Chapter 149 Tom's Memory

"Harry Potter!" Fanlin hesitated, "He is a Parseltongue!"

"Parseltongue? This is indeed an outstanding talent, and it is also very rare, just like Salazar Slytherin. No wonder he is suspected of being the heir."

"Indeed..." Fanlin nodded, but this was something Tom could not see, "You must know something, about the contents of the Chamber of Secrets!"

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you..." Tom's handwriting quickly appeared on the pages of the diary.

"Please, Tom..." Fanlin's words have not been finished yet, and a line of fresh ink has appeared on the diary again.

"But I can take you directly to see it!"

"Take me to see it?" Fanlin muttered, Tom's words made him a little confused.

The pages of the diary began to blow, like a strong wind, and stopped in the middle of June.

Fanlin was stunned to see that the small area on June 13th seemed to have turned into a tiny colorful vortex, like a door to another space.

Fanlin realized what this was at once, the entrance to Tom's memory, this ordinary black diary actually took away the effect of the Pensieve.

But how could he get in? This diary was too small, and he didn't think he could sink his head into it.

Fanlin carefully held the book with his hands and put his eyes towards the mysterious color. Before he understood, he was sucked in.

The vortex kept widening, and Fanlin could feel his body leaving the sofa. Through the opening of that page, he was sucked into the vortex of color and shadow.

Suddenly, Fanlin felt his feet touch the solid ground, and Fanlin stood up quickly. This was not the first time he had such an experience, and he was quite used to it.

Fanlin shook his head, he wanted to wake himself up, and at the same time, the blurry scene around him suddenly became extremely clear.

Fanlin took a look at the surrounding scene and immediately understood where he was.

This round room with a sleeping portrait is Dumbledore's office-but it was not Dumbledore sitting behind the desk. A wizened, thin wizard, almost bald except for a small tuft of white hair, was reading a letter by candlelight.

Fanlin had seen this man in Dumbledore's office, or more precisely, a portrait of this man, Armando Dippet, the former headmaster of Hogwarts.

Fanlin had had previous experiences, and he knew very well that this was just a memory, and now he just needed to watch quietly.

Finally, Dippet finished reading the letter in his hand. The wizard sighed, stood up, and opened the curtains with his hands.

It was the time when the sun was setting, and the sky outside was a little dim, and in the direction of the setting sun, the afterglow of the sun dyed half of the sky a fiery red color.

Someone knocked on the office door.

"Come in." Dippet said in a weak voice.

A boy of about 16 years old walked in, took off his peaked hat, and a badge of three good grades shone on his chest. He was much taller than Harry, but he also had black and shiny hair.

"Ah, Tom," said the headmaster.

"That's Tom!" Vanlin thought to himself, and he really looked like a learned man.

"You wanted to see me? Professor Armando?" Tom said. He looked nervous.

"Sit down," Dippet said, "I just finished reading your letter to me."

"Oh," Tom said, and he sat down and wrung his hands tightly.

"My dear child," Dippet said kindly, "I can't let you stay in school for a summer. Of course you want to go home for the holidays, right?"

"No," Reid said immediately, "I would rather stay in Hogwarts than go back to that...that..."

"You lived in a Muggle orphanage during the holidays, didn't you?" Dippet said curiously.

"Yes, sir." Tom blushed a little.

"You are non-wizard blood?"

"Half, sir," Tom said, "my father is an ordinary person and my mother is a witch."

"So both of your parents are..."

"My mother died when I was born, sir. They said she only had time to name me: Tom is my father and Marvolo is my grandfather."

Dippet clicked his tongue sympathetically.

"Tom, the situation is," he sighed, "if it were a normal holiday, we might have made some special arrangements for you, but in the current environment..."

"Are you referring to the attacks, sir?" Tom asked.

This made Fanlin's heart skip a beat, and Fanlin knew that the point was coming. Fanlin took a step forward, fearing that he had missed something.

"Absolutely correct," said the principal. "My dear child, you must have seen how foolish it would be to keep you in school after the end of the semester, especially after the recent tragedy... the death of that poor girl... at least in your orphanage, you will be safer. In fact, the Magic Committee is even discussing closing the school."

Dipette twitched, "We can't accept... um... the source of the disaster..."

Tom's eyes widened, and he asked with some expectation: "Sir... if that was caught... I mean... if all this is over..."

"What do you mean?" Dippet's voice was a little sharp, and he stood up from his chair. "Tom, you mean... what do you know about these attacks?"

"No, sir." Tom answered quickly.

But Fanlin understood that it was the same "no" he gave to Harry when he talked about the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets.

Dippet sat back somewhat dejectedly, revealing a slight disappointment.

"You can go, Tom..."

Tom slid down from the chair and walked out of the room a little stiffly, and Fanlin followed Tom closely. Tom must know what was going on, and he promised Fanlin to take him to see it in person.

Fanlin followed Tom all the way down the spiral staircase and walked through the decorative leaks in the dark corridor. Tom stopped, and Fanlin also stopped and looked at him. Fanlin was sure that Tom was thinking about something very serious.

Tom bit his lip, and wrinkles appeared on his forehead.

Then, it seemed that he suddenly made a decision. He left in a hurry. Fanlin also floated silently behind him, and they didn't see anyone else until they reached the entrance hall. A tall wizard with gray hair and beard called Tom on the marble stairs.

That was Dumbledore fifty years ago. He looked much younger than Professor Dumbledore now, but his crooked nose had already become like this at that time.

Fan Lin looked at Dumbledore. At that time, Dumbledore had not yet started a war with Grindelwald, but judging from the situation, Dumbledore looked pretty good. (To be continued)