Chapter 1047 (1/2)
”Yes, I think it's Gunter's ancestral home, but before that, we still have a memory about Merlot, or Voldemort before entering Hogwarts.”
”Voldemort before entering Hogwarts? I remember that he grew up in an orphanage. ”
”Oh, yes, the handsome Muggle Tom Riedel abandoned her wizarding wife, Merleau, and returned to little Hangleton's hometown. Merlot stayed alone in London, with the child who would be Voldemort in the future
”How do you know she's in London, professor?”
”Based on the evidence provided by karatacus Burke,” Dumbledore said, ”he happened to help us find the store that owned the necklace, the one in your hand.”
Dumbledore pointed to the necklace in Vaseline's hand and said, just as at Hogwarts, his hand unconsciously stirred the contents of the meditation basin, like a gold digger sifting out gold.
In the silver whirlpool of the meditation basin, a slowly rotating old man appeared. He looked like a ghost, but more real than a ghost. His thick hair completely covered his eyes.
”Yes, we got it in a strange situation. It was brought by a young witch. It happened to be Christmas. Oh, many years ago, of course. She said she was desperate for gold, well, it was obvious. Dressed in rags, from far away We're going to have a baby. She said the box pendant was Slytherin's. Well, we always hear people say, ”Oh, this is Merlin's stuff, and this is his favorite teapot.” but after we checked it, we found that there was Slytherin's mark on it. We could know the truth with a few simple incantations. Of course, it's almost priceless. She didn't seem to know how much it was worth. I was happy to change ten garons. It's the best deal we've ever made. ”
Dumbledore shook the meditation basin with great force, and karatacus Burke fell into the vortex of memory.
”He only gave her ten garons?” Fanlin said with some helplessness, which is obviously unfair to Mello.
”Karatacus Burke is not generous,” said Dumbledore. ”So we know that in the last days of her pregnancy, Merleau was left alone in London, so badly in need of gold that she sold her only valuable possession, the Slytherin pendant box, the marvellous heirloom.”
”But she can do magic.” Van Lim hesitated for a moment. He saw that Mello was not a squib. He was just scared by Marvolo and didn't dare to use magic. ”She can use magic to find food and everything she wants, can't she?”
”Ah,” said Dumbledore, ”maybe she can. But I believe - again, it's a guess, but I'm sure I'm right - that after her husband abandoned her, she stopped using magic. I don't think she wants to be a witch anymore. Of course, it could be that unrequited love and the ensuing despair drained her; it could happen. Anyway, she didn't want to lift her wand until she was in danger. ”
”It's a sad thing, Professor,” Van Lin shook his head. ”If Mello didn't choose to give up Tom, I thought
”Everything is unexpected, isn't it?” Said Dumbledore, holding his wand against his temple and drawing a wisp of silver from it.
”Where are we going next?”
”This time,” Dumbledore said, ”we're going into my memory. I think you will find rich details and will be satisfied with its accuracy. I'm following you, Fanlin... ”
Fanlin bent over the meditation basin; his face was immersed in the cold memory, and once again fell into the darkness A few seconds later, his foot touched the solid ground, so he opened his eyes and found that he and Dumbledore were standing in a bustling old London street. Soon, Rutherford came in, and van Lin had almost forgotten him
”I'm there,” said Dumbledore cheerfully, pointing to a tall figure in front of him crossing the road in front of a horse drawn milk cart.
The young Albus Dumbledore had long hair and a mustache. After crossing the road to their side, he began to stride along the sidewalk, wearing a gorgeous cut dark purple velvet suit, attracting many curious eyes.
”The clothes are good, Professor,” Fanlin could not help saying, while Dumbledore just giggled. The three of them were not far behind the young Dumbledore, and finally walked through a set of iron doors into an open courtyard, in front of which was a dark, square building surrounded by high railings. He went up several steps and knocked on the door. After a while, a ragged girl in an apron opened the door.
”Good afternoon. I have an appointment with Mrs. Cole, and I think she's the stewardess here
”Oh,” the girl looked puzzled at Dumbledore's strange look. ”Well Wait a minute Mrs. Cole
She turned her head and roared.
Fanlin heard a loud response from a distant place. The girl turned to Dumbledore again.”Come on in. She's coming.”
Dumbledore walked into the black-and-white tiled corridor; it looked shabby but spotless. Van Lin and old Dumbledore followed. Before the door behind them was closed, a thin, tired woman came to them in a hurry.
Her face was angular, and she looked more anxious than apathetic, and as she approached Dumbledore, she spoke to another aproned assistant next to her.
“…… And then bring the bottle of iodine to Martha upstairs, Billy Stubbs is picking at his scab, and Eric Willie's sheets are covered with sweat - but chickenpox is a priority, ”she said to herself, and she was stunned to see Dumbledore with a look of surprise like a giraffe coming in.
”Good afternoon,” Dumbledore held out his hand. Mrs. Cole is still in a daze. ”My name is Albus Dumbledore. I wrote you an appointment letter, and you kindly invited me here today. ”
The colfs blinked. Apparently making sure Dumbledore wasn't an illusion, and she said, ”Oh, yes. Well - well, then - come to my office. Yes
She let Dumbledore into a small room, half like a living room, half like an office. It's as dilapidated as the corridor, and the furniture is old and out of place. She asked Dumbledore to sit in a rickety chair, while she sat behind a messy desk and stared at him nervously.
”I am here, as I said in my letter, to discuss with you the future of Tom Riddle,” said Dumbledore.
”Are you a family member?” Asked the Colfer.
”No, I'm a teacher,” Dumbledore said. ”I'm here to pick Tom up to our school.”
”So, what school is this?”
Wizard school Fanlin can't help but murmured in his heart, although it looks like a little pit now
”It's Hogwarts,” Dumbledore said.
”How could you be interested in Tom?”
”We believe he has the qualities we seek.”
”You mean he won the scholarship? How could he? He never signed up for any exam