Harry seemed to want to say something, but Dumbledore made a silent gesture to say anything more.

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

The orphans were all dressed in grey tunics, and they all looked reasonably well cared for, but there was no doubt that growing up in this place had a very gloomy and oppressive atmosphere, and the orphanage was a rather old building, with an eerie pattern and decoration.

The light wasn't sufficient, and even though it was close to noon, it was still cold and dim.

The orphans poked out of every room and looked at their orphans, their eyes glazed over......

"Here we are. Mrs. Cole said.

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

She knocked twice on the door and walked in.

"Tom, someone has come to see you. This is Mr. Dumbledon, sorry, Mr. Dundebo. He's here to tell you...... Alas, let him tell you for himself. ”

Aven, Harry, and the two Dumbledores walked into the room together, and Mrs. 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 with two long legs stretched out in front of him and holds a book in his hand reading.

Tom Riddle enjoyed the treatment of a single room, but it looked more like a prison room.

Evan looked closely at Tom Riddle, and there was not a trace of the Gaunt family on his face, and Merope's last words became a reality: he was a miniature version of his handsome father. For an eleven-year-old, he was tall, with black hair and a pale face.

This is a very handsome and likable child, and from the outside, this is the first impression he makes.

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

No one spoke for a moment, and the atmosphere in the room was silent and strange.

"What a terrible memory. A deep voice rang in Aven's ears.

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

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

But he certainly existed, he could only live in that ring, and Dumbledore always carried it.

At that moment, Evan felt that this guy seemed to have become a little different!

What was different, he couldn't tell, he almost flashed in front of Aven's eyes.

Evan looked at Dumbledore again, but received no response, just like the use of the Confusion Charm and Soul Capture just now, the Headmaster didn't think there was anything wrong with it, he didn't seem to notice that the fifteen-year-old Riddle's soul had come out, and Aven's gaze finally fell on his hand with the ring, and the spell on it was particularly glaring.

Harry looked back at Evan suspiciously, then turned his head to focus on Dumbledore and Riddle's conversation.

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

The boy hesitated, then reached out to shake it.

Dumbledore pulled a hard wooden chair up to Riddle's side, so that the two of them looked like an inpatient and a visitor.

"I'm Professor Dumbledore. ”

"Professor?" said Riddle, with a very alarmed expression, pointing to the door where Mrs. Cole had just left, "is it like a doctor? What are you doing here? Did she ask you to come and examine me?"

"No, it's not. Dumbledore said with a smile.

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

The last three words he said were fierce and loud, and the momentum was terrifying.

It was an order, and it seems that he had given it many times before.

His eyes suddenly widened, and with a terrifying momentum, he stared at Dumbledore fiercely, but Dumbledore did not answer, but continued to smile kindly, and after a few seconds, Riddle's gaze relaxed, but he seemed to be more alert.

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

"I've told 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. ”

Hearing this, Riddle's reaction was greatly surprised.

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? Professor, well, tell you, I'm not going, you know? That damn old witch should go to an insane asylum. I didn't even think about little Amy Benson and Dennis Bishop, they have nothing to do with me even if they're crazy, 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!"

"Well, I'd like to see who dares!" said Riddle dismissively.

"Hogwarts. Dumbledore continued, as if he hadn't heard 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, it's a school for witchcraft and wizardry. ”

Silence, silence, silence.

Riddle seemed frozen, expressionless on his face.

His gaze quickly scanned Dumbledore's eyes, as if trying to tell from one of them that he was lying.

Is this the reaction of a normal 11-year-old boy? Absolutely not!

But is young Riddle a normal boy? Absolutely not!

If history could be changed, Evan wanted young Dumbledore to turn around and leave now.

No matter how you look at it, this guy in front of you is extremely abnormal, even from a wizard's point of view.

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

"Not bad. Dumbledore said.

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

"What are your skills?" asked Dumbledore.

"Various, varied. Riddle lowered his voice, a flush of excitement spreading rapidly from his neck to his sunken cheeks, and he looked excited, "More than you can imagine, I can make things move without touching them, and I don't need to train animals to do my bidding." I can make anyone angry with me, and I can easily hurt them if I want to. ”

Well, it's really strong, very Voldemort, the most prestigious and powerful dark wizard of all time.