Calvin found himself on an old-fashioned street in London, where the grey world was empty except for the cold east wind howling.

"Is it here?" Calvin looked up at a broken plaque hanging outside the courtyard that read "Wu's Orphanage."

Calvin walked through an iron gate into a bare courtyard.

Behind the courtyard is a boxy, eerie building, surrounded by high railings. He walked up the steps that led to the front door, pushed open the door, and entered a foyer paved with black and white tiles. The whole room looked shabby but very neat and spotlessly clean.

Calvin wandered around the empty orphanage and could tell that even though it was full of children, the atmosphere would be gloomy and oppressive.

Calvin walked up the stone staircase, turned a corner on the third-floor landing and stopped at the doorway to the first room in a long hallway. He could feel that Voldemort was here.

Calvin pushed open the door, and it was an empty, unadorned cabin, with only an old wardrobe and an iron bed. A tall and thin old man sits on an iron bed reading a book, his legs stretched out awkwardly in front of him, looking very funny.

The old man raised his head, so that Calvin could see his appearance clearly, although his face was full of wrinkles of knives and axes, he could still see that he was handsome when he was young, and it was completely different from the last time Calvin saw a snake face.

"Is this what Voldemort looked like with a nose?" Calvin said to himself.

Voldemort's expression first became hideous when he saw Calvin, and then he looked like he wanted to open it, and went back to look at the children's fairy tale in his hand.

Calvin pulled a hard wooden chair across from Voldemort so that the two of them looked like an inpatient and a visitor.

"Cape," Voldemort's voice was inaudible, "you've locked me up here, why did you come to see me, did you come to humiliate me?" ”

"No, I'm not interested in humiliating people," Calvin propped his chin in one hand and propped himself on his lap, "I'm here to study you." ”

"Research?" Voldemort looked up, a sneer on his old face, "Isn't it like 'The Doctor'?" Do you want to check it for me? ”

"You're right, I want to give you a good check-up." Calvin nodded.

"Come on, then." Voldemort spread his arms and tossed the fairy tale book aside.

"I won't be fooled so easily, Tom, especially if you've already done it."

"Calvin, you're still so timid, just like you were when I invited you before."

Calvin shook his head: "As a Slytherin, I'd rather call it cautious. ”

Voldemort snorted disdainfully, and said bewildermently: "Calvin, although I don't appreciate Gryffindor's stupid recklessness, but studying magic, you know, how can you do it without a little courage. ”

Calvin ignored Voldemort's temptation and asked, "Voldemort, what is your current state?" ”

Voldemort crossed his arms over his chest in a defensive gesture, "I would like to ask you, Calvin, how remarkable you are that you can capture my soul and make me feel hopeless and frustrated in a way that even Dumbledore can't."

You let me out, as long as we join forces, Dumbledore has nothing to fear. Hurry up, you let me go, I don't want to be here anymore, it reminds me of the orphanage when I was a child. ”

Calvin sighed slightly, although this half-finished product did make Voldemort feel hopeless and depressed, but it also gave him the most precious thing - hope.

Calvin decided to pretend to be impressed by him, wanting to test how deep Voldemort's research into magic was.

"Voldemort, you were brought to Hogwarts by Dumbledore, how could you say such ridiculous remarks," Calvin raised an eyebrow, "How many times have you been stopped by Dumbledore to even think about challenging him." Should I call you stupid, or reckless? ”

Voldemort trembled violently, and Calvin was surprised by the faint fluctuation of magic around him. Then the tone of the entire room darkened a little, suppressing Voldemort's magic fluctuations.

"You don't understand, Calvin," Voldemort deliberately lowered his agitated voice, "you have no idea whose inheritance I have received!" ”

"That's great, Salazar Slytherin!"

"He's the greatest of the Big Four! However, later generations always evaluate him superficially with his appearance and fabricate his experience to smear him. ”

"Oh~" Calvin nodded slightly, he could see that Voldemort's evaluation of Slytherin was completely from the heart.

"Voldemort, as I understand it, much of Slytherin's research was bloody and brutal, and it seriously affected his psyche." Calvin learned a lot about the school's early days from Barrow.

"But his research broadened the path of magic! His achievements in bloodline research are unmatched, and it only takes a small price to pay for it! ”

Voldemort was agitated again, and a thunderclap sounded outside the window, interrupting Voldemort's rising emotions. This shows that the core rune of the mirror is still functional.

"All that bloody and brutal research, but the price?" Calvin narrowed his eyes and looked at Voldemort.

Voldemort grinned, "Calvin, you're not going to be so naïve... What revolution in the wizarding world was not full of bloodshed and sacrifice. Think of the goblin rebellion, think of the implementation of the Law of Secrecy. ”

"Well, even if you have a point," Calvin shrugged, "but Slytherin has been a wizard for a thousand years, how can his magic travel through a thousand years and defeat Dumbledore?" ”

"That's you, I haven't seen it with my own eyes! When you see it with your own eyes, you will understand the greatness of Salazar Slytherin. ”

"Then prove it to me—" Calvin changed his position, staring at Voldemort sitting on the iron bed.

Voldemort's face twitched, and he didn't know if he should tell Calvin about the great magic he had learned from Slytherin.

"I can only tell you one thing," Voldemort said hoarsely, "I can't fully trust you yet. ”

"I'm listening, but I won't trust you completely."

In this way, Voldemort unveiled Calvin a fog of magical truth.

Just a few words from Voldemort fascinated Calvin and made him want to follow in Slytherin's footsteps. This is not black magic, this is the powerful personal charm of a legendary wizard from a thousand years ago.

Calvin listened to Voldemort's story and calmly pushed out the pictured world in the mirror, and he needed to reorganize his thoughts on the origins of magic.