Katie was taken to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries the next day, by which time news had spread throughout the school that she had been attacked by the spell, but the details of the rumors were vague, and it seemed that no one except Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Lynn knew that Katie was not the intended target of the curse. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Oh, of course Malfoy knows," Harry said to Ron and Hermione, who continued to play deaf and dumb against Harry's theory that Malfoy was a Death Eater.

Harry had always suspected that Dumbledore would not be able to return in time for Monday's class, but since he had not received a notice of non-attendance, he arrived at the door of Dumbledore's office at eight o'clock sharp, knocked on the door, and was called in. Dumbledore was sitting there, looking tired; His hands were still blackened, but he smiled as he gestured for Harry to sit down.

The meditation basin was placed on the table again, reflecting a little silver light on the ceiling.

"You've been busy in my absence," Dumbledore said. "I think you witnessed Katie's accident."

"Yes, Professor. How is she? ”

"It's still not good, but she's been lucky relatively well. It seemed that she had only scratched a small piece of her skin against the necklace: there was a small hole in her glove. If she had put the necklace on, or had only held it with her ungloved hands, she would have died, perhaps on the spot. Luckily, Professor Snape has the ability to stop the curse from spreading rapidly—"

"Why him?" Harry asked quickly. "Why not Madam Pomfrey?"

"Presumptuous," a lazy voice came from a portrait on the wall, Phineas Nigelus Black, Sirius's great-great-grandfather, who had just been pretending to be asleep, looking up from the crook of his arm. "When I was running Hogwarts, I would never let a student ask a question in that tone."

"Yes, thank you, Phineas," Dumbledore said reassuringly. "Professor Snape knows more about the dark arts than Madam Pomfrey, Harry. Also, the St. Mungo's side is sending a report every hour, and I'm optimistic that Katie will be healed soon. ”

"Where have you been this weekend, Professor?" Harry asked as he suppressed his strong feeling of bad luck, and Phineas let out a soft boo, apparently he felt the same way as Harry.

"I don't want to say it now," Dumbledore said. "I'll let you know in due course, though."

"You're going to tell me?" Harry was taken aback.

"yes, I think so," Dumbledore pulled out a bottle of new silver memories from his robes and poked it with his wand, the stopper removed.

"Professor," Harry said tentatively, "I met Mondigus in Hogsmeade. "Ah, yes, I already know that Mundungus stole something from the Black family house," Dumbledore frowned slightly. Ever since he met you at Three Broomsticks, he's been hiding; I believe he was afraid to see me. Rest assured, though, he won't steal anything from Sirius' old house again. ”

"That dastardly old bastard stole the Black family's treasure?" Phineas Nigelus said angrily; He walked out of the frame in a rage, no doubt visiting the portrait he had painted at 12 Grimmauld Place.

"Professor," Harry paused briefly, then continued, "Did Professor McGonagall tell you what I told Katie after she was injured?" What about Draco Malfoy? ”

"She told me about your suspicions, yes," Dumbledore said.

"So what do you think—"

"I will take all appropriate measures to investigate everyone involved in Katie's accident," Dumbledore said. "But what I'm concerned about now, Harry, is our lesson."

Harry was a little resentful about this: if their lessons were so important, then why was there such a long time between them? Still, he didn't mention Draco Malfoy again, just watched as Dumbledore poured his new memories into the meditation basin and stirred it up with his long fingers once more.

"You'll remember where the last time we told the story of Voldemort's beginnings, the handsome Muggle Tom Riddle abandoned her wizarding wife, Merlot, and returned to little Hangdon's hometown. Melo was left alone in London, pregnant with the child who would become Voldemort. ”

"How do you know she's in London, Professor?"

"According to the evidence provided by Calatacus Burke," said Dumbledore, "he coincidentally helped us find the store that owned the necklace, the one we were talking about. He stirred the contents of the meditation basin as before, like a gold digger sifting out gold. Out of the silver swirls in the meditation basin emerged a slowly spinning old man, who looked like a ghost in a silvery white color, but more real than a ghost, his thick hair completely covering his eyes.

"yes, we got it in a strange situation. It was brought by a young witch who happened to be Christmas, oh, many years ago, of course. She said she desperately needed gold, well, that was obvious. Dressed in rags, coming from far away...... I'm going to have a baby. She said the box pendant was a Slytherin thing. Well, we've always heard people say, 'Oh, this is Merlin's thing, this is his favorite teapot,' but when we checked it, we found that it really had a Slytherin mark on it, and it only took a few simple spells to know the truth. Of course, it's almost priceless. She didn't seem to know how much it was worth. Happy to change ten Galleons. It was the best deal we've ever made. ”

Dumbledore shook the meditation basin particularly hard, and Calatacus Burke sank into the vortex of memory.

"He only gave her ten Galleons?" Harry said angrily.

"Calatacus Burke was not generous," Dumbledore said. So we know that in the last days of her pregnancy, Merlot was alone in London, and she was in such desperate need of gold that she sold what she had of value, the gold box, the heirloom that Marvolo treasured.

"But she can do magic!" Harry said impatiently. "She can find food and everything she wants with magic, can't she?"

"Ah," said Dumbledore, "maybe she could." But I believe—it's speculation again, but I'm sure I'm right—that after she was abandoned by her husband, she stopped using magic. I don't think she wants to be a witch anymore. Of course, it may also be that unrequited love and ensuing despair drained her strength; This can happen. Either way, she didn't want to raise her wand again until she was dying. ”

"Wouldn't she even want to live for her son?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "You can't be sympathetic to Voldemort, are you?"

"No," Harry said quickly, "but she has a choice, isn't she, not like my mother—"

"Your mother has a choice," Dumbledore said gently. "Yes, Merlo Riddle chose to die despite a son who needed her, but don't be too her, Harry. She's been suffering for so long, never with the courage of your mother. So now, please stand up ......" "Where are we going?" Harry asked, as Dumbledore walked over to the table and stood with Harry.

"This time," Dumbledore said, "we're going into my memory. I think you will find a wealth of detail and will be pleased with its accuracy. I'll follow you, Harry ......" Harry bent down toward the meditation basin; His face was dipped in cold memories and fell into darkness once more...... After a few seconds, his feet hit solid ground, and he opened his eyes to find him and Dumbledore standing on a bustling old London street.

"I'm there," Dumbledore said cheerfully, gesturing to a tall figure in front of him who was crossing the street in front of a horse-drawn milk cart.

The young Albus Dumbledore had long hair and a russet beard. After crossing the street to their side, he began to stride down the pavement, wearing a richly cut dark purple velvet suit that attracted many curious glances.

"The clothes are awesome, Professor," Harry said inadvocably, and Dumbledore just giggled, and the two of them followed young Dumbledore not far behind, and finally walked through a set of iron gates into an empty courtyard in front of a gloomy boxy building surrounded on all sides by high railings. He walked up a few steps and knocked on the door. After a while, a girl in an apron and dressed in tatters opened the door.

"Good afternoon. I have a date with Mrs. Cole, and I think she's the houselady. ”

"Oh," the girl stared at Dumbledore's strange appearance, looking confused. "Hmm...... Wait a minute...... Mrs. Cole! She turned around and yelled.

Harry heard a loud response from far away.

The girl turned to Dumbledore again.

"Come in, she'll come here." Dumbledore walked into the hallway paved with black and white tiles; It looks shabby, but it's spotless. Harry and Dumbledore Sr. followed. Before the door behind them could close, a thin, tired woman hurried towards them. Her face was angular and looked more anxious than cold, as she walked over to Dumbledore and spoke to another assistant in an apron beside her.

“…… Then she brought the bottle of iodine to Martha upstairs, Billy Stubbs was picking at his scabs, and Eric Wiley's sheets were covered in sweat - but chickenpox was a priority," she said to herself, and she froze at the sight of Dumbledore, her expression of surprise as if she had seen a giraffe come in.

"Good afternoon," Dumbledore held out his hand.

Mrs. Cole was still in a daze.

"My name is Albus Dumbledore. I wrote you an appointment letter, and you kindly invited me to come here today. ”

Mrs. Cole blinked. Apparently making sure Dumbledore wasn't hallucinating, she said, "Oh, yes. Uh-well, then-come to my office. Yes. She let Dumbledore into a small room that was half a living room and half an office. It's as dilapidated as the corridors, and the furniture is old and mismatched. She invited Dumbledore to sit in a rickety chair while she sat behind the messy desk, staring nervously at him.

"I'm here, as I said in my letter, to discuss with you what Tom Riddle has to do for the future," Dumbledore said.

"Are you a family member?" Mrs. Cole asked.

"No, I'm a teacher," Dumbledore said. "I'll come and pick up Tom to our school."

"So, what kind of school is this?" "It's called Hogwarts," Dumbledore said.

"How can you be interested in Tom?"

"We believe he has the qualities we are looking for."

"You're saying he won a scholarship? How could he? He never signed up for any exams. ”

"Well, he was on the school's list when he was born—"

"Who registered him for him? His parents? "There is no doubt that this is a shrewd woman who is not easy to deal with. Apparently Dumbledore thought so too, and Harry saw him quietly pull his wand from his velvet suit, while picking up a completely blank piece of paper on the table.

"Look at this," Dumbledore waved his wand as he handed her the piece of paper, "I think this makes it all clear." Mrs. Cole's eyes suddenly became confused, and then she regained her look, and she stared intently at the blank sheet of paper for a moment.

"It looks exactly as planned," she said calmly, handing the piece of paper back again. Then her gaze fell on a bottle of gin and two glasses, which had certainly been nothing just a few seconds ago.

It was clear that Mrs. Cole was a veteran of gin. She poured them both of them wine, and drank her cup in one gulp. She smiled at Dumbledore for the first time, smacking her lips unabashedly, and Dumbledore seized the moment.

Although Tom Riddle was wary of anyone as a teenager, and like a venomous snake, he always showed his venom-laden fangs. But Dumbledore relied on the experience he had accumulated over the years in dealing with these little guys, coupled with his strong aura, little Riddle quickly chose to believe it.

That's all there is to this whole memory, this is what Dumbledore first met Tom Riddle, and Voldemort experienced as a teenager. It can be clearly seen that Voldemort at that time already had quite good magical powers, and his personality was very eccentric from a very young age.

It's really embarrassing for Dumbledore, for the sake of the wizarding world, he actually admitted such a terrible guy to the school of witchcraft and wizardry, if Dumbledore at that time could know Tom's future achievements, I don't know if he would be interested in Voldemort in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,