A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 622: Young Tom Riddle

Chapter 624 Young Tom Riddle

The man in the hard wooden chair and the boy sitting on the bed observe each other, because of the perspective, it looks like the relationship between a visitor and a patient. So it is not surprising that the following conversation took place.

"Professor? Is it like a 'doctor'? What are you doing here? Did Mrs. Cole call you in to check me up? I didn't put Amy Benson Jr. and Dennis Bishop at all How about it, you can ask them yourself, they will tell you!"

Felix looked at Tom Riddle's young, alert face and was familiar with these words. After all, I have heard it many times.

"I said - I am Professor Dumbledore, and I work in a school called Hogwarts. Today I invite you to study in that school -"

Riddle jumped off the bed suddenly, with an angry expression on his face, Felix lowered his eyelids slightly. "Hogwarts is a school of wizardry and I'm a wizard," he said.

Riddle's words were blocked in his throat. He originally thought that the so-called 'Hogwarts' was just a lunatic asylum. The man in front of him was finally found by Mrs. Cole and wanted to get rid of him, but what the other party said was quite different.

Long silence. Riddle stared at Felix expressionlessly, scanning him up and down, as if trying to see the most subtle flaws. Felix looked back at him with interest, without a trace of discomfort. .

"Magic?" Riddle finally repeated softly, "My abilities, are... are they magic?"

"What skills do you have?"

"Various things. I can make things move without touching them. I can make animals do what I tell them without training. I can make bad luck for whoever makes me angry. I can make animals do what I want. They're hurt." Riddle said in a low voice, his face was covered with an abnormal flush of excitement, his expression was agitated. He lowered his head and stared at his hands, which were trembling badly, "I've known for a long time that I'm different. I've known for a long time that I'm special. I've known for a long time that there's something here."

From an adult's perspective, Riddle's sunken cheeks could be seen twisting into a frenzied arc. Felix decided to do something, not to follow the original trajectory, but to make a change from the beginning.

He reached into his trouser pocket. Riddle's eyes jerked upward suddenly, watching the movement of the hand. His head was still kept in a drooping posture, so several deep wrinkles were piled on his forehead, and the whites of his eyes could be seen from under the raised eyebrows.

Felix produced a piece of parchment.

"What's wrong?" he asked gently.

"It's nothing." Riddle said immediately, so Felix withdrew his gaze, unfolded the parchment, and stared at the content on it. Riddle hesitated for a moment and said, "I thought you would be carrying a weapon."

"Weapon?"

"It is something used to cast spells."

"You mean the magic wand?"

"So there really is?" Riddle immediately looked around where there were pockets on his body, as if to find a place to hide things. "The orphanage once invited someone from the church. I asked that person, but she didn't know anything about witches and wizards. She just said they were evil."

"Wizards are a secret to ordinary people." Felix explained, shaking his hand in front of Riddle, a black wand appeared out of nowhere, Riddle's face immediately showed a greedy light, pointing holding a wand.

"Where can I get one?"

"It will be there at that time. Besides, it is not a weapon, it is a tool to assist us in casting spells. You go to school to learn how to control spellcasting." Felix said lightly: "Let's get back to the topic, as a school Professor, I have a duty to young wizards born in Muggle families—"

"What is a Muggle?" Riddle interrupted him rudely.

"—that is, the parents are not wizards, or they grew up in a non-magical environment, so they cannot judge the blood relationship."

Riddle muttered something.

"I continue to say that I have the responsibility to popularize the common sense of the wizarding world to young wizards from Muggle families, and to evaluate their psychology to confirm whether they are eligible to study at Hogwarts."

Riddle's face suddenly became stiff. The sky outside the window darkened, and thunder roared in the distance.

"Assessment Psychology?"

"It's just a routine process," Felix explained, glanced out of the window, and said quickly: "Although Hogwarts is a school of magic, it doesn't mean that there are no requirements for moral character. Forget it, you keep it for yourself." Let's take a look." He handed the improvised thing to Riddle.

Riddle looked away from his wand, and lowered his head to read the contents of the parchment.

"Caring for classmates, bullying is strictly prohibited... stealing and taking property..." He seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and threw out a sentence, "I have no money."

"The school has grants." Felix looked at Riddle, "Do you have any questions about the content above?"

"What happens if it is violated?"

"Depending on the situation, it is usually confinement. If the situation is serious, you may be expelled or sent to Azkaban, which is the wizard prison."

Riddle was expressionless and silent, as if weighing the pros and cons.

"A wand isn't a weapon, you say?" he asked abruptly, changing the subject.

"Yes."

"Prove it to me," he said domineeringly.

Felix raised an eyebrow.

"I mean... please," Riddle added, becoming more polite, "Can I call you Professor Dumbledore, sir? Because you said... would popularize magic for me Common sense in the world, and I grew up in the desert of magic, and I have never seen the same kind..."

Strangely, as he spoke, the thunder outside gradually died down.

Felix stood up and waved his wand casually. The wooden chair he was sitting on immediately turned into a majestic lion, rolled around on the ground and turned into a badger again. Riddle became nervous in the old closet that was the highest place in the room, but the little badger opened his arms and turned into a bronze eagle with wings spread. It stood on the closet and swooped down on the two of them. snake.

Riddle almost immediately expressed his affection for it.

He said a Parseltongue, "Stand up." The snake raised its head obediently. Riddle quietly raised his eyes to look at Felix, and whispered, "I can talk to snakes, Professor Dumbledore. Is this normal for a wizard? Can you talk to snakes?"

"It's rare, I've only seen this kind of record in books."

Riddle stared down at the little snake, and after a while, spoke Parseltongue again, and the little snake lazily rolled up its belly, twisted and hissed in front of them. Felix had the usual expression, with a faint smile on his face.

But that Parseltongue means 'Can you die like a real snake? ’

"Where should I buy the book, Professor Dumbledore?"

Felix took out another envelope from his body and handed it to Riddle, "There are shopping lists and bus tickets inside, you can take a look first, I will come back next week and take you to buy the necessary items for school—— "

"I don't need you," Riddle said, "I'm used to doing things by myself, and I'm always running around London alone. So, where should I go—Professor Dumbledore?"

"I'm afraid not," Felix shook his head, "I didn't bring any money with me today, and it's dangerous enough to let a little wizard go to a strange place. I still have more than a dozen families to run away this week. After the end, I will take you to Diagon Alley, where you will find everything you need.”

"Maybe you will make a friend or two in advance."

The two stared at each other, this was the first time Felix explicitly rejected Riddle when he entered the door. Rumble! A bolt of lightning exploded in front of the window, but neither of them looked away. "Okay, Professor Dumbledore, see you next week," said Riddle.

Felix nodded at him, ignoring the gleam of red in his eyes. Wave your hand to turn the twisted snake on the ground back into a wooden chair.

The moment he closed the door, the scenery outside became blurred, and the long corridor opened its **** mouth, wanting to devour people. Felix strode down the stairs, and a bony woman—Mrs Cole, the caretaker of the orphanage—rushed up to meet her.

"Mr. Dumbleton—Excuse me, it's Dumberton? Well, are you done with your work?"

"Yes, Mrs. Cole. I will be visiting again next week."

"No problem," said Mrs. Cole, and the two of them descended together. "It's a good thing—oh, slow down, you're going too fast." At the corner in the middle, Felix had already appeared at the door.

He opened the door, turned around and looked at the old, black and white tiled foyer billowing black smoke, but strangely, the people around him turned a blind eye to it, and their eyes were oozing like Riddle's. red light.

"Why don't we drink up that bottle of gin...Hip?" Mrs. Cole's voice became low and hoarse, and people with red eyes approached stiffly.

"Goodbye," said Felix curtly, before slamming the door shut.

The street was surrounded by black clouds, and the wind was blowing. Felix quickly jumped down the steps outside the door, and walked briskly through the bare yard, bang! The heavy iron door closed behind him with force.

As soon as it came out, Felix waved his arms wildly.

The wind blew more fiercely, and the black clouds seemed to be low enough to rub against the nearby buildings. A hideous face appeared distorted from the rolling clouds, and a crack appeared on the ground under Felix's feet, extending rapidly towards the distance.

The entire Wu's Orphanage sank suddenly.

Felix had a serious expression on his face, knowing that the backlash brought by the change of strategy was coming, and Voldemort's will began to automatically clear this memory that should not exist. He took out a group of silver-blue things that were neither gas nor liquid from his pocket, and then the figure flickered continuously, blank memory fragments merged into the cracks, and repaired the cracks.

When Felix stopped, the vision disappeared. Although ugly scars were left on the ground, and the sky seemed to be glued on with tape, this place was temporarily preserved and was not completely abandoned by Voldemort .

Felix stood on the sidewalk, relieved. After more than two months of probing and trying, coupled with the information provided by Dumbledore, he finally took the first step and successfully planted a seed in Voldemort's mind.

What he wants to do is far from being as simple as modifying memory.

Scattered fragments of memory are useless. An archmage like Voldemort has a perfect defense against his own memory. Changing, covering up, shielding, or sticking a few fake memories will only make him immediately realize that something is wrong. , with negligible impact.

Felix didn't think the false memory would make Voldemort cry, and sincerely repented.

Furthermore, Voldemort's soul was already very fragile due to splitting. If Felix made drastic adjustments, the result might be devastating.

So Felix decided to open up another battlefield-a branch from Voldemort's memory, which is the Wu's Orphanage in front of him. Felix will replace Dumbledore in Riddle's impression as if he really returned to London, England in the 1930s, train him, and be his Transfiguration teacher for seven years.

Of course, Felix doesn't really need to spend seven years.

The time in memory is quite fast, he only needs to appear at the critical time point of Voldemort, give appropriate guidance, and fix the good results brought about by it with the 'memory node', so that this place Del grew stronger.

Felix did not expect to turn Voldemort into a good person. From his previous observations of the scene when Riddle and Dumbledore met for the first time, it can be seen that Riddle developed an independent, cautious, and indifferent attitude early on. Character, and extremely aggressive.

Felix just hoped that Riddle could become an ordinary person with a different life trajectory from the Dark Lord. The richer his 'experience' is, the more his personality will be different from his main body, but the two will eventually merge. Because memory is memory, not soul, and cannot exist independently.

Placing around the orphanage, Felix turned to one of the walls and stared at a window on the third floor.

Only the top of Tom Riddle's head is visible from this angle.

At this moment, Riddle was sitting on the bed expressionlessly. In front of him were book lists, bus tickets, and questionnaires that shouldn't exist. Slowly, he frowned. I don't know why, when we just parted, he suddenly wanted to attack that young Professor Dumbledore, and this desire came suddenly.

But this is definitely the most stupid way, he still has to rely on this person to enter the magic world.

At the thought of magic, Riddle's nostrils expanded with excitement, and he exhaled heavily from his nostrils. Then he lowered his head and stared at the questionnaire. He was more precocious than his peers, and he was wise enough to analyze hidden facts from just a few words.

Hogwarts has its own rules, the same as those annoying rules outside. This means that the wizarding world is also orderly. Riddle wasn't sure how much the professor knew about him, but Dumbledore mentioned "making friends", was that implying something?

Riddle is restless ~IndoMTL.com~ He stares at the old wardrobe.

Stealing is prohibited at Hogwarts.

Dumbledore will be back next week.

He has to do something. Riddle got off the bed, walked to the dilapidated wardrobe, and slammed the door open. Inside were a few old clothes and a small cardboard box on the top shelf.

Riddle took a deep breath, and he clearly remembered the origin of everything in the box, Dennis Bishop playing the pulling reel, Amy Benson Jr.'s harmonica and silver thimble...he had learned from other children. The spoils of loot in the hand.

But there's no need to rush, thought Riddle, it's best to wait until the day before that Dumbledore's next visit before handing them over.

He slammed the cabinet door shut, stared at the dusty mirror on the cabinet door, and then began to smile. Riddle showed patience far beyond what a child his age should have, constantly adjusting the curvature of the corners of his mouth , arm position, stance.

He is very talented, and he will do well in no time.