With permission, Joel pushed open the door, and Dean Feynman was faxing Joel's list to the Social Security Advisory Committee.

"Joel, help me move the files in the cabinet, the government will send a commissioner to check and report in two days."

The two of them worked together to sort out the files and ledgers and confirm that they were correct before sitting down to rest.

Dean Feynman brewed a pot of black tea, and the heat filled the small office, coupled with the fragrant smell of black tea, which made people sleepy.

Joel felt it was an opportunity to talk.

He took the initiative to pour Dean Feynman a cup of hot tea, "When are you going to leave?" ”

“…… Of course, when the children of the Wu orphanage are completely settled," Dean Feynman sighed and took a sip of hot tea, "I can't rest assured of these children. ”

"I saw his stuff this morning when I was sorting through the files," Joel pulled Tom Riddle out of the pile, an uncertain smile on his lips, "Dean Feynman, do you know where his father is?" ”

"It's ......" Dean Feynman took the file bag and glanced at it, "Tom Riddle, I remember this kid, he left a very strong impression on me. ”

"The summer I graduated from college, I came to the Ng orphanage with a lot of enthusiasm to make a difference, and Tom lived here at the time, and he was a little older than you are." Dean Feynman opened his heart and began to reminisce.

"He never caused trouble to everyone, and was as well-behaved, sensible, understanding, and handsome as you are, and the dean at the time, Mrs. Cole, liked him very much," Dean Feynman said, glancing at Joel, "hiss...... I just remembered that he was in the same school as you at the time. ”

Joel raised an eyebrow and stared at Dean Feynman without blinking, "Really?" ”

"I remember the name is a bit awkward, it's still a private boarding school......" Dean Feynman looked at Joel's handsome and handsome face, and found that this boy was quite similar to Tom more than fifty years ago, with a flawless face, a slightly raised expression at the corners of his mouth that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, and a calm demeanor when encountering trouble......

Joel nodded, guessing that Dumbledore had come to pick up Tom with the same name of the school Professor McGonagall had used when she picked him up.

"What else?" Joel asked softly, "Where did Tom go after?" ”

Dean Feynman pondered for a moment, "He disappeared without a trace after graduating from that boarding school, and when the war broke out, Mrs. Cole didn't go to him, maybe he went to join the army and died on the front line?" ”

"I see the file says Tom's mother died of hemorrhage, but what about his father?" Joel asked softly as he looked down at the teacup in his hand, and the orange slices in the cup swirled against the wall of the cup and bounced back.

"The social conditions of the time did not allow us to tell the whole nation to look for a child's father," said Dean Feynman, who poured himself another cup of tea, "and made two notices in the streets, and if he could not find his biological father, he was taken into an orphanage." ”

"The conditions of the orphanage are much better now, have you watched "Orphans of the Fog"? More than 50 years ago, orphanages in Britain were still like that. Dean Feynman said dismissively.

This was the end of the conversation about Tom, and Dean Feynman changed the subject, "What about you, Joel, don't you plan to find a family to adopt you after the Wu orphanage was taken over?" ”

"With your conditions, you can find well-qualified families, and many upper-class wives have no heirs."

Joel shook his head, "I don't have any plans yet. ”

It was late at night, and the two boys who were leaning against the wall and standing back to their room rubbing their sore legs, Joel got up to say goodbye when he saw that the time was not early.

Back in his room, Joel lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling with his arms on his back.

As Dean Feynman said, Joel also found that he had a lot of similarities with Tom Riddle, and the coincidence made people suspicious, could it be that he had taken the script of the second generation of the Dark Lord to overthrow Dumbledore and the British Ministry of Magic?

After thinking about it for a while, Joel realizes that he has fallen into a misunderstanding, his calmness is a protective shell in the face of strangers, and he is a very skinny and talkative person in the face of familiar people, which is completely different from Tom Riddle.

Tom struggles to find genuine friends at school, and Joel has three roommates, as well as Lady Luck Haylis and the rest of his classmates, and the warm feeling of being surrounded by everyone when he wins the House Cup haunts him in retrospect.

I'm definitely not a villain script, how can I become a "noseless snake-eyed monster yelling at Arvada to gnaw big melons"?

Joel shook his head repeatedly, pushing the thought out of his head.

Due to the demolition of the Wu orphanage, Joel was unable to solve the mystery of his origins, and the decades-old orphanage, which had nurtured and raised nearly 1,000 orphans to adulthood, came to an end, and all the children were transferred to another orphanage on the outskirts of London, except Joel.

He successfully lobbied Dean Feynman, and with her help proving it, Joel left the orphanage under the pretext of "returning to boarding school early" and returned to room 11 upstairs in the Leaky Cauldron Bar.

On the third day after the demolition of the Ng orphanage, Joel went to King's Cross Station to bid farewell to Dean Feynman, and she was going back to her hometown of Wiltshire, where she still had a lot of land and a pension provided by the government to provide her with enough food and clothing for the rest of her life.

Coming out of King's Cross Station, Joel wandered around on the bus, getting off the bus and walking two steps when he was in the mood, and it didn't matter if he got lost, the Knight Bus could take him back to the Leaky Cauldron.

It was a bustling shopping street, and Joel saw Muggle clothing stores lining both sides of the street where Muggles were shopping for clothes.

Not long after walking, suddenly Joel saw a familiar back, "Sergey? ”

He asked, uncertain.

The back froze for a moment, and when he looked back, it was really Sergey Rovy, his good roommate.

"Why are you here?" Joel stepped forward with a look of surprise on his face.

"Ah...... I'm fine," Sergey said to him, looking left and right, "there are so many Muggles here." ”

"You went out shopping with a lunch box?" Joel looked suspiciously at the object Sergei was carrying.

Sergei's pale cheeks flushed, "Okay......" he muttered a little frustrated, "My grandfather is hospitalized at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, and I'm here to bring him food." ”

"St. Mungo?" Joel had naturally heard of this famous hospital, and he followed Sergei's finger and looked forward to see the name of the suspected closed shop not far in front of him, Taotao Department Store.

It is the entrance to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

"Is there anything I can help me with?" Joel took the initiative to speak.

Sergei hesitated for a moment, then refused, and after saying goodbye to Joel, he stepped into the shop window alone and disappeared into the crowd.