It's not too hard for a trained wizard to do what Riddle says.

However, considering that he is only eleven years old now, has not yet gone to school, and does not even have a wand, he can already control his magic power to do what he wants, this talent is terrifying, indicating that Riddle has strong magic and magic control, far beyond the level that a normal wizard should have.

Evan didn't know who could do that, not even Dumbledore.

Riddle's ancestor, Salazar Slytherin, had a great talent for magic.

For thousands of years, the Gaunt family's efforts to intermarry and maintain the integrity of their bloodline have finally paid off.

This kind of magical talent against the sky should not have appeared in this era at all.

Of course, it shouldn't have been on Riddle's.

But everything has been forged, cause and effect have been formed, and even if Riddle hadn't gone to Hogwarts, he would have become the Dark Lord, and perhaps even more terrifying, the strongest Silent of all time.

The power of loss of control will bring only disaster.

Evan had a glimmer of realisation that Voldemort's rise was inevitable.

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

His legs were shaking, he stumbled forward, sat back on the bed, hung his head, and stared at his hands as if in prayer.

"I knew I was different. "I knew I was special, I knew there was something here." ”

"Yes, you're not wrong. Dumbledore said, curling his smile and frowning slightly, looking intently at Riddle, "You're a wizard. ”

Riddle looked up, and his face changed suddenly: a feverish delight.

Somehow, however, this did not make him look better, but rather made his delicate features suddenly roughen.

That look was like a beast, terrifying, and made people feel inexplicable fear and unease, maybe this was his true face.

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

"Yes. ”

"Proof it to me. Riddle said immediately, in a tone as domineering as the honest remark he had just said.

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 suddenly said in a polite tone that was similar to that of the two of them, "I'm sorry, sir. I mean, Professor, can you show me ......?"

If another wizard were here, Riddle's request would probably be flatly denied.

But Dumbledore was different, and with what Evan knew about him, Riddle, who was too happy at this moment, had successfully attracted the attention of the Headmaster, which would probably become the most frustrating thing for him for many years to come.

Dumbledore pulled his wand out of the inner pocket of his suit, pointed at the dilapidated wardrobe in the corner, and with a casual wave, the wardrobe burst into flames.

Riddle jumped to his feet, roaring in horror and rage.

It is conceivable that all his possessions are probably in that closet, which is probably all his belongings.

However, Riddle was about to ask Dumbledore for his guilt when the flames suddenly disappeared and the wardrobe was intact.

Riddle looked at the closet, then at Dumbledore.

Then, he pointed at the wand, his expression greedy.

"Where can I get one?"

"There will be. Dumbledore said, "There's something in your closet that wants to get out." ”

Sure enough, there was a faint clicking sound in the closet, as if something was about to come out.

For the first time, Riddle looked panicked and looked at Dumbledore uneasily.

"Open the door. Dumbledore said in a commanding tone.

Riddle hesitated, then walked over and slammed open the closet door.

There were a few worn-out clothes hanging from the clothes rail, and on the top shelf was a small cardboard box that was shaking and clattering, and it seemed to be holding a few crazy rats inside.

"Take it out. Dumbledore said.

Riddle moved the wobbly box down, looking overwhelmed.

"Is there something in that box that you shouldn't have?" Dumbledore asked.

Riddle gave Dumbledore a clear, cautious look deeply, his expression calm and unchanged.

"Yes, I think so, sir. He finally said in a dry voice.

"Open. Dumbledore said.

Riddle opened the lid and poured the contents onto his bed without looking.

Evan and Harry took two steps forward, only to see a bunch of ordinary things scattered on the bed.

Among them is a swimming reel, a silver thimble, and a dull harmonica.

As soon as they left the box, they stopped trembling and lay obediently on the thin blankets, motionless.

"You have to give these things back to their owners and apologize to them. Dumbledore said calmly, tucking his wand into his jacket pocket, "I'll know if you did, and I must warn you: Hogwarts doesn't tolerate stealing, it's not allowed." ”

There was not the slightest shame on Riddle's face, and he still stared at Dumbledore coldly, as if weighing him.

Finally, in a dry voice, he said, "Got it, sir." ”

"At Hogwarts!" Dumbledore continued, "we teach you not only how to use magic, but how to control it. The way you used your magic in the past, I believe, was unintentional, but it is something that our school will never teach and will not tolerate. You are not the first and will not be the last to let your magic get out of control, but you should know that Hogwarts can expel students, and the Ministry of Magic, yes, has a Ministry of Magic, will punish offenders in a harsher way. Every new wizard must accept that once they enter our world, they must obey our laws. ”

"Got it, sir. Riddle said again.

It was hard to know what was going on in his head, and it was hard to tell if he had taken Dumbledore's words to heart.

When he put the small pile of stolen goods back in the cardboard box, his face was still expressionless.

When he was done, he turned around and said unceremoniously to Dumbledore, "I don't have any money. ”

"That's easy to fix. As he spoke, Dumbledore pulled a leather money pouch out of his pocket, "Hogwarts has a fund for those who need to finance the purchase of textbooks and school robes. I'm afraid some of your spellbooks can only be bought second-hand, but ......"

"Where can I buy a magic book?" Riddle interrupted Dumbledore.

He took the money bag without thanking him, and was carefully examining a thick gold galleon.

"In Diagon Alley. Dumbledore said, "I've brought your list of books and school supplies, and I can help you get them all ......"

"You're going with me?" asked Riddle, looking up, alert.

"Of course, if you ......"

"I don't need you!" Riddle said, interrupting Dumbledore again, "I'm used to doing things on my own, and I'm always running around London by myself. ”