Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures Chapter 1444: Riddle’s skills

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Harry seemed to want to say something, but Dumbledore made a gesture of forbidden sound, if you have anything to say, go up.

They followed Mrs. Cole out of the office and walked up the stone staircase, commanding and accusing her helpers and children loudly while walking.

The orphans are all dressed in gray robe, and they all seem to be reasonably and carefully taken care of, but there is no doubt that when they grew up in this place, the atmosphere was very gloomy and depressed. The ancient buildings, the patterns and decorations inside give people a gloomy feeling.

The light is not enough. Even if it is close to noon, the place is still full of cold and dim.

The orphans who looked out from every room and looked at them, those pairs of eyes without eyes ...

"We are here." Mrs. Cole said.

They turned a corner on the landing on the third floor and stopped at the door of the first room in a long corridor.

She knocked on the door twice and walked in.

"Tom? Someone came to see you. This is Mr. Dumbledore, sorry, Mr. Deng Debo. He came to tell you ... alas, let him tell you."

Ivan, Harry and two Dumbledore walked into the room together, and Mrs. Cole closed the door behind them.

This is an empty, undecorated cabin with only an old wardrobe and an iron bed.

A boy is sitting on a gray blanket with two long legs stretched out in front, reading with a book in his hand.

Tom · Riddle enjoys the treatment of a single room, but it looks more like a prison room.

Ivan carefully observes Tom · Riddle. There is no shadow of the Gaunt family on his face, and the last words of Merope become reality: he is simply a scaled down version of his handsome father. For an eleven-year-old, he is tall, with dark hair and pale face.

This is a very handsome and lovable child. From the appearance, this is his first impression.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the strange appearance and dress of Dumbledore.

No one spoke for a while, and the atmosphere in the room was silent and strange.

"What a terrible memory." A deep voice rang in Ivan's ears.

He turned his head and saw the blurred figure of 15-year-old Riddle floating beside him, and disappeared in an instant!

This guy, since the the Ministry of Magic incident last semester, Ivan has never seen him again.

But he certainly exists, he can only live on that ring, Dumbledore has been carrying that ring again.

At that moment, Ivan felt that this guy seemed a little different!

What's different, he couldn't tell, he almost flashed in front of Ivan.

Ivan looked at Dumbledore again and got no response. Just like using the confusing spell and Legilimency just now, headmaster did n’t think it was wrong. He did n’t seem to notice that the soul of 15-year-old Riddle had come out, Ivan's eyes Eventually it fell on his ringed hand, and the spell above was particularly dazzling.

Harry also looked back and looked at Ivan in doubt, then turned to pay attention to the conversation between Dumbledore and Riddle.

"Hello, Tom." Dumbledore said as he stepped forward and extended his hand.

The boy hesitated for a moment, then reached out and shook his hand.

Dumbledore pulled a hard wooden chair next to Riddle, so they looked like an inpatient and a visitor.

"I am Professor Dumbledore."

"Professor?" Riddle repeated a sentence. He showed a very alert look. He pointed to the door where Mrs. Cole had just left. "Is it like a doctor? What are you doing here? Is she calling you?" Come check it for me? "

"No, it's not." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"I don't believe you." Riddle said, "She wants someone to show me the disease, isn't it? To be honest!"

He spoke fiercely and loudly in the last three words, and he was intimidating.

This is a command, it seems that he has issued this command many times before.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide and stared at Dumbledore with terrifying momentum, and Dumbledore did not answer, but continued to smile amiably. After a few seconds, Riddle's eyes relaxed, but he looked It seems to be more alert.

"Who are you? To be honest, don't try to lie to me, I can see it." Still the tone of the command.

"I have told you that I am Professor Dumbledore and I work in a school called Hogwarts. I will invite you to my school and your new school to study, if you want."

After hearing this, Riddle's reaction was surprising.

He jumped up from the bed and walked away from Dumbledore, looking very angry.

"You can't fool me! You came from the lunatic asylum, didn't you? Professor, hum, yes, tell you, I won't go, understand? The **** old devil should go to the lunatic asylum I did n’t even think about Amy Benson Jr. and Dennis Bishop. Even if they were crazy, they had nothing to do with me. You can ask them yourself and they will tell you! "

"I'm not from a lunatic asylum." Dumbledore said patiently, "I'm a teacher. If you can sit down calmly, I will tell you about Hogwarts. Of course, if you don't want to go to that School, no one will force you! "

"Well, I want to see who dares!" Riddle said contemptuously.

"Hogwarts." Dumbledore continued, it seems that he did not hear the last sentence of Riddle, "is a school for people with special talents."

"I am not crazy!"

"I know you are not crazy, Hogwarts is not a school of madmen, but a school of magic."

Silent, silent, silent.

Riddle seems to be stunned, with no expression on his face.

His eyes quickly scanned Dumbledore ’s two eyes, seeming to see from one of them that he was lying.

Is this a normal eleven-year-old boy's reaction? Absolutely not!

But is the young Riddle a normal boy? Absolutely not!

If history can be changed, Ivan hopes the young Dumbledore will now turn around and leave.

No matter how you look at it, the guy in front of you is extremely abnormal, even if it is measured in terms of wizard's.

"Magic?" Riddle repeated softly, "You mean magic?"

"Good." Dumbledore said.

"My innate skills are, um, magic?"

"What skills do you have?" Dumbledore asked rhetorically.

"Various, various." Riddle said in a low voice, and the excited blush quickly spread from his neck to the sunken cheeks, he looked very excited, "Beyond your imagination, I don't use my hand Touching can make things move. I can make animals listen to me without training. Whoever makes me angry, I can make someone unlucky, and I can easily hurt them if I want to. "

Well, this is indeed very strong, very Voldemort, the most famous and powerful dark wizard(s) ever.