Xijing thoughtfully, took the teacup and didn't drink it, shook his head and said, "His friends are really excessive, he said and persuaded him, but he didn't listen to him." ”

Dumbledore laughed and didn't continue the question, just holding up his teacup to signal that she didn't have to be so reserved.

The sour taste of lemon tea is actually not obvious, and the bitterness of hot tea is obvious, so you need to add some sugar.

He can't just convict a child based on his own guesswork.

But that strange feeling, which has been haunting his heart, from the first day he took him to Hogwarts? Or the excitement he felt when he learned he was a wizard at the orphanage?

After a holiday investigation, there is still no trace of the so-called secret room, and the "murderer" Hagrid does not know where the secret room is or how to open it, except that he is sure that he has released a basilisk.

Fortunately, the basilisk showed no signs of going out again, so when the holidays were over, the students were able to resume classes as normal.

Two days before school starts, some students came back early, and they had enough of the nagging at home.

Tom came back the day before school started, and Hagrid helped him carry his suitcase.

"......" Xijing stood on the city tower, thinking that he was dazzled.

Looking for an opportunity, Xijing casually asked Hagrid, did the school give him the task of helping people move things?

Hagrid shook his head humbly, saying no, he was willing.

Hagrid has been guarding the hunting grounds on the edge of the Forbidden Forest since he was expelled from school, but since he is still young, most of the time he still learns something from the professor in the Magical Beasts Protection class, he loves the animals and is grateful that the professor can give him another chance. He also went back for the holidays and met Tom on the train back.

Because he had no school status, he could only sit on the railing outside the back of the car, and it was Tom who took the initiative to talk to him, saying that he believed that he was not a murderer and that he must have been framed.

Hagrid was so moved that he cried and thanked Tom for his trust, but he was sure he had killed someone.

"Shhh ”

Xijing almost laughed, the little villain is capable, he can do such a bad thing.

As the students returned, Hogwarts returned to its usual vigor and bustle, and the professors arrived, all sitting in the lobby to listen to Headmaster Dippet's speech on the first day of school.

Xijing sat in the teacher's seat, and after half a semester of getting along, the students were no longer strangers to her, and at the same time, their curiosity about the book spirit also decreased slightly.

Her gaze fell on Tom, who seemed to be a little different.

Perhaps sensing the gaze, Tom looked over, stunned slightly, and smiled politely as always.

His hands folded on the table, slowly rubbing the black gem ring on his index finger.

Tom's most obvious change was in his treatment of the "study group", where he suddenly had a sense of superiority compared to before, claiming that he had learned advanced magic, a magic of immortality, during the holidays.

His followers adored him to the extreme.

He asked some of his closer "friends", and he decided to change his name, Tom Marvolo Riddle's name was too ordinary and mundane, and he was going to fly away from death.

He rearranged his name.

Tom· Marvolo· Riddle

Lord· Voldemort

Master.

Voldemort.