38 years of past events

Those glass bottles carrying memories are quietly arranged at the back of the cabinet, and with the help of dim light, they emit a little crystal light from the bottle mouth, which is eye-catching and soft.

I stroked them row by row with my fingers, and then tapped a cold and crisp syllable at the end.

It has been more than half a month since the last time I came here.And my intuition tells me that Dumbledore must be hiding something from me, that there is a truth I don't know behind this cupboard.

But with so many memories here, which one belongs to my mother?

I tried to pick up each bottle, but it didn't feel right, and as I hesitated, I found a drawer on the inside of the cabinet.A very simple unlocking spell can easily open it, so easy that I suspect that this is not Dumbledore's style.

Then I touched a cold object from inside.

It's a time-turner!

I didn't expect Dumbledore to keep a hand. Of course, I have every reason to suspect that it was for that boy Harry.

"Click!" I heard the sound of the door!somebody is coming!

How is it possible, Dumbledore obviously went to attend the speech of the Nordic Wizards Association, and the headmaster's office can't come in casually.Who is the one?This makes no sense at all.

Just as I was about to hide, the awful Time-Turner snagged my clothes.

Oh, what a nuisance!

I heard the man's footsteps, so I took out my wand.

Just when the figure was about to approach me, the Time Transformer suddenly slipped off my clothes and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.The pointer began to rotate rapidly on the ground, and the rapid tick-tick sound seemed to push people to a certain distant direction.

I knew something was going to happen, and before my brain was ready, a blinding light quickly engulfed me.

"Come on, you two watch him. Dr. Edward will be here in a minute. God bless, I hope everything goes well." The woman walked out, slightly drunk from gin.

I glanced at the converter in my hand.The pointer stopped at the number of 1936 after a few laps.Very good, although I don't know what happened just now, but this is obviously more interesting than the Pensieve.

From the window I saw the child locked in the room.He sat there quietly, with a cold expression, which seemed a bit out of line for his age.

There was no reason, I just looked at him like this, giving birth to a strange and strange feeling.

After a while, a man walked in, "Good boy, don't worry about relaxing, it won't hurt, just take an injection and you'll be fine soon."

"I'm not sick!"

"You should be obedient!" The sharp female voice sounded again.

"Okay, Mrs. Cole, be quiet. I think this kid is just suffering from some depression. I'll give him some tranquilizers first, and everything will be fine."

"Depression? That's a rich man's thing. I think it's a fantasy. He imagines that he can do a lot of things, especially some crazy things. There must be no good things with him."

"Then it's not easy for you, but God will know your kindness, you took in these poor little guys." After the injection, the man packed up his things and Mrs. Cole went out.

"This kid has gotten me into a lot of trouble, and sometimes I think maybe his father was a scoundrel."

"Have you seen it? A handsome man, perhaps, just like the boy. Very pretty."

"Come on. I don't think so at all."

As the footsteps went away, those chattering voices still echoed in my ears.It's strange that the things they said have nothing to do with me, but they always make people feel a little angry.

At this moment, I turned around and realized that the child had disappeared!

He jumped out of the window, and then climbed over the iron fence at the door skillfully and neatly.He wandered the streets, as if looking for something.

"You're going to get a beautiful hairpin this Christmas Eve, I swear, baby Amy."

"Thank you, mother."

A mother and child walked out of the store, and like every pedestrian on the road, they were filled with a kind of happy expression.

It dawned on me that today is Christmas Eve.

The kid stopped walking. I don't know what he was thinking, but I can definitely guess that he has malicious intentions.

Sure enough, after a while, the mother and son accidentally fell into a puddle by the side of the street, and then I saw him smiling happily by the side of the road.

Oh what a badass!

Now he's sticking to the glass of the window and looking in at the brightly lit store full of presents, I bet he's thinking of something bad again.

Sure enough, I saw him opening and closing his lips, not knowing what he was muttering, the magical aura was very strong.

"Hey, bastard, stay away from my place! You won't steal anything from me this time!" the man shouted as he rushed out of the store with a broom.

He was obviously taken aback and ran away before the man could actually catch him.However, when he ran past me, we brushed shoulders inadvertently. He glanced at me and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

No. 23 Pax Hole Street, the door of the store clearly reflects the house number.Something flashed through my mind for a moment.I pulled out the time-turner and thought for a moment, thinking I needed to witness something.

The pointer moves, and the hasty ticking sound is remembered again, mixed with the dizziness of being squeezed by space, it is already 1938 when it reappears!

Kings Cross Station

I searched him out of the crowd at a glance, an owl, a simple school tool.He stood in the vast sea of ​​people, and that frail and fearless solitude is the spirit that still manifests in me many years later.

"Wait a minute." I called out to him.

He paused in front of the wall, turned around and looked at me across the crowd, just like decades later.

As if some kind of brilliance came out of my heart, I went through the sea of ​​people and everything to find him.

"You dropped something." When I came to him, unfortunately, I brushed shoulders with a passing man in a hurry. The "Elementary Theory of Magic" will be handed over to him in the future Falls from hand.

He picked up the book from the ground, his indifferent expression didn't change at all, he just glanced at me and was about to turn around and leave.

"Tell me your name?" I said.

He obviously paused, but soon, he started to look at me again, and replied in a sophisticated tone: "Tom Riddle."

tick!I seem to hear the Time-Turner beeping for a second at the same time.

"In exchange, your name?" He squinted his eyes and asked me unwillingly.

"Randolph." I told him the name that I would meet again in years to come.

He stared thoughtfully for a while, then nodded and said nothing after all.

"I think you need this, here it is!" Before he left, I handed him the black diary.

I knew what he was thinking that Christmas Eve when he stuck himself to the glass window of the Paxhol Street shop in London.

We are all longing for a salvation called warmth, but we have not been able to find it all our lives...

There was surprise in his eyes, he looked at me for a while without saying anything, then he took the diary and turned away.

The sun was just right, I smiled and said goodbye to him.

The pointer starts to turn, and everything returns to the original point.Before the huge white halo engulfed me, I seemed to see him turn around before entering the platform, showing the same smile as me...

"Welcome back, have you had a good trip?"

I opened my eyes, same time, same scene, Dumbledore sitting in that headmaster's rocking chair and looking at me through crescent glasses, "I know what you're thinking, but unfortunately, due to the weather, they canceled for this speech."

"You knew I was going to do this?"

"No no, to be precise, I knew it when I first saw you at Hogwarts."

I looked at him in disbelief.

"We met, Mr. Randolph, many years ago."

I instantly thought of the man who passed me by, "Is that you at King's Cross Station?"

He smiled leisurely and did not deny it, "Tom is a strange child, independent, withdrawn, and arrogant. I admit that I have never been at ease with him. After the orphanage, I have always paid attention to him."

He looked into my eyes, seemed to be thinking about something, paused for a moment, then changed a relaxed tone and continued: "Actually, you have brought me a lot of trouble in those years, and I have never been able to figure it out. What happened between you and Tom, I mean that rapport between you, that strange rapport at King's Cross Station, at least that shouldn't be the induction and connection that should appear in a stranger."

"Of course, the most important point is that you are so similar. I don't mean the looks, I mean the way you act. I saw you once that day, and I seem to be able to guess what he will look like in more than 20 years, oh, so crazy The thought shocked even me at the time.”

"But you will never be able to find me, you live in your own doubts and speculations."

"Yes, yes, at first, I thought you should have some kind of relationship or blood relatives? But then I felt that something was different. This doubt has troubled me for so long, until decades later The first day Fulla brought you to see me, oh, Merlin, I immediately understood that the person was you, and you went back to find him!"

"I didn't think about going back to him, it was an accident, if I hadn't been here today."

"Yes, you are right, but fate is such a coincidence, isn't it?"

He continued with a smile, "Randolph, have I ever told you why you and your father are both my students, but I have adopted two completely different methods."

"That's because you have been afraid that I will become like my father. So you have carefully handled everything with me during the seven years at Hogwarts." I think this question never needs to be thought about.

"No, it's the eyes." He told me slowly, "At King's Cross Station, the eyes when you looked at him and smiled, I remember it for many years."

I was stunned for a moment, we all chose silence for a moment, Dumbledore was very smart, he knew that I could guess what he wanted to say, and he also knew what my final choice would be.So there is no need to say anything.

Finally, when I left, it was already evening, and a little orange sunset hit the old man's face, adding a layer of vicissitudes to him.

"Randolph." He called me, as if he wanted to say something, "this may be the last time we talk like this..." After a pause, he smiled easily, "I mean, next time I Will take you for a Death Eater."

I suddenly had the illusion that I would never see him again, so I turned around and glanced at him. He was still the same Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore.

Maybe it's really my illusion.

The author has something to say:

The diary given to Tom by the little basket here is actually the diary in the secret room later. There is a hidden plot that has not been written, that is why Lao Fu sealed up his 16-year-old self in the diary. At that time, I was most like the little basket I saw at the station. The little basket was the first person to give him warmth, so Tom had a different memory for the little basket in his heart, especially when he heard that his son was called When Randolph, Lao Fu was stunned for a moment and suddenly understood everything.