice posted on the bulletin board, all of whom wanted to sign.
Everything was in order, Hermione signed her name first, then Ron, and finally Harry himself.They all meet the conditions for registration, the only problem is Ron, he does not have twelve galleons.
But that didn't matter, because his friend Harry had a lot of galleons...a lot.
Throughout the day, most of the sixth grade were excited to learn about Apparition, and you could see them discussing the subject everywhere.Without exception, they all long for a life where they can disappear and appear at any time.
Originally, Harry just listened quietly to their discussion, but when Ron revealed that he had an experience of being taken away by others, he once again became the center of attention.
Almost all day long, Harry was surrounded by sixth-grade students who wanted him to teach about Apparition. Even though he told them that Apparition was very uncomfortable, he didn't see a trace of timidity on their faces.
Just awe, and growing interest.
"Speaking of which, what is the difference between Apparition and Apparition? Why are there two names?"
After finally getting rid of those classmates who were eager to learn, Harry suddenly remembered the two words he had heard before and couldn't help but ask.
"Actually, there is no difference." Hermione took a small bite of her sandwich at the long Gryffindor table and said, "If 'you' are the subject, Apparition is 'you' appearing somewhere, and Apparition is ' You're out of here. Overall, they're actually a charm."
"so complicated……"
"It's okay if you don't understand. The professor will tell you during the Apparition class."
"Okay..." Harry nodded and was startled when he saw a new group of seekers surrounding him.
At this time, there are only 10 minutes left before eight o'clock!
Harry looked at Hermione and Ron, who immediately formed a tacit understanding to cover him so that he could run to the principal's office on time.
"Good evening, Harry."
The pensieve was placed on the table again, Dumbledore's hand was holding its edge, and two small silver bottles were placed next to it.
"Good evening, sir," Harry replied. "Two memories tonight?"
"Yes, they were both hard-earned, and I think the second one is the most important of all the memories I've collected."
"More important than the one in Stride?"
"Yes." Dumbledore said, his expression suddenly becoming serious, "but before that, we have to look at the first one."
"Tonight, we are going to continue the story of Tom Riddle..." Dumbledore went straight to the point and began to tell Harry about Voldemort's time at Hogwarts.Such as what he has done and what he thinks about him.
"...I didn't find many memories of Voldemort at Hogwarts," Dumbledore said. "Few people who knew him at the time wanted to talk about him. They were all too scared."
"But there are still a very few people who are willing to tell me some things about him, which are scattered and often not systematic. However, I also know one thing from these scattered memories, and that is Tom's understanding of his life experience. Very fascinated."
"It's easy to understand: he came from an orphanage and grew up there, so he naturally wanted to know how he got there. He had scoured Hogwarts for clues about old Tom Riddle, trophies, student rosters, but Finding nothing, he was finally forced to admit the fact that his father had never been to Hogwarts..." Dumbledore took his glasses off the bridge of his nose and wiped them, "I think it was at that time that he abandoned He chose the name Tom Riddle because, after all, to him, his biological father was not special and he couldn't tolerate it, so he changed his name to Voldemort."
"I guess that's when he started investigating his mother, whom he once despised..."
"You should still remember what he once said: Since that woman succumbed to death, she cannot be a wizard."
"But he's wrong," Harry interjected.
"Yes, but he didn't know it at the time, and the only clue he had was the name 'Marvolo'." Dumbledore put back his glasses, "In the end, he found out in many old books and his investigation of wizard families I found some clues that there is still a remnant of the Slytherin family..."
"That summer vacation, when he was 16 years old, he did not go back to the orphanage he went to every year, but chose to look for his possible relatives..."
Dumbledore opened the first bottle and poured the memories inside into the Pensieve.Then he held out his hand to Harry, motioning for him to take it.
A few seconds later, Harry found himself in a familiar place, but what he saw now was very different from what he saw before.
Although it was shabby before, it was not as dirty as it is now.The ceiling was covered with thick spider webs, the floor was dark, and the moldy food and rusty pots on the table were mixed together, but there was no smell at all.
The room was dark, the only light coming from a candle at a man's feet that looked about to go out.His hair and beard were very long, completely covering his eyes and mouth. He was so motionless that Harry even thought he was dead.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and the man woke up.He held a wand in his right hand and a short knife in his left hand.As soon as he got up from the ground, the door opened, and a young and handsome boy stood at the door.
It was Voldemort.
The man's eyes fell on the young Voldemort, and after staring at his face for a long time, he suddenly became excited.
"You! You!" He yelled and stepped forward, but kicked the wine bottles scattered on the ground. He staggered immediately and rushed towards Voldemort at a faster speed.
"stop!"
There was a rustling sound, and the man couldn't help but startled, but he couldn't hold it back even if he wanted to stop, so he simply fell to the side and hit the table directly.
He held the dirty tabletop, looked through his long hair, and looked at the child in front of him more carefully.
"You can say that kind of thing?"
"Yes, I can." Voldemort looked at the dilapidated room wildly and asked, "Where is Marvolo?"
"Dead, many years ago."
"then who are you?"
"I'm Morfin."
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