Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

In London in the early morning, a thin layer of fog appeared on the sky.

Albus Dumbledore walked through a narrow alley and came to a rather shabby looking building.

The railings around the house were covered in rust, and the walls were covered with creepers—generally, they looked like they were from the last century.

Dumbledore stood there for a while, with a flash of nostalgia and guilt in his eyes.

It wasn't until a cat scurried under his feet that the old man woke up from his memories, walked up a few steps and knocked on the door.

After a while, an old lady in an apron opened the door.

"Good morning, Mrs. Lisa." Dumbledore greeted with a smile.

"Oh, hello." Mrs. Lisa looked quite surprised. She looked warily at the strangely dressed old man with a white beard in front of her, "Who are you?"

"My name is Albus Dumbledore. I sent you a letter." Dumbledore said gently, "About the future arrangements for Mr. Jerry Yoder."

"Are you a relative of that child?" asked Mrs. Lisa.

"No, I'm a headmaster," said Dumbledore. "I think Mr. Yodel would be a good fit to come to our school."

"Can you tell me the name of the school?"

"Hogwarts, the name of our school."

"Never heard of it." Mrs. Lisa muttered and raised her head, "How did you know about Jerry?"

"We found that he has the qualities we need." Dumbledore patiently explained, "That is a unique child."

"That kid Jerry is indeed very smart." Mrs. Lisa nodded in agreement, "So, do you have anything to prove your identity? You know, this is a necessary process."

"Of course," Dumbledore said, taking a blank piece of parchment from his pocket and handing it over.

There was nothing on it, but Mrs. Lisa looked at it very intently.

After a moment, she handed the paper back, with a big smile finally showing on her face: "Good morning, Principal Dumbledore, please come in."

She stepped aside, and a long, narrow corridor appeared in front of Dumbledore.

The room looked as shabby as the outside, but spotlessly clean.Dumbledore followed Lady Lisa through the corridor and came to a wooden door with a sign.

"This is my office." Mrs. Lisa opened the door and introduced Dumbledore.

The office was filled with a desk, a single bed and a fabric sofa, and there were several storage boxes stacked in the corner.

Lady Lisa asked Dumbledore to sit on the sofa, while she stood there awkwardly.

"What would you like to drink? Warm milk? Cocoa? Jerry should get up now. Do you need me to tell him to come down?"

Dumbledore groped for a while from his large purple cloak and took out a round bottle containing a golden viscous liquid.

"The mead was just brewed. Are you interested in having a drink?"

"Oh, you are too polite." Mrs. Lisa said, but her eyes were fixed on the bottle.

Dumbledore took out two more glasses, filled them with wine and handed them to Lady Lisa.

"Please use."

Mrs. Lisa was obviously an old drunkard. After taking the cup, she took a sip first, then exhaled a long breath, and the wrinkles on her face were reduced a lot.

"The last time I drank such good wine...it was the last time."

With that said, Mrs. Lisa drank her glass in one breath and clicked her tongue: "This thing must be very expensive."

"A friend of mine brewed it. If you like it, I can give you some." Dumbledore smiled and asked seemingly casually.

"Can you tell me something about Jerry? He wasn't born in this orphanage, was he?"

"Oh, that's right." Mrs. Lisa poured herself another glass and recalled, "I remember it very clearly. It was a Christmas Eve 11 years ago. I came back from buying gifts for the children, and little Jerry... He was placed at the door. It was freezing cold at the time...Poor Jerry's face was so red from the cold that he couldn't even cry..."

"To tell you the truth, our Wu's Orphanage is quite famous in London, so this kind of thing often happens. After that, I brought Jerry in and raised him... Well, that's it."

Mrs. Lisa chuckled twice, with two blushes appearing on her cheekbones: "If you ask me, Jerry is a good boy, but he is a little... well, weird."

"I think so." Dumbledore said thoughtfully, "That child may be a little different."

"No, no, no." Mrs. Lisa waved her hand, "Jerry is the most sensible child I have seen in so many years. When he was just old enough to run and jump, he started to help me work and take care of other children. that is……"

Mrs. Lisa scratched her hair in distress: "I don't know why, the other children are afraid of him."

"Oh." Dumbledore's expression became more serious, "Is he bullying other children?"

"Absolutely not!" Mrs. Lisa shook her head decisively, carefully observing Dumbledore's expression, as if she was afraid that the principal would shut Jerry out.

"I thought the same thing before," she said. "I also quietly asked other children, and they told me that Jerry stole their things and brutally killed a cat."

"I suppose he didn't do that?" said Dumbledore, frowning high.

"Yes." Mrs. Lisa said, "I asked carefully. When those things happened, Jerry was helping me work to support the family."

"To tell you the truth, Jerry earned the money to buy gifts for the other children himself." Mrs. Lisa sighed, "That child is too mature, so mature that he is a bit unsociable. Basically, you can't see him talking to him. I play with other peers, and apart from helping me with my work every day, I also read those big books.”

"God, I probably haven't read as many books in a lifetime as he has in a year. Maybe that's why, when something bad happens, other kids will suspect him."

"Solitary, with a strong thirst for knowledge, and repaying kindness?"

Dumbledore secretly sketched out the image of Jerry in his mind. He nodded with satisfaction and said, "I think it's time to meet him."

Mrs. Lisa led Dumbledore out of the office, walked up two floors along the wooden stairs, and finally came to a small attic.

She knocked on the door and waited for a moment before a voice came from the door.

"Is this Mrs. Lisa? Please come in."

"Jerry, someone is looking for you. This is Dumbritton...Dundolbo...forget it, let him tell you himself."

Dumbledore entered the room and Lady Lisa closed the door behind him.

The room was so low and narrow that Dumbledore had to lower his head to avoid hitting the ceiling.

There was a camp bed and a small table in the room. There was a carpet on the floor, and many books and clothes were scattered on the carpet in disorder.

A handsome dark-haired boy sits on the ground with a book in his hands.

He looked at Dumbledore curiously, and Dumbledore found that his eyes were also a deep black.

[…He sat there quietly, quiet and elegant.The sun shone through the attic window and cast a thick silhouette on the young man's face.This scene seemed familiar, and Dumbledore seemed to be aware of the turbulent and wild heart beneath the boy's calm appearance...]