Harry leaned down towards the meditation basin, his face sinking into the cold memory of the basin, and he fell in the darkness again...... Seconds later, his feet hit solid ground, and he opened his eyes to reveal that he and Dumbledore were standing on a busy, old-fashioned street in London.

"That's Richard Silver. Dumbledore pointed to a figure in front of him, who was crossing the road in front of a horse-drawn milk cart.

"We need to keep up with him, come on Harry. Dumbledore urged.

Harry was surprised to see that Richard Silver, who had been silver, had a head of gold, and the extra shallow scar on the left side of his face gave him a sense of not being angry. Wrinkles crept up the corners of his eyes and forehead, and he was no longer young.

"You must wonder why Richard Silver's head turned golden. Dumbledore said, "It's simple, Richard Silver was a natural Animagus, and he had the ability to change his head at will, just like Tonks. But when he turns his head golden, it means that he is very, very angry at this time, and he is as fierce as a lion at this time. ”

"Where did the scars on his face come from? He shouldn't have had any scars on his face last time. Harry asked.

Dumbledore didn't answer Harry's question.

They came to the back of a courtyard with a boxy, grim and old-fashioned building, surrounded by high railings. There was already a man standing here at this time.

"That's me. Dumbledore said cheerfully, pointing at the man.

The young Albus Dumbledore had a long head and a long beard. He wears a sophisticated fuchsia velvet suit.

"What a beautiful dress, sir. Harry blurted out without thinking

Dumbledore chuckled softly.

"Albus, you're here early. Richard Silver spoke disrespectfully.

Young Dumbledore was unimpressed by Richard's bad attitude, "If it weren't for Richard's insistence on meeting that kid with me, I would have gone back to Hogwarts by now." ”

"It's a shame that I wasted your precious time. Richard said sarcastically, "Do you want me to compensate you for some overtime?"

"No thanks. Dumbledore said. He walked up the steps that led to the front door. There was a knock on the door. After a few moments, a scruffy girl in an apron opened the door.

"Good afternoon, I made an appointment with a lady of Cole, I suppose she's the head of the house, right?"

"Oh," the girl said with a confused look on her face, as she looked sharply at Dumbledore's strange outfit, and then she looked at Richard again, and she became a little timid.

"Hmm...... Wait a minute...... Mrs. Cole!" she cried out, turning her head.

Harry heard a voice shouting in the distance in response. The girl turned to Dumbledore again.

"Come in, she'll be right here. ”

Richard and Dumbledore walked into a foyer covered with black and white tiles. The whole room looks very shabby. But very neat and spotlessly clean.

Harry and Dumbledore Sr. followed. Before the door closed behind them, a scrawny, tired-looking woman walked briskly towards them. Her face was well-defined, and she looked more anxious than vicious. She walked towards Dumbledore and Richard as she turned to another helper in an apron.

“…… Bringing iodine upstairs to Martha, Billy Stubbs scratched his scabs, and Eric Wallace's blood stained the sheets - unlucky enough to get chickenpox!" she seemed to speak to the air. At this time, her eyes fell on Dumbledore and Richard. She jerked to her feet, stunned, as if she had seen a giraffe cross her threshold.

"Good afternoon. Dumbledore said, holding out his hand. Richard didn't even look at Mrs. Cole.

Mrs. Cole looked at them dumbfounded.

"My name is Albus Dumbledore, and this is my friend Richard Silver. I wrote you a letter. I beg you to make an appointment with us, and you have very graciously invited us to come over today. ”

Mrs. Cole blinked. She seemed to decide that Dumbledore and Richard were not her hallucinations, so she pulled herself together and said, "Oh, yes. Okay-well-you'd better come to my room. Yes. ”

She led Dumbledore and Richard into what appeared to be a living room and half office. It's as shabby as the foyer, and the furniture is old and unmatched.

"I told you in my letter. I

I'm here to talk to you about Tom Riddle and to give him a future. Dumbledore said.

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

"No, I'm a teacher," said Dumbledore, "and this gentleman next to me is a relative of Tom Riddle." I'm here to ask Tom to come to our school. ”

"So, what kind of school is this?"

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

Mrs. Cole looked skeptical, "I've never heard of a Hogwarts school in London, and that sounds weird. ”

"Mrs. Cole, I can assure you that Hogwarts is anything but a weird school. He is a private school in the Scottish Highlands, and the statement is not obvious only because he only accepts children with special qualities. Dumbledore said.

"Why are you interested in Tom?" said Mrs. Cole, looking a little nervous, "I can't just give the child to you. ”

"How much does it cost?" said Richard, impatiently.

"Excuse me, what are you talking about?"

"I'm saying, how much do you need?" said Richard, "how much will you have to hand over my aunt's grandson?"

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"What kind of man was your great-grandfather, and why do you always look so dismissive when you talk about him?"

"How can I say it? He must be a grumpy old scoundrel who likes to pretend in front of people who don't know his details, and has a penchant for collecting antiques. (To be continued......)

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