Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

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Chapter 1371 Young Dumbledore

Dumbledore poured the new memory into the Pensieve, then lifted the stone basin with his slender hands and turned it gently.

"You've both read about Voldemort's early days, as we've said before, about the handsome Muggle, Tom Riddle, who deserted his witch wife, Merope, and returned to his village in Little Hangleton. Merope was alone in London with the child who would become Lord Voldemort..."

"Professor, how did you know she was in London?"

"Because of the evidence provided by Caractacus Burke," said Dumbledore, "it's a coincidence that he opened a shop that sold the one we're talking about that hurt Katie. Necklace shop."

"Bokin-Bork Black Magic Store." Ivan said.

"Yes, he is the owner of this shop," said Dumbledore.

He shook the contents of the Pensieve like a prospector sifting gold.

From among the swirling silver-white objects loomed the figure of a little old man, whirling slowly in the Pensieve, pale as a ghost but more textured than a ghost.His hair was so thick that it completely covered his eyes.

"Yeah, I got it on very special occasions. A young witch got it just before Christmas, so many years ago. She said she was in need of money, yeah , that's all too obvious. She's ragged, haggard, and pregnant. She says that locket used to belong to Salazar Slytherin." Mr. Borgin smiled disdainfully, "Well, I Heard this shit all the time: Oh, it's Merlin's thing, my God, I swear, it's his favorite teapot..."

"But I took a closer look, and there was indeed a Slytherin family mark on the locket, and I found out the truth from that woman with a few simple spells. Of course, that thing is priceless. Then The woman doesn't seem to know how valuable it is, and she's satisfied after only selling it for ten Galleons, that's the best deal we've ever done!"

Dumbledore shook the Pensieve extra vigorously, and Caractacus was back where he had just appeared, sinking into a swirling memory.

"Is this the locket he was talking about?" Ivan revealed the locket behind his clothes.

"Yes, it is indeed priceless."

Ivan nodded in agreement, this thing is simply priceless.

"But he only gave her ten Galleons?!" Harry said angrily.

"Calactacus Burke was not a generous man," said Dumbledore, "so we know that Merope, alone in London in the late stages of pregnancy, desperate for money, had to sell The only valuable thing on her body, the Slytherin locket, is also a family heirloom that Marvolo cherishes very much."

"I don't understand, Merope is a witch, why doesn't she get food and everything for herself through magic? It doesn't cost money at all, just magic can solve this problem."

"Well!" said Dumbledore, "no one can figure that out, we can only guess now, maybe she can. But I think, I'm guessing again, but I believe I'm right, I think Merope stopped using magic after being abandoned by her husband, she was emotionally hurt, she thought she was abandoned by his muggle husband because she was a witch, she probably didn't want to be a witch again Of course, there is another possibility that her unrequited love and the resulting despair have greatly weakened her power. Such things will happen, and violent emotional fluctuations will have their own magic. In short, as you will see later, even at the last moment, Merope refused to raise his wand to save his own life."

"Maybe after Riddle left, she planned to die!" Ivan guessed.

"Maybe..." said Dumbledore.

"Would she even want to live for her son?" Harry asked.

His words made Dumbledore raise his eyebrows, "Could it be that you have sympathy for Voldemort?"

"No!" said Harry hastily, "but Merope has a choice, can't he, unlike my mother!"

"Your mother can also choose." Dumbledore said gently, "Yes, Merope chose to die. Although there is a son who needs her, don't blame her. The long-term pain has made her very Vulnerable, and she never had your mother's courage, Harry!"

Anyway, Merope insisted that Voldemort be born.

Her life experience was so tragic, but if she had given up immediately after Riddle, then so many things would not have happened later.

"Now, we're going to go into my memory, also a very important memory."

Dumbledore motioned for Ivan and Harry to stand up, and they entered the Pensieve.

Falling in the dark again, a few seconds later, when his feet stepped on solid ground, Ivan found himself standing with Dumbledore and Harry on a busy old-fashioned street in London.

"That's me." Dumbledore said cheerfully, pointing to a tall figure in front of him.

The man was crossing the road in front of a horse-drawn milk cart, a young Albus Dumbledore with long auburn hair and beard.He came to the side of the road and strode forward along the sidewalk. His elegant fuchsia velvet suit attracted many curious eyes.

I have to admit that the young Dumbledore looks very handsome and has a unique temperament.

It is different from the temperament of Dumbledore now, but it is also the kind of temperament that can be noticed at a glance in the crowd.

And it was so hard to ignore young Dumbledore on a street like this!His elegant Muggle suit is very trendy even now, only celebrities in the entertainment industry would wear it like this, it's not at all nondescript or greasy like the Muggles that other wizards pretend to be...

"Nice dress, Professor!" Harry blurted out without thinking.

"It's very suitable. I dare say that there will be many girls who like you, Professor." Ivan agreed.

Dumbledore didn't answer, he just smiled softly.

Aiwen felt that he might be wrong. Dumbledore was not married until now, not even a woman who was rumored to be scandalous.

In other words, what's the use of him being so handsome and dressed so trendy?

In the past, there may have been many girls who liked him, but he didn't.

They are now here to learn about the former Voldemort, but Ivan suddenly felt that he also had a deeper understanding of the former Dumbledore...

Chapter 1372 Orphanage and Gentle Practice

Young Dumbledore crossed the street, and the three followed him at a distance.

At last they passed through a large iron gate and entered a bare yard.

Behind the courtyard is a boxy, gloomy and old-fashioned building surrounded by high railings.

This is the place, right?

Ivan looked around curiously. This should be the orphanage where Voldemort was in his childhood.

A very famous place, the beginning of the birth of evil, also looks very unpleasant.

While Ivan looked around, young Dumbledore walked up the few steps leading to the front door and knocked on the door.

A moment later a scruffy girl in an apron opened the door.

"Good afternoon, I have an appointment with a Mrs. Cole, I think, she is the steward here?"

"Oh!" said the girl with a puzzled face, looking at Dumbledore's overly gorgeous outfit in astonishment, "Well, wait a minute, Mrs. Cole!"

She turned her head and cried out, and a voice in the distance shouted back, and the girl turned to Dumbledore again.

"Come in, sir, she'll be right here."

Ivan, Harry, and Dumbledore followed him into a foyer covered with black and white tiles when he was young. The whole room looked shabby, but it was very tidy and spotless. The weary woman walked quickly towards them.

Her face was chiseled and looked more anxious than menacing.

As she walked towards Dumbledore, she turned to order another helper in an apron.

"Brought the iodine upstairs to Martha, Billy Stubbs scratched his scabs, and Eric Walley's blood stained the sheets. Unlucky chicken pox !” She seemed to speak into the air, when her eyes fell on Dumbledore, and she stopped abruptly.

She looked astonished, as if she had seen a giraffe pass her threshold.

"Good afternoon, ma'am!" said Dumbledore, holding out his hand.

Mrs. Cole stared at him dumbfounded and did not respond for a long time.

"My name is Albus Dumbledore. I wrote you a letter asking you to meet me. You kindly invited me to come today."

Mrs. Cole blinked her eyes. She seemed to have decided that Dumbledore was not her hallucination, so she cheered up and said, "Oh, yes, Mr. Dumbledore's letter, yes, that's right! Okay, okay Well, you'd better come to my room, yes..."

She led Dumbledore into a small room that seemed to be half a living room and half an office. It was as shabby as the entrance hall, and the furniture was very old and did not match.She seated Dumbledore in a rickety chair while she sat behind a cluttered desk and eyed him nervously.

"I have already told you in the letter that I am here to discuss Tom Riddle with you and arrange a future for him," said Dumbledore.

"Are you his relative?" Mrs. Cole asked suspiciously.

"No, I'm a teacher," said Dumbledore. "I've come to ask Tom to study at our school."

"Then what kind of school is this?"

"The name of the school is Hogwarts," said Dumbledore.

Obviously, Mrs. Cole had never heard of such a place, and the look of suspicion on her face was even stronger.

Scammers use this kind of excuse to cheat children away, and they can do anything when they go out, and such sensational reports can always be seen in newspapers.

Mrs. Cole may not like Riddle much, but she must be responsible for the safety of the children here.

"Why are you interested in Tom?"

"We think he has some of the qualities we're looking for."

"You mean he won a scholarship? How? He never applied."

"Oh, our school put his name on record as soon as he was born."

"Who registered him? His parents?"

There is no doubt that Mrs. Cole is a very shrewd and somewhat troublesome woman.

Dumbledore obviously thought so too, and instead of continuing to answer her question, he drew his wand from the pocket of his velvet suit, and at the same time picked up a completely blank sheet of paper from Mrs Cole's desk.

"Here." He handed her the piece of paper, waving his wand. "I think it will all be clear if you look at this."

Mrs. Cole's eyes wandered for a moment, and then she focused again.

She looked at the blank paper seriously for a while, this hand is really beautiful, perfect spirit induction magic.

Ivan felt that Katie might have been enchanted by this magic yesterday. Something in the women's toilet of the Three Broomsticks was enchanted. It might be the kraft paper package itself. Kate was induced as soon as she touched it.

One thing is certain, this is definitely not the magic that the Ministry of Magic allows wizards to use.

Ivan looked up at Dumbledore, and Dumbledore seemed to know what Ivan was thinking, and smiled at him.

"It seems to be completely in line with the procedure." Mrs. Cole said calmly, returning the paper to Dumbledore.

Then her eyes fell on a bottle of gin and two glasses, which had certainly not been there a few seconds before.

"Well, may I buy you a gin?" she said in a particularly suave voice.

"Thank you very much." Dumbledore said with a smile.

It was evident that Mrs Cole was no stranger to gin.

She filled their glasses to the brim, and drank her own in one gulp.

She smacked her lips undisguisedly and smiled at Dumbledore for the first time, who immediately struck while the iron was hot.

"I wonder if you can tell me about Tom Riddle's life experience? He seems to have been born in this orphanage?"

Obviously, judging from Dumbledore's familiarity, he is not a novice...

Induced magic with relaxing gin and almost no trace of spellcasting.

God, don't say that Dumbledore just wants to know about Riddle, he can now easily ask Mrs. Cole everything he is interested in, anything, and this approach is still so gentle.

If other wizards are here, they may come directly!

Veritaserum or Cruciatus, these are the methods that dark wizards like.

"Yes, that kid grew up here," said Mrs. Cole, pouring herself some more gin. On New Year's Eve, it was snowing outside, it was freezing cold, a night of bad weather. The girl, not much older than I was at the time, was weak and emaciated, she had suffered, I don't know how she kept going, she staggered up the front steps. Well, we've been through it a lot. We got her in, and within an hour she had a baby, and within an hour she was dead. "

Chapter 1373 Scary Child

The process is simple and direct. A woman full of mysteries and stories, who actually has a lot of background, came to a Muggle orphanage alone at the last moment of her life, gave birth to a child in her stomach and then died. This is the beginning of a typical novel story. .

This child, later Voldemort, his growth trajectory is also a typical novel protagonist template.

Unfortunately, in this story, young Dumbledore is also the protagonist.

Therefore, Voldemort failed in the end, and like his predecessor Grindelwald, it was a matter of fate.

Regarding the plot of this novel, Aiwen can only use hypocritical words to evaluate it. Shouldn’t the reader’s favorite routine be brainless from beginning to end?

Who would love to read a love story between Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Voldemort?

Behind the table, Mrs. Cole took another swig of her gin and nodded meaningfully.

"Did she say anything before she died?" Dumbledore took the opportunity to ask, "For example, about the boy's father?"

"Yes, she did." Mrs. Cole poured herself some more gin.

Perhaps by magic, perhaps by the eager audience before her, it was evident that she was intrigued.

“I remember her saying to me: I wish he looked like his daddy,” Mrs. Cole said. “Honestly, she was right to wish that, because she wasn’t very good looking herself. Then she told me , the child was named Tom after his father, and her middle name was Marvolo after her own father. Yeah, I know, that's a weird name, isn't it? We wondered if she was from a circus, and she said that The boy's last name was Riddle, and she said nothing more, and died shortly thereafter."

"Tom Marvolo Riddle," Dumbledore repeated in a low voice.

"Yes, afterward, we named the baby as she said, and the poor girl seemed to take it seriously, and I could feel it, but there was never any Tom or Marvolo or Riddles People came to look for him, and he didn't see any relatives, so he stayed in the orphanage until today."

Mrs. Cole poured herself another full glass of gin almost absent-mindedly, and two blushes appeared on her cheekbones.

Then, after a moment's hesitation, she continued, "He's a queer kid."

"Yes," said Dumbledore, "I guessed that too."

"He was weird as a baby and hardly ever cried, which is unusual, isn't it? He was the first of all the babies I've seen. Then, as he got older, he was... weird. "