Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

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"Weird, what do you mean by weird?" Dumbledore asked gently.

"That's right, he..." Mrs. Cole suddenly stopped talking.

She cast a questioning look at Dumbledore over the gin glass that wasn't in the least dazed or confused.

At that moment, Ivan felt that Dumbledore's magic had failed!

"Surely he can go to your school, can't he?"

"Sure," said Dumbledore.

"No matter what I say, won't that change that?"

"No," said Dumbledore.

"You're going to take him anyway?"

"Anyway," Dumbledore repeated gravely.

Mrs. Cole squinted at him, as if deciding whether to trust him or not.

At last she evidently thought he could be trusted, and suddenly blurted out, "He scares the other kids."

"Scared?! You mean he likes to bully people?" asked Dumbledore.

"It's not simply bullying, it's scary. It's a feeling that's hard to explain. If you think he's bullying, that's okay." Mrs. Cole frowned and said, "It's hard to catch him on the spot, There have been some accidents, some vicious incidents..."

Dumbledore didn't rush her, but he could tell he was interested.

Mrs. Cole took another swig of her gin, and the flush deepened on her cheeks.

"Tell you what, Billy Stubbs' rabbit... yeah, Tom says he didn't do it, and I don't think he could have done it, but that's the way the rabbit ain't gonna use the rope himself hanging from the beams?"

Ai Wen pursed his lips, and automatically made up the picture enough to be made into a horror movie.

A boy wakes up in the morning to find his beloved pet rabbit hanged above his head, dangling...

"I don't think so either," Dumbledore said softly, frowning too.

Every little wizard will have a magic riot before awakening, but this one seems to be extraordinarily special and cruel.

Normal little wizards can't do that, so it's no wonder Mrs Cole describes young Riddle as weird and frightening.

"Well, that rabbit, I don't know how he got up there to do it. All I know is that he and Billy had a fight the day before. And then..." Mrs. Cole Another swig of gin, this time spilling some down his chin, "go out in the summer, you know, once a year. We take them to the countryside or the seaside, and since then, Amy Benson and Dennis Bishop just wasn't quite right."

"Sorry, may I know what's wrong?" Dumbledore asked.

"It's just that the head is not right, and now it's sober and now it's sluggish," said Mrs. Cole, wiping the drink from her chin. "When we asked, they only said that they went into a cave with Tom Riddle. Tom swears They said they were going on an expedition, but something must have happened there, I'm sure. There are many other things, weird..."

She looked at Dumbledore again, and although her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were calm.

"I can't say, some things are so horrible, I'm not sure if he did it, but I think a lot of people in this orphanage will clap their hands when they see him leave. Yes, I can be sure of that."

"I'm sure you understand that we won't keep him at school forever," said Dumbledore, "at least he will be back here every summer."

"Oh, no problem. That's better than someone sniffing his nose with a rusty poker. Let him get out of here before he dies. Thank God." Mrs. Cole said with a belch. , she stood up, her legs still steady even though the bottle of gin was two-thirds gone.

"By the way, I guess you must really want to meet him?"

"I really want to." Dumbledore said and stood up.

Ivan and Harry glanced at each other, and each could see the surprise in each other's eyes.

Is this young Voldemort?When he hadn't learned magic, it was so scary, the rabbit who was hanged, the companion who became mentally abnormal, the rusty poker sniffing his nose, and many other weird and scary things, it was standard horror The protagonist template of the novel!

Chapter 1374 Riddle's Abilities

Harry seemed to want to say something, but Dumbledore made a gesture of silence, and he could go up and say something.

They followed Mrs. Cole out of the office and up the stone stairs, shouting and berating her helpers and children as they went.

The orphans were all dressed in gray tunics, and they all looked reasonably well cared for, but there was no doubt that growing up in this place, the atmosphere was very gloomy and depressing, and the orphanage was a rather old building , the pattern and decoration inside give people a gloomy feeling.

There is not enough light, and even though it is close to noon, the place is still full of coldness and darkness.

Looking at their orphans from every room, those pair of dull eyes...

"Here we are," said Mrs. Cole.

They turned a corner on the third-floor landing and stopped at the door of the first room in a long corridor.

She knocked on the door twice and walked in.

"Tom? Someone's coming to see you. This is Mr. Dumbleton, I'm sorry, it's Mr. Dumbledore. He's coming to tell you. . . Well, let him tell you himself."

Ivan, Harry, and two Dumbledores walked into the room together, and Mrs. Cole closed the door behind them.

It was an empty, undecorated hut, save for an old wardrobe and an iron bed.

A boy is sitting on a gray blanket with his long legs stretched out in front of him, reading a book in his hand.

Tom Riddle enjoys the treatment of a single room, but this looks more like a prison room.

Ivan observed Tom Riddle carefully, and there was no sign of the Gaunt family on his face, and Merope's last words became reality: he was simply a miniature version of his handsome father.He was tall for an 11-year-old, with dark hair and a pale complexion.

This is a very handsome and lovable child. From the appearance alone, this is the first impression he gives people.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Dumbledore's strange appearance and attire.

For a while, no one spoke, and the atmosphere in the room was silent and weird.

"What a bad memory." A deep voice sounded in Ivan's ear.

He turned his head and saw the vague figure of 15-year-old Riddle floating beside him, and disappeared in an instant!

This guy, Ivan hasn't seen him since the Ministry of Magic incident last semester.

But he must exist, he can only live on that ring, and Dumbledore has always been wearing that ring.

At that moment just now, Ivan felt that this guy seemed to be a little different!

He couldn't tell what was different, he almost flashed past Ivan's eyes.

Ivan looked at Dumbledore again, but didn't get any response. It was the same as using the Confusion Curse and Instinct just now. The principal didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He didn't seem to notice that the 15-year-old Riddle's soul had come out , Aiwen's eyes finally fell on his hand with the ring, and the spell on it was particularly dazzling.

Harry also looked back at Ivan suspiciously, then turned his head to pay attention to the conversation between Dumbledore and Riddle.

"Hello, Tom." Dumbledore said, stepped forward and held out his hand.

The boy hesitated, then reached out and shook his hand.

Dumbledore pulled a hard wooden chair beside Riddle so that they both looked like a hospital patient and a visitor.

"I'm Professor Dumbledore."

"Professor?" Riddle repeated, showing a very vigilant expression. He pointed to the door that Mrs. Cole had left just now, "Is it like a doctor? What are you doing here? Did she ask you to come and help me?" Did I check it?"

"No, it's not," said Dumbledore, smiling.

"I don't believe you," said Riddle. "She wants someone to come and see me, doesn't she? Tell the truth!"

He said the last three words fiercely and loudly, with a terrifying aura.

This is an order, and it seems that he has given this order many times before.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, and stared at Dumbledore fiercely with a frightening manner, but Dumbledore did not answer, but continued to smile kindly, and after a few seconds, Riddle's eyes relaxed, but He seemed more alert.

"Who are you? Tell the truth, don't try to lie to me, I can tell." Still in a commanding tone.

"I have told you that I am Professor Dumbledore and I work at a school called Hogwarts. I have come to invite you to my school, your new school, if you wish. "

After hearing this, Riddle's reaction was greatly unexpected.

He jumped out of bed and backed away from Dumbledore, looking extremely annoyed.

"You can't fool me! You came from the madhouse, didn't you? Professor, well, yes, tell you, I won't go, understand? That damned old hag should go to the madhouse. I don't Nothing to do with little Amy Benson and Dennis Bishop, even if they are crazy, it has nothing to do with me, you can ask them yourself, they will tell you!"

"I'm not from the madhouse," said Dumbledore patiently. "I'm a teacher, and if you'll sit down calmly, I'll tell you about Hogwarts. Of course, if you don't want to Go to that school, and no one will force you!"

"Hmph, I want to see who dares!" Riddle said contemptuously.

"Hogwarts." Dumbledore continued, seemingly not hearing Riddle's last words, "it's a school for people with special talents."

"I'm not crazy!"

"I know you're not crazy. Hogwarts is not a school for madmen, but a school for wizardry."

Silence, silence, silence.

Riddle seemed stunned, expressionless on his face.

His eyes flicked quickly from one to the other of Dumbledore's, as if trying to see in one that he was lying.

Is this a normal 11-year-old boy's reaction?Absolutely not!

But is young Riddle a normal boy?Absolutely not!

If history can be changed, Aiwen hopes that young Dumbledore will turn around and leave now.

No matter how you look at it, this guy in front of him is extremely abnormal, even from the perspective of a wizard.

"Magic?" Riddle repeated softly. "You mean magic?"

"Fine," said Dumbledore.

"Those innate abilities of mine, are, um, magic?"

"What skills do you have?" Dumbledore asked back.

"All kinds, all kinds." Riddle said in a low voice, the flush of excitement quickly spread from his neck to his sunken cheeks, and he seemed very excited, "Beyond your imagination, I don't need to touch it with my hands." I can make things move, and I can make animals do what I want without training. I can make bad luck for whoever pisses me off, and I can hurt them as easily as I want."

Well, this is really strong, very Voldemort, the most famous and powerful dark wizard who ever lived.

Chapter 1375 Out of Control Magic

For a trained wizard, it is actually not too difficult to do what Riddle said.

However, considering that he is only 11 years old, has not yet gone to school, and does not even have a magic wand, he can already control his magic power to do what he wants to do. This talent is terrifyingly strong, which shows that Riddle has powerful magic power and Magic control is far beyond the level that normal wizards should have.

Ivan didn't know anyone who could do this, probably not even Dumbledore.

Riddle's ancestor, Salazar?Slytherin's powerful magical talents are perfectly displayed in him.

For thousands of years, the Gunter family's efforts to insist on interbreeding and maintain bloodline integrity have finally paid off.

This kind of magical talent against the sky should never appear in this era.

Of course, it shouldn't even appear on Riddle.

But everything has been forged, and the cause and effect have been formed. Even if Riddle hadn't gone to Hogwarts to study, he would have become the Dark Lord, and perhaps even more terrifying, becoming the strongest silent person in history.

Power out of control can only bring disaster.

Aiwen had a little understanding of this, and the rise of Voldemort was inevitable.

In the room, Riddle finished his skills in one breath.

His legs were shaking, he staggered forward, sat on the bed again, lowered his head, stared at his hands, as if praying.

"I've known I'm different," he said to his trembling hands. "I've known I'm special. I've known there's something in it."

"Yes, your idea is not wrong." Dumbledore said, he restrained his smile, frowned slightly, and looked at Riddle intently, "You are a wizard."

Riddle looked up, and his face changed suddenly: there was a kind of wild joy.

Yet somehow, instead of making him look better, it made his delicate features suddenly rough.

That expression was like a wild beast, terrifying, making people feel inexplicable fear and uneasiness, maybe this was his true face.

"You're a wizard too?" he asked eagerly.

"Yes."

"Prove it to me." Riddle said immediately, his tone as domineering as the sentence just now.

Young Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, as if thinking.

"If, as I understand it, you agree to go to Hogwarts..."

"Of course I agree!"

"Then you're going to call me Professor or Sir."

Riddle's expression froze for a moment, and then he said suddenly in a tone of very different politeness, "I'm sorry, sir. I mean, Professor, can you show me..."