"Silver, are you going out so late?" said Antonin, whose face was covered in notes.

"I'm going to go to the kitchen to get something to eat, I'm a little hungry. Silver played the last card out of his hand, "Alright, you're losing again." ”

"Damn, you're so lucky tonight. Michael sullenly slipped a note on his chin, "If you're going to the kitchen, bring me some chicken wings, I'm a little hungry." ”

"I want two glasses of pumpkin juice. ”

"I'd like to order mints. ”

Terry and Antonin also hurried to make their own demands.

"You slackers. Silver scolded with a laugh. "Wait, it might take a while, I don't want to get caught by Filch. ”

It was nine o'clock in the evening, and it was already quiet inside Hogwarts Castle. Silver charmed himself and made his way to the hallway outside the break room.

Filch, the Hogwarts watchden, and his cat happened to walk past Silver, and Filch cursed himself at the nasty little imp who had just missed and was roaming the castle at night.

Silver took a breath, and although he had the privilege of roaming the castle at night as a Ravenclaw prefect, he didn't want to talk to Fairch too much, which might attract Peeves who feared that the world would not be in trouble. It's not easy to stop an idle geist from tracking him, and Silver doesn't want to try.

Silver turned the stairs and didn't go in the direction of the kitchen—his destination wasn't the kitchen.

Silver made his way to the eighth-floor hallway, in front of the giant tapestry of Silly Barnabas trying to teach trolls ballet. Although Silver hadn't lifted the illusion spell yet, the moth-eaten troll seemed to sense something and stopped beating Silly Barnabas.

"I miss it, it's been a long time since I've been here. Silver muttered to himself.

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Harry walked into the room with the two Dumbledores and Richard Silver, and Lady Cole closed the door behind them. It was an empty, unadorned hut with only an old wardrobe and an iron bed. A boy sits on a gray blanket. Two long legs stretched out in front of him, holding a book in his hand and reading.

Tom Riddle doesn't have a trace of the Gaunt family on his face. He's handsome—for his age. He had a black head and a pale face. The boy narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the two unlucky guests in front of him. For a moment no one spoke.

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

The boy hesitated, then reached out to shake it.

"I'm Professor Dumbledore, and this one next to me is Mr. Silver, and he's related to you. ”

"Professor?" Riddle repeated, his look alarmed. "I'm sorry, I've never heard of any relatives in me, I'm an orphan. ”

"Mr. Silver is indeed your relative. Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Alright. Boy, there's no need for us to lie to you. "We did have some kinship before, and unfortunately I didn't know about you, otherwise I wouldn't have let you stay in this orphanage for so long." ”

"You don't look too small. "I must have suffered a lot." ”

"I don't believe you. Riddle said.

"I don't need your trust at this moment, I don't need to put on such an aggressive posture, someone has sued you, do you look ugly? Richard said. "Dumbledore. You can start first, and we can talk about the problems between me and him slowly. ”

"Who are you?" Riddle looked at Dumbledore.

"I've already sued you. I'm Professor Dumbledore, and I work in a school called Hogwarts. I have come to invite you to my school, your new school, if you will. ”

Listened to this. Riddle's reaction was a big surprise. He sprang up from his bed and stepped away from Dumbledore, looking extremely annoyed.

"You can't fool me! You're from an insane asylum, aren't you? That's right—sue you, I'm not going, you know? That damn old witch should go to an insane asylum. I didn't even put little Amy Benson and Dennis at all. How about Bishop. You can ask them yourself, and they'll tell you!"

"I'm not from an insane asylum," Dumbledore said patiently, "I'm a teacher, and if you can sit down calmly, I'll tell you about Hogwarts." Of course, if you don't want to go to that school, no one will force you-"

"I'd like to see who dares!" said Riddle contemptuously.

"Hogwarts," Dumbledore continued, seemingly not hearing Riddle's last words, "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 witchcraft and wizardry. ”

Riddle froze, expressionless, but his gaze quickly scanned Dumbledore's eyes, as if trying to tell from one of them that he was lying.

"Magic?" he repeated softly.

"Not bad. Dumbledore said.

"Alright, Dumbledore, you should show your hand to this pugnacious little viper, or he won't be weird enough to listen to you. Richard pulled his wand out of his bosom and pointed it at a small, shabby wardrobe in the corner, which burst into flames.

Riddle jumped to his feet.

"What are you doing!"

Richard pointed his wand at Riddle, who was still angry just now, and Riddle suddenly calmed down. Harry also had to admire Voldemort at this young age, at least he couldn't be so good at this age.

"Wise choice, Riddle. Richard lifted his hand, and the wardrobe that was still burning just now changed back to its original state, "I think a little bit more highly of you." ”

"You shouldn't scare a kid like that. Dumbledore said.

"He's no ordinary child, Dumbledore, you should be able to feel the chaotic magic that exudes from him, this kid is a natural controller, extremely dangerous. (To be continued!)

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