Dumbledore: Waiting for a guest in his office.

When Tom knocked on the door, he was busy breaking open two jelly lemon ice creams.

"Please come in." He hurriedly shouted, "Please come in, the door is not locked." ”

Tom pushed the door open, and his old professor looked at him with a lemon ice cream in his hand: "Do you want one?" Tom. ”

"No, thank you." He is no stranger to this ice cream, when she was pregnant before, she had to eat five or six sticks a day. He sat down on the couch across from Dumbledore, "Thank you for agreeing to see me, Professor." ”

"It's okay, Tom, my door is always open for my students." Dumbledore said with a smile as he tore open the wrapper on the outside of the ice cream.

"So, did you come to me for something?" He asked Tom.

"I want to apply for a full-time faculty position." Tom handed his application letter to Dumbledore's desk.

"Oh." Dumbledore opened the letter with his fingers dipped in ice cream syrup, glanced at it hurriedly, and said, "I see, so which faculty position do you want to apply for?" ”

Tom unconsciously put his hands together, "I personally like the Defence Against the Dark Arts class. But he didn't insist.

Dumbledore noticed that he was starting to get nervous, and he thought seriously for a moment and said, "There is probably only one history of magic position available in the school at the moment, if you will." He added, "I think you're going to make this class fascinating." ”

History is a little girl who dresses up at will. It's a good position that can take up enough time for Tom and allow him to express his mind. As for Defence Against the Dark Arts, he doesn't plan to let him coach it for the time being.

Tom only thought about it for a minute before agreeing. After a brief discussion on the terms of the benefits, the two signed an employment contract, and when Tom came out of the Headmaster's office, he would be the Hogwarts History of Wizardry Professor.

Stepping out of Hogwarts Castle for the first time, Tom felt that he had not been abandoned by it, and he loved it so much. As for his desire to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts, that's not really a problem.

He bought some things from Corner Alley before going home, he had moved back since Ariana was born, and Paise didn't react, like she didn't know about it, and Red was spending a lot of time outside every day, and as far as he knew, the Ministry of Magic hadn't really hired him yet, but there were already several departments that wanted him to resign from his position as a Hogwarts professor to the Ministry.

- It seems that his ideals may be fulfilled by his son.

There was one thing that Tom thought he and Red thought the same way. To achieve their goal, they must first seize high power to change the wizarding world.

At that time, he had set his sights on the great nobles, because he looked down on him as just a bunch of waste Ministry of Magic. Under Rose's education, Red plans to start with the Ministry of Magic. If it had been back then, he would have scoffed. He believes that pure-bloods are important in the wizarding world, and that the Ministry of Magic is nothing more than a vassal of them. But now he doesn't think so. Regardless of whether the wizards of the Ministry of Magic can even use their wands upside down fools, they are indeed the masters of the entire wizarding world.

It was because the Lord was stupid enough that the wizards were relieved to let them sit there. Even he didn't put the target on the Ministry of Magic because he thought they were vulnerable, and in fact he still thinks so.

But what's so bad about choosing a simple opponent?

Red did exactly the right thing, and he could already foresee his future victories.

Although it may be very embarrassing for him to be a father by that day. But he thinks it's probably the same as it is now.

He walked through busy London street corners with brown paper bags, Muggles hurrying, and occasionally spotting a crowd of wizards or two. He walks in the middle of the crowd and no one will notice him, except the beggar.

He threw a few pennies into his cup. The beggar seemed to be missing an arm, and he said to him, "Thank you, I'm a hero." He deliberately showed him the side that was missing his arm.

"Britain is proud of you." Tom said perfunctorily. When he had gone away, an old woman stopped in front of the beggar, and after a while she searched for it in her purse, she took out a penny and put it in his teacup, and said, "The Queen bless you." ”

The beggar still shouted, "Thank you, I'm a hero!" ”

Tom plus footsteps. The beggar behind him had been a warrior who had fought to defend his country with a spear in his hand, and he guessed that his heart must have been filled with pride at the time. Even if he was injured and saw his comrades sacrifice one by one, he believed that he would not regret it. At least compared to those who lost their lives, he survived.

But now? He could only live by begging on the streets, and even if he had credit for the peace of Britain, it would not make him live well. He could only show his injuries to others again and again.

Tom didn't believe he was trying to pity him.

If it were him, he would probably rather die if he fell to such a point. But he is not going to die, he wants to be strong forever.

He suddenly became irritable, and an irrepressible anger welled up from the bottom of his heart. He didn't throw in the towel, and he didn't give up on his dreams. He didn't want to go on like this, but what could he do?

It doesn't hurt anyone to know that they've wasted half of their life. He couldn't go back again, now that he knew it was wrong. But he didn't know what he was going to do next.

When the family arrived, the Christmas tree was moved to the courtyard after Christmas, and Pauche thought that the Christmas tree could only be used for a few days was too wasteful, so the elf Habitt used it to plant the tree in the yard, and now only a Christmas tree was placed in front of their house on the whole street.

"Hello, Mr. Riddle!" The neighbor's child greeted him warmly, "Can I go to your house to play?" ”

"Of course." Tom opened the door with one hand, motioned for the child to enter, and greeted the neighbor under the porch.

"You're back?" Rose, sitting in front of the fireplace in the living room, saw him come in with the neighbor's children. Everyone on the street liked their father and son, and everyone thought Tom was a good man, because he would never refuse a request.

"Is Ariana okay?" Tom took off his coat and put the brown paper bag on the table, and in the fence in front of the fireplace, Ariana was sleeping inside. Baosi likes to raise her children in the enclosure, and the floor is covered with a thick blanket, and she is not afraid to turn over inside.

Ariana was a particularly dishonest child, even though she was a girl. Now her hair had grown out and was maroon, her eyes were brown, and her face had very noticeable freckles. To be honest, as a girl, she is really not as good-looking as her brother.

Baosi felt very sorry for her daughter, she gave birth to her son so beautiful, why did her daughter do this? This made her feel more sorry for her, and she hugged her every day and called her 'my little princess'.

Tom took out his Diagon Alley purchases, all for Ariana. He didn't tell anyone, because he could see at a glance who Arianna really looked like, a bloodline that he had long wanted to forget, which gave him glory and gave him disgrace.

The neighbor's mother came to pick up her child, and the child ate a lot of elves to make candy, which he liked very much, and the children on the street loved that the Riddles would never finish the candy. Their mom would never have that much candy in the house, so they thought the Riddles were their favorite neighbors.

When the neighbors were gone they could have dinner, and Pauss said, "Eat first, I'll watch the children." "They didn't leave the child in the care of the elves, and at any time, it must have been one of the two of them who was guarding the child.

Tom didn't shirk, and it only took him ten minutes to settle the dinner and change it to Rose. When he was with Ariana, he handed her his wand and held her little hand for her to hold.

"Tom Riddle!" Pauss quickly ran over and snatched her wand away, "If you do this again, I'll throw your wand in the fireplace!" I'm not kidding! ”

If she wasn't a Muggle, he'd think she'd just apparitioned.

"Don't worry, I won't let her have an accident." He motioned for Rose to bring her wand, but she put it in her pocket.

"Don't be too anxious, Tom, when she's eleven you'll be able to teach her to play with her wand." Then she went back to the dining room, and as a rule of thumb, she wouldn't return her wand to him until about tomorrow.

Ariana discovers a game and spits bubbles. Tom watched her spit up the bubbles bigger and bigger, and then drooled all over his chin, he picked up the bib and wiped it for her, and then she held his hand and applied saliva to his hands.

Paise thinks Ariana is dishonest because she was less than a week old, when they had already gone home, and when everyone thought she had slept well, Paise went back to her room to get something only to see her floating in the air.

Pauss cried out to God and pounced!

"God bears witness! She should sleep in the bed! I'll put her right in the middle! She's not even a month old, and she's ......."

Roses was so mad that she slept on the floor, covered her with a thick blanket, and surrounded her with a fence.

Tom was not surprised, as soon as he saw her from the first glance, he knew that she must have inherited quite a bit of Slytherin blood.

When the snow melted near their house, a small snake in the yard was called from the fence in front of the fireplace in her living room.

Looking at Baosi, who was trembling with anger, he calmly explained: "She told these snakes that it is warm here. ”

If magic is a gift, then Ariana's talent is the envy of all wizards. She could now use her wand, and while she probably didn't know what it was, she instinctively used it to get what she wanted.

The first time he put his wand in her hand, the next second, the bathroom was covered in bubbles and suddenly appeared in the living room, when Red spilled a cup of coffee on the newspaper while sitting on the couch, he quickly conjured a bath towel to wrap around her.

Angry with Prith, she grabbed the bath towel in one hand, snatched the wand from Ariana's hand with the other, pointed it at his nose and said, "Tom Riddle! If this happens a second time, I'll let you know what regret is! "Her hair was still dripping, but her eyes were never so bright.

When she returned to the bathroom, Red laughed as she sat on the couch. He knew exactly why he was laughing, because Pauc had put it all on his head.

He had already discovered that whether it was Red in the past or Ariana now, as long as the child did something bad, then it was his fault.

In fact, he thought so too, and if it weren't for her, Red wouldn't have become so disobedient. He hoped that Ariana would not be affected too much by her, although it seemed too late.

Ariana stinks and doesn't have a wand, so he has to change her diaper himself. He wouldn't let the elf touch her. Fortunately, this kind of work used to be done in his orphanage, and he remembered it now.

There was a knock at the door, and it was supposed to be Red's return. The young, energetic boy walked in, his steps as light as a foal just grown, eager to let the world know he was coming.

"Daddy." He took off his coat, called him casually, and came over and kissed Ariana, who was lying there.

"Cute little princess, how are you doing today?" The little princess slapped him vigorously on the cheek and gave him a spitting bubble kiss.

It can be seen that Red doesn't care, a sister born when he was twenty years old, probably about the same as his daughter.

Sometimes he was very jealous of Red. And not just because he's young. But he didn't want to admit losing to his son, but to make him think that he was losing to Rose, an ordinary Muggle woman made him unacceptable.

After dinner, it was the usual family chat time. Now they'll be surrounding Ariana and discussing how many times she's eaten and how many bubbles she's vomited today.

"Is this her game?" Red looked at Ariana very seriously and spat bubbles, it would look stupid if an adult did this, but Ariana did it, it only made him feel cute.

"She's so funny!" Red smiled.

At night, while going to bed, Tom came out of the bathroom and asked Rose, "Did Red spit bubbles before?" ”

"Spit on." "One time he vomited so much that the bubbles burst and the drooling frothed in his hair," she affirmed. ”

Tom thinks he'll be able to laugh at him tomorrow, at least no one remembers if he spat in the first place.

"You're alike." Rose yawned and lay down, "I remember a time when you were very fond of sneering and spitting on the ground, as if you thought it was handsome. She turned off the lights.

Tom's face darkened.

"You're mistaken." He said.

"No, there isn't." "I remember that after the old gentleman got out of the car and did this, you started, and it was about half a year before you stopped doing it. In fact, she thought that the old gentleman might just have an uncomfortable throat, and not want to put on a show.

Ten minutes later, Ross turned on the light: "Why don't you sleep?" "Oh, he's got a dark face.

Tom lay down in silence and closed his eyes: "Good night." ”

Ross turned off the lights again: "Good night." ”

- What a weirdo.