"Harry Potter!" Van Lin hesitated, "He's a parseltongue!"

"Parseltongue, this is indeed a very remarkable talent, and it is very rare, just like Salazar Slytherin, no wonder it is suspected that he is the heir. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"Indeed," Van Lin nodded, but this was something Tom couldn't see, "You must know something, about the contents ......of the Chamber of Secrets!"

"I'm sorry, I can't tell ......you," Tom's handwriting quickly appeared on the pages of the journal.

"Please, Tang ......" Fan Lin's words were not finished, and a line of fresh ink appeared on the top of the diary.

"But I can take you straight to see it!"

"Take me to see it?" Van Lin muttered, Tom's words leaving him a little confused.

The pages of the diary began to blow, like a gale, and stopped in the middle of June.

Van Lin was stunned to see that the small area on June 13 seemed to have turned into a tiny colored vortex, like a gateway to another dimension.

Van Lin immediately realized what this was, the entrance to Tom's memory, this ordinary black diary even took away the effect of the meditation basin.

However, how did he get in, the diary was so small that he didn't think he could sink his head into it.

Van Lin carefully picked up the book in his hand and turned his eyes towards the mysterious color, and before he could understand it, he was sucked in.

The whirlpool widened, and Van Lin could feel his body leaving the couch, and through the opening of the page, he was being sucked into the swirl of color and shadow.

Suddenly, Fan Lin felt that his feet touched the solid ground, and Fan Lin hurriedly stood up, this was not the first time he had such an experience, he was still more adaptable.

Van Lin shook his head, he wanted to come to his senses, and at the same time, the blurred scene around him suddenly became extremely clear.

Van Lin glanced at the scene around him and immediately understood where he was.

This circular room with a portrait of sleep is Dumbledore's office—but it's not Dumbledore sitting behind his desk. A shriveled, emaciated wizard with almost bald hair but a handful of white hair was reading by candlelight.

Van Lin had seen the man in Dumbledore's office, a portrait of Armando Duppert, the former Headmaster of Hogwarts.

Fan Lin had had experienced before, and he knew very well that it was just a memory, and now he just had to watch quietly.

Finally, Dippet finished reading the letter in his hand. I saw the wizard sigh, get up and open the curtain with his hand.

It was the time when the sun was setting, and the sky outside was a little dark, and in the direction of the sunset, the afterglow of the sun dyed half of the sky a fiery red.

There was a knock on the office door.

"Come in. Dippert said in a weak voice.

A boy of about 16 years old walked in and took off his peaked hat with a Miyoshi badge shining on his chest. He was much taller than Harry, but he also had shiny black hair.

"Ah, Tom," said the headmaster.

"This is Tom!" Van Lin thought to himself, indeed looking like a learned man.

"You want to see me, Professor Armando?" said Tom. He looked nervous.

"Sit down," said Dippert, "I have just finished reading the letter you gave me. ”

"Oh. Tom said, and he sat down, wringing his hands tightly.

"My dear child," said Dippert kindly, "I can't let you stay at school for a summer. Of course you want to go home for the holidays, don't you?"

"No," said Red at once, "I'd rather stay at Hogwarts than go back to that...... That ......"

"You're staying in a Muggle orphanage during the holidays, aren't you?" said Deppert curiously.

"Yes, sir. Tom blushed a little.

"You're not of wizard blood?"

"Half, sir. Tom said, "My father is an ordinary man, and my mother is a witch." ”

"Then both of your parents ......"

"My mother died when she gave birth to me, sir. They said she had just come to name me in a hurry: Tom was my father, and Marvolo was my grandfather. ”

Dippet smacked his tongue sympathetically.

"Tom, the situation is now," he sighed, "and if it were a normal holiday, we might have some special arrangements for you, but in the current circumstances......"

"Do you mean those attacks, sir?" asked Tom.

This made Fan Lin's heart beat suddenly, Fan Lin knew that the point was coming, and Fan Lin took a step forward, for fear of missing something.

"Exactly," the principal said. "My dear child, you must see what a foolish idea it is to keep you in school at the end of the term, especially with the recent tragedy...... The death of that poor girl...... At least in your orphanage, you'll be safer, in fact, the Magic Council is even discussing closing schools. ”

Dippet twitched, "We can't take it...... Well...... The source of calamity......"

Tom's eyes widened, and he asked expectantly, "Sir...... If that one is caught...... I mean...... If all this is over......"

"What do you mean?" Dippert's voice was a little sharp, and he straightened up from his chair. "Tom, what do you mean...... What do you know about these attacks?"

"No, sir. Tom replied quickly.

But Van Lin understood that it was the same "no" he had given to Harry at the entrance to the chamber.

Dippett sat back a little dejected, slightly disappointed.

"You can go, Tom ......"

Tom slipped out of his chair and walked out of the room stiffly, and Van Lin followed Tom closely. Tom must have known what was going on, and he promised Van Lin to take him to see it for himself.

Van Lin followed Tom down the spiral staircase and through the decorative leaks in the dark hallway. Tom stopped, and Van Lin stopped to look at him. Van Lin was sure that Tom was thinking about something very serious.

Tom bit his lip and wrinkled his forehead.

Then, it seems, he suddenly made a decision. He hurried away. Van Lin also floated silently behind him, and they didn't see anyone else until they reached the entrance hall, a tall wizard with gray hair and beard who stopped Tom from the marble staircase.

It was Dumbledore fifty years ago, and he was much younger than Professor Dumbledore now, but his somewhat crooked nose was already like this at this time.

Van Lin's eyes looked at Dumbledore, at this time Dumbledore had not yet started a war with Greenwald, but depending on the situation, Dumbledore's complexion was not bad.