38 years of past events

In a blink of an eye, October.

It has been more than a month since the start of Hogwarts. During this period, Ginny and I have been in constant contact. I don't think that even in the school days, our contacts are not enough to add up to what we have now.

And Evira thinks it's like being in love.It's really a funny thing, I thought I didn't like her in the past, but now I don't need such a thing as love.

Letters from owls every day, from daily life at Hogwarts, to Harry's occasional obsession with Qiu Zhang, these have become topics for Ginny to confide in, as if she was back in the second grade, and I am very interested in these little things. The troubles of the girls have begun to show great impatience.

"Why don't you just tell her by the fireplace that it's stupid to use an owl," Evira sneered.

"It's called flirting, and little girls like it." But now fuck the flirting!Yes, I have waited enough, so far Ginny has not provided me with any favorable news, maybe I need to meet her.

"Where's Draco, since he went to school, is there still contact?" I thought about Draco, even if Ginny was no longer believable, at least we still had Draco.

"That's exactly what I'm going to tell you, Bojinbok's. That kid is very clever. He seems to have found a good way."

I went to Bojinbok store in the evening, and the store was busy closing. I unbuttoned the black cloak, and when the Dark Mark appeared from his arm, Mr. Bojin paled instantly, and he dismissed Finally, I was led into a closed room mysteriously, and then pointed to a dilapidated dark cabinet and said, "This is Mr. Malfoy's explanation."

I put my finger on it and felt it gently, and suddenly understood, "Is this the disappearing cabinet?"

"Yes."

"Is there one at Hogwarts? So fix it, that's what Malfoy asked you to do?"

"As you can see, that's it."

"No wonder Evira said he was a smart guy, it seems that Draco is not as bad as I thought." I laughed.

It was indeed a good idea to use the disappearing cabinets on both sides to shuttle between Borginburg and Hogwarts, at least Draco had a little more brains than his father.

Then, I let Borgin guard outside, and I stepped into the disappearing cabinet.

It seems that it has been more than three years since he reappeared at Hogwarts. From graduation to the rise of his father, there are too many incidents interspersed during this period, like a drama with ups and downs.I also often think, where did this ups and downs and weird fate start?It seems that it should start with meeting Harry Potter. Sure enough, Riddle's fate will be entangled with the Potters sooner or later, and if it doesn't come to an end, who knows the result?

The time of using the disappearing cabinet to shuttle in the space is very fast, as if it is faster than apparating. After a while, I was greeted by Draco's surprised and excited tone: "I succeeded! It really succeeded, blue Dove seeing you now is definitely the happiest thing for me!"

"Good job, Draco."

"You know, you're the first, the first to come here, I was thinking at first, which one of them should try, Evira, Mulciber, or Aunt Bella, and you came, It was so unexpected."

"I see, you are doing well, better than your father."

"My father... If I can complete the mission this time, can you help me rescue my father? I, really miss him."

"Of course, I'm sorry that Lucius was arrested, but if you do your job well, we will."

"Thank you, I will definitely! For my father!" He clenched his fists, and the last sentence was soft but firm.

Of course, also for my father.

"By the way, did you see Ginny?"

"Ginny, she seems to have gone to Slughorn's Slug Club. Of course, I'm not interested in such boring parties."

"Why, he didn't invite you? There's no reason at all, you belong to the Malfoy family."

Draco was very dissatisfied with this. He told me, "The old man is very powerful, I think it may be because of my father. However, he invited Harry Potter and even liked him."

"Slughorn has always been like that."

"Okay, I don't want to tell you that I still have things to do now, I have to hurry up and remember, Draco, no one can find out about the disappearing cabinet!"

"Don't worry, I understand."

After parting with Draco, I decided to go to Ginny. Although she couldn't bring me more value, it was a pity to choose to give up, so for Ginny, I still did it myself.

"You understand what the professor means, don't you, Ginny?"

"Yes, thank you Susan, and please pass on to Professor Trelawney for her kindness, but I'm really not interested in divination."

"That's a pity. I guess Trelawney must be very sad. Well, good night Ginny."

"Good night, Susan."

I guess she had just come out of the Slug Club, and while there were not many people around, I pulled her past the corner, and she was leaning against the wall, her big eyes were full of surprise.

"Well……"

"Don't make noise, Ginny, if you don't want people to find me." I let go of her covered mouth.

She took a breath, looked at me and said, "Riddle, you, how did you come here, how is it possible, are you powerful enough to overcome Hogwarts' defensive spell?"

"Why, don't you want to see me? Ginny, oh, come on, my dear Ginny, I will do anything to see you."

"This is really touching. Well, you must want me to help you with something again?"

"Let's just say Ginny's still pretty smart. Slughorn's Slug Club just ended, right?"

"Yes, you are going to see him? Are you not afraid of being discovered by Principal Dumbledore?"

"Compared to Dumbledore, as long as this matter is not cleared up for a day, I can't feel at ease for a day, so I have to do this."

"But……"

"Ginny, I don't want to hear any more nonsense." I stroked my wand towards her fair neck bit by bit, my voice still soft and slow.

"Riddle? What are you doing?" She looked at me in disbelief.

"Ginny, did you say you'd help me? So take me to Slughorn, it's a small thing, isn't it?"

"Riddle..."

My wand pressed against her neck with a bit more force.

"Then, you have to make sure you won't do something dangerous."

"Ginny..." I don't like haggling.

"Okay, well, I'll take you to him while Slughorn is still in bed."

I smiled with satisfaction, "Thank you, this is my good Ginny." The wand moved away from my neck, and then a bright rose bloomed, and I handed it to her, "Liar, Ginny, how can I Really willing to do that.”

"Oh, you big liar, you really scared me just now."

I looked at her and smiled. Of course, if she really didn't want to just now, then I'm really not sure what I will do to her.

"You must love your mother very much," Ginny said to me along the way.

I froze for a moment, this is a question I never thought about. "Really? I haven't seen her, I just want to know what kind of person she is, that's all..."

"No, it must be, I can see that you love her, and I have a mother, so I know."

Randolph, why don't we have a mother?

It seems that a long time ago, someone said something to me, but unfortunately, I really can't remember it.

"Really, it turns out that love can still be seen."

"Okay, this is the office, Riddle, I can only help you in this way, I..."

"Okay, I understand." After all, this is Hogwarts, no matter what, Ginny doesn't want people to find out that she has something to do with the Death Eaters, and she has other uses, so it's better not to be discovered. "Good girl, take your roses and good night."

"Good night, be careful."

Slughorn, with his back turned to me when I entered, was sipping a freshly opened gin and saw nothing wrong.

When he heard footsteps, he said, "Ginny, I said I don't need candied fruit. Good girl go back to rest early. It's not a good idea to be caught by Filch."

"I'm sorry I didn't bring you pineapple compote, I beg your pardon, Professor Slughorn."

His back suddenly froze, and then he quickly turned around and looked at me in surprise, "It's you! Why are you here!"

"Good evening, Professor Slughorn."

"How did you get into Hogwarts? It's impossible." He took out his wand vigilantly.

"There is nothing impossible, professor, take it easy, I don't want to do anything to you tonight." I smiled and continued to say to him: "I still want to know more about my mother's affairs from you." Some, so put down your wand, we should talk."

"We should have a good talk, Randolph, if I knew you cared so much about this, why didn't you tell me from the beginning, I can definitely help you, that woman named Aphra Thinknes."

"Dumbledore!"

Before that, I seldom came to Dumbledore's office, perhaps because of my father, seven years of Hogwarts career made me always deliberately avoid and be wary of Dumbledore.

And now I am carefully looking at everything here, the independent principal's room is twice the size of ordinary teachers, there are portraits of each principal hanging on the wall, and a row of cabinets on both sides is full of all kinds of books .Of course, there is also a very good location for lighting, so that the daily sunlight can cast a light golden layer on this old man who is over seventy years old.

"What are you thinking, Mr. Riddle, this is not the first time you have come to my place."

"I was thinking, what is the biggest difference between you and my father?"

He smiled, pointed to the area on his chest and told me, "Whatever is in here, you will have the choice."

What can fit here?Is it love?I don't know, but at least in that Malfoy Manor, the blackout curtains never let a gleam of light into the dim conference room, and we always seemed so gloomy and depressed.

"Okay, Randolph, now before I clear up some of your doubts, I have to tell you that whatever you see later, you can assure me that it's all right and you won't let Tom know about it." Through that A pair of crescent glasses are Dumbledore's keen eyes.

"Yes." I answered him, and I didn't intend to let him know about these things.

"That's good."

Then he turned around, and the rows of bookshelves in the room began to recede to both sides when he waved his hands, revealing the hidden compartment behind, and then, the cabinet that had been hidden behind the bookshelves all the year round was now unmistakably exposed. displayed in our field of vision.

There are many small glass bottles gathered on it, and they are filled with silver-white liquid and are neatly arranged in every compartment of the cabinet.Then, Dumbledore took one of the glass bottles from the cupboard, and he poured the silver-white liquid into another basin, those beautiful silver-white liquids blended with the liquid in the basin, rippling sparkling stars. Lin, actually made people look forward to it.

"Come on, this is my memory, I don't know what you will get from it, but I think there will always be what you need in it."

I approached the Pensieve, those beautiful waves seemed to be calling for my pursuit, the truth that I have always wanted to seek, I bent down, when the starry liquid touched my cheek, the next second, Plunge yourself into icy memories.

London 1974

She walked alone on the streets of Xiaosuo, her face was tired and tired like never before, even though she was such a woman who had never been outstanding, the good upbringing of the Thinknes family undoubtedly kept her at her best at all times. A clean and tidy gesture, even in such a down-and-out situation.

"Afra! (Afra)"

"Aphra!"

She almost thought she was hallucinating. In such an unaccompanied London, she couldn't remember knowing anyone.

It wasn't until the familiar figure on the opposite side approached her that she realized that the world still cared for her. At least in this strange London and the strange Muggle world, there would still be people who would remember her.

"Dumbledore...Professor..."

"Oh, what a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet you here."

"I'm surprised too..."

"London is very cold in December, are you okay?" Dumbledore looked worriedly at her clean but thin dress.

"I'm fine."

"It's a good thing it hasn't started snowing yet, but Christmas is almost here and the weather can't be guaranteed."

"Why are you here?"

"This is the question I also want to ask you, but if you are really interested in knowing, I think we can sit down and have a good chat, at least it will be much better than the cold wind blowing in London now."

"Where? Hogwarts? No, I don't think I'll ever be able to go back in my life."

"That's an invitation from a friend, how about it? Don't think I'm a professor."

In the next second, the location switched to the Hogwarts principal's office.

"It's really a good thing. You became the principal. When we were in school, we still said that if Dippet retired, it might be you." She said with a faint smile.

"Maybe it's not a good thing for Tom."

The smile disappeared from her face, she was silent and did not speak again.

"How about you and Tom?" Dumbledore asked tentatively.

"I left him for a while." Now she answered very calmly.

"I figured it out, and it really is." As he spoke, Dumbledore turned around and fetched two wine glasses, "Want some drink? Slughorn gave it to me a while ago, and I heard it tastes good. "

"No, I... I... don't need to..."

Dumbledore paused, he seemed to be guessing when he looked at Aphra.

"Yes, I'm pregnant."

Sure enough, he guessed again, "Well, then you may need some juice or milk."

"Thank you." She took a glass of milk, and the hot air dispelled the cold all over her body, making her whole body feel much more comfortable now.

"Does Tom know?"

"He doesn't know, and doesn't want to know. A man like him needs nothing but himself."

"Then what are you going to do next, go home? Or continue wandering?"

"Go home? No, my father won't admit me, from the moment I'm removed, he doesn't need me, and he doesn't need this kid, he'll feel shame, he's afraid his political enemies will laugh at him he."

"It's too bad..." Dumbledore said rather sadly, "Then is there anything I can do to help you?"

"If you really want to help me, don't tell anyone I've been here, okay?"

"Why? Everyone should be responsible for their own actions, Aphra, you missed it once when you were 16 years old, and now you want to make another mistake?"

"Professor, you don't understand at all!"

"I don't understand what you guys want to do, but I know that as a mother, you have to be responsible for your child. Similarly, he is Tom's child. Even if you don't tell him in the future, it doesn't mean that he can be erased from his lineage. Without Riddle's connection, Tom has to bear the responsibility of being a father no matter what, this is a must!"

"Aphra, don't let him become the second Tom Riddle." Dumbledore looked at her, and his tone began to slow down.

"He's crazy..." After a long time, these words came out of Aphra's mouth. She paused, and then continued to say to Dumbledore: "He has become very irritable now, and his mood is extremely unstable. He always make some..."

"Some what?"

She frowned, as if remembering something bad, "something crazy and scary."

"You mean he and the Death Eaters ... er, or his friends, do it a lot?"

"I'm sorry, there are some things I can't tell you, but what I can say is that he has changed, he has become completely different from the Tom I knew, even though, even though he didn't love me back then, he was still sane. , so I always tell myself, I am waiting for him, waiting for that penniless boy to turn around and find that the world is good one day, and find that I still love him for the rest of my life, but now, almost Ten years passed before I realized what a fool I was, what a failure I was...professor...I was tired."

Dumbledore didn't know what to say to comfort her, and he looked helpless.

"So, I think I should really go. I feel greedy for this kind of entanglement. I went to London. I need my child to grow up in a new environment. I need him to be happy for the rest of his life. , rather than becoming a second Tom."

"Aphra..." Dumbledore said her name.

"So, Professor, Professor Dumbledore, if you really want to help me, please don't tell anyone?"

My eyes were instantly covered in black, and the cold liquid stimulated my brain nerves. I opened my eyes and raised my head from the Pensieve, and Dumbledore was standing next to me.

"And then? Did she really go to London?"

"I think so, because later, I didn't see her again for a long time, I promised her promise, and I didn't tell anyone. This memory has been kept in the secret compartment behind the bookcase until today Your arrival."

"Then did my father look for her later?"

"How should I put it, Tom has looked for her, but the purpose is very doubtful. After all, at that time, old Thickness was still alive, and he hoped to have contact with the Ministry of Magic. I think this may be why he has been so tolerant of your mother. The reason for being around him. After all, based on my understanding of Tom, he is not a person who believes in love."

I didn't speak, and Dumbledore comforted me: "Of course, I can understand, after all, no child would want their parents to be a combination without any feelings, just like Tom, he will never admit that his mother used fascination for his father agent."

"However, I still have a memory here, maybe you will be interested." As he said, Dumbledore took a glass bottle from the shelf again, "At first I didn't know that Aphra would have any connection with Tom, after all She was Malfoy's fiancée, which was known to everyone at the time, and Tom was very good at school at the time, even if there were rumors about the daughter of the Black family or the girl from the Eldorf family and him, I thought it was nothing It's just some means he wants to win over the pure-blood family, I didn't care that he would really have anything to do with the Thinknes family."

He poured the memory in the bottle into the Pensieve again, "Until Aphra dropped out in sixth grade, no one would connect it with Tom, and besides, your mother didn't tell the truth. "

"However, it wasn't until two years after they graduated that I inadvertently learned about this memory from the school administrator, Mr. Callander, that I realized that Tom's purpose was by no means that simple. He took a fancy to Xin The Kness family's rights in the political party circle, he has always wanted to cultivate his own power."

"I think I realized it a little late. If I had known earlier, maybe Aphra would not have followed Tom to such a big wrong step."

I leaned closer to the Pensieve, throwing myself into that memory again, experiencing all the joys and sorrows of the time my mother was born in.

"Tom, they're talking about you and the Eldorf daughter, well, I'm talking about Sally, you..."

"You should believe me, Aphra, such stupid rumors are repeated almost every day. There was no Miss Black's family last time."

"Yeah, so, I went and cut off her brother's ear, of course, mainly because that guy laughed at me, that Malfoy didn't ask me to dance, but you know, I don't care what Malfoy is thinking."

"No, don't be like this. How should I say, he is your fiance, and everyone knows it." There was some irony in his tone.

"But I don't love him, and he doesn't love me at all. I don't understand what's the point of that?"

"But, Afra, you love me, don't you?" His tone was soft and seductive.

"Of course, Tom."

"Then, even if it's for me, you are willing to break the engagement with the Malfoy family, and you are willing to tell your father..." The voice behind them became weaker and weaker, and at the end it was completely unclear what they were saying.

And Mr. Callander thinks that as a school administrator, on patrol at night like this, he has given enough time for the young couple to make out, so now, should he let them go back to rest early? Yes, he definitely didn't eavesdrop on purpose, he just gave them enough time to say goodbye.

"Ahem... who's there!" Although it was impolite, he cleared his throat and yelled roughly, hoping to scare the two students away, so that they could get out and admit their mistakes obediently and go to bed , so maybe he won't expose them, you know, he is the most talkative administrator in Hogwarts history.

He took a few steps forward with the kerosene lamp, hoping to find the person who had just spoken.

On the other side against the wall, he found the two figures in the dark, Callander shook the kerosene lamp, oh, he knew it, it was Tom Riddle, a famous top student at Hogwarts, and One, isn't that Aphra Thicknesse, the daughter of the Deputy Minister of Magic, well, it must be embarrassing to be caught like this, especially since that girl is Malfoy's fiancée.

However, when encountering such an embarrassing scene, Mr. Callander suddenly felt that he was the one who was embarrassed, because the two students in front of him were not in the slightest embarrassment at all. Facing the dazzling kerosene lamp in front of him, he straightened his clothes on his chest, still smiling gracefully and gracefully.

"Good evening, Mr Callander."

"Late...good evening...uh...I mean, it's so late, you should go to rest, and it's the same if you have something to say during the day."

"Of course, your lesson is correct. We will pay attention to it next time." Tom and Aphra exchanged glances, still smiling.

"That's the best, then, you now..."

"We'll go back, by the way, sir, you won't tell anyone about tonight's incident, will you? I mean, it's not going to affect Aphra badly, after all, she's the Miss Thinknes family .”

He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that the vice minister would not want her daughter to have some bad scandals, and it was from the mouth of a little administrator of his school, he knew himself, he understood very well.

"Of course, if young people make mistakes, they can be forgiven."

"Thank you very much, sir, and good night."

"Good night……"

Time went back to the present again, I woke up from the pensieve, Dumbledore packed up those glass bottles, and placed them in those darkened cabinets again.

While doing this, he asked me: "After watching it, what do you think?"

"Did my father really never love her?"

"I think you've got the answer from Tom, haven't you?" After finishing all that, he moved the bookcases on both sides to their original places again, and everything in the office seems to have remained the same until now.

"Do you have anything else to say about my mother?"

"Which aspect do you want to know?"

"I want to know how she died."

Dumbledore was silent suddenly, and after a while, he told me firmly, "No! I'm sorry I don't have one here."

I looked into his eyes, stared at him through those crescent glasses, and tried to search his mind for something, but there was nothing. "Okay, today, thank you, Headmaster Dumbledore."

"You're welcome, if you want to know some other things about your mother next time, maybe I can help you."

I paused, and then asked him, "Why didn't you ask me how I got into Hogwarts?"

He smiled, and his eyes narrowed in those crescent glasses: "Then will you tell me?"

Yes!I won't tell him.

"Son, when your mother left me that day, I gave her a sentence, and now I want to send this sentence to you: Where the treasure is, there is the heart. This is my sister's epitaph , she died because of Muggles, but she yearned for that world before she was alive, I asked her why, she said she yearned for all free and happy hearts, no matter Muggles or wizards."

Where the treasure is, there is the heart.

"I go to the Muggle world every year to remember her, as long as I think that there was her hope there, so I happened to meet your mother that winter, and you saw it, she hopes you will be happy all your life, don't let Let her down, don't let your mother's last wish in this world down, Randolph."

However, there are bound to be too many helpless things in this world. I lost my mother, and now I don't want to lose my father anymore, so I'm sorry.

"Thank you, Headmaster Dumbledore, goodbye!" I turned and went out.

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Little Basket is going to pursue her mother's romance!