Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures Chapter 1442: Orphanages and gentle practices

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The young Dumbledore crossed the street, and the three followed him not far away.

In the end, they crossed a large iron gate and walked into a bare courtyard.

Behind the courtyard is a boxy, dark and old-fashioned building surrounded by high railings.

This is the place, right?

Ivan looked around curiously. This should be the orphanage where Voldemort was a child.

A very famous place, at the beginning of the birth of evil, it also looks very unpleasant.

As Ivan looked around, the young Dumbledore walked up the steps leading to the front door and knocked on the door.

After a while, a sloppy girl in an apron opened the door.

"Good afternoon, I have an appointment with a Mrs. Cole, I think, is she the manager here?"

"Oh!" said the girl with a puzzled expression on her face, looking at Dumbledore's overly gorgeous outfit in amazement, "Well, wait a minute, Mrs. Cole!"

She turned her head and shouted loudly, and in the distance a voice shouted to answer her, and the girl turned to Dumbledore again.

"Come in, sir, she will come right away."

Ivan, Harry and Dumbledore followed him into a foyer with black and white tiles when he was young. The whole room looked very dilapidated, but very clean and spotless, the door had n’t been closed behind them, there was a skinny, look The tired woman hurried towards them.

Her face is sharp, and she looks more anxious than fierce.

As she walked toward Dumbledore, she turned around and ordered another helper wearing an apron.

"Take the iodine upstairs to Martha, Billy Stubbs scratched all the scabs, and Eric Wallace's blood stained the sheets. It's bad luck, actually stained She got chickenpox! "She seemed to be talking to the air, when her eyes fell on Dumbledore and she stopped suddenly.

She was shocked, as if she saw a giraffe crossing her threshold.

"Good afternoon, ma'am!" Dumbledore said, extending his hand.

Mrs. Cole looked at him dumbfounded, and did not respond for a long time.

"My name is Albus · Dumbledore, I wrote you a letter asking you to meet me, you kindly invited me to come over today."

Mrs. Cole blinked. She seemed to think that Dumbledore was not her illusion, so she vigorously said, "Oh, yes, Mr. Dumbledore's letter, yes, yes! Okay, okay , You better come to my room, yes ... "

She led Dumbledore into a cabin that seemed to be half of the living room and half of the office. It was as shabby and shabby as the entrance hall. The furniture was old and unmatched. She asked Dumbledore to sit in a rickety chair, and she sat behind a messy table and looked at him nervously.

"I have already told you in my letter. I came here to discuss with you about Tom · Riddle and arrange a future for him." Dumbledore said.

"Are you a relative?" Mrs. Cole asked suspiciously.

"No, I am a teacher." Dumbledore said, "I will invite Tom to our school to study."

"So, what kind of school is this?"

"The school name is Hogwarts." Dumbledore said.

Obviously, Mrs. Cole has never heard of such a place, and the look of doubt on her face is more intense.

Scammers use this excuse to swindle children away, it is possible to go out and do anything, and such sensational reports are always seen in the newspaper.

Ms. Cole may not like Riddle much, but she must be responsible for the safety of the children here.

"How can you be interested in Tom?"

"We think he has some qualities we are looking for."

"You mean that he won a scholarship? How could this be? He never signed up."

"Oh, as soon as he was born, our school recorded his name."

"Who registered for him? His parents?"

There is no doubt that Mrs. Cole is a very savvy woman who feels some headaches.

Dumbledore clearly thinks so too. Instead of answering her question, he took wand(s) out of the pocket of the velvet suit and at the same time picked up a completely blank piece of paper from Mrs. Cole ’s desk.

"Here." He handed the paper to her and waved wand(s). "I think you can see this by reading it."

Mrs. Cole's eyes flickered, and she focused again.

She carefully looked at the blank sheet of paper for a while, this hand was really beautiful, perfect spiritually induced magic.

Ivan felt that Katie might have been caught in this magic yesterday. Something was enchanted in the The Three Broomsticks women ’s toilet. It might be the kraft paper package itself. Kate was induced as soon as it touched it.

One thing is certain, this is definitely not the magic that the Ministry of Magic allows wizard(s) to use.

Ivan looked up at Dumbledore, Dumbledore seemed to know what Ivan was thinking, and smiled at him.

"It seems to be in full compliance with the procedure." Mrs. Cole said quietly, returning the paper to Dumbledore.

Then her eyes fell on a bottle of gin and two glasses, and those things were definitely not there a few seconds ago.

"Well, can I ask you to drink a glass of gin?" she said in a particularly polite voice.

"Thank you very much." Dumbledore said with a smile.

Obviously, Mrs. Cole was not a novice to drink gin.

She filled the two people ’s glasses to the full, and drank her own glass in one sip.

She slurped unabashedly and smiled at Dumbledore for the first time. Dumbledore immediately hit the iron while it was hot.

"I do n’t know if you can tell me about the life experience of Tom · Riddle? He seems to have been born in this orphanage?"

Obviously, judging from the familiarity of Dumbledore, he is not a novice ...

Induced magic combined with relaxing gin and Legilimency with few signs of casting.

good heavens, let alone Dumbledore just want to know about Riddle. Now he can easily ask from Mrs. Cole ’s mouth everything he is interested in, anything, and this method is still so gentle.

If you change other wizard(s) here, it may be hard!

Veritaserum or heart drilling is the way dark wizards likes.

"Yeah, that kid grew up here." Mrs. Cole said and poured herself some gin. "I remember that thing clearly because I just came here to work." It was a New Year ’s Eve, it was snowing outside, it was terribly cold, and a bad night. The girl, who was not much older than I was, was very weak and sick, she had suffered, she really did n’t know how to persevere, she She staggered up the steps of the front door. Cough, we have experienced this kind of thing more. We brought her in, and within one hour she gave birth to a child, and after less than an hour, she Dead. "