Chapter 647 Tom Riddle at Age Eleven

Chapter 647 Eleven-year-old Tom Riddle

The late summer of 1937 was rainy and rainy, and the weather was worse than any summer Tom Riddle had ever experienced at Wood's Orphanage.

The continuous rain caused Mrs. Cole to reduce the outdoor activity time of all the children, and they were trapped in the cramped indoors, which made him less happy.

Please don't get me wrong, Riddle doesn't like football, rugby or other sports. In his opinion, most sports are boring. There is nothing more disgusting than a group of idiots getting together and making stupid laughter. .

He enjoys the frightened looks of those weaklings when they spy on him. If he can be so frightened that his face turns pale, his whole body trembles, and he can't speak, it is simply the most enjoyable performance. Mrs. Bicol asked someone to show it. The movie also needs to be real and delicate.

There are many restrictions in the indoor environment. With the nursing staff walking around and Mrs. Cole occasionally checking the ward, Riddle can only steal the trinkets that others cherish and gain some comfort from their cowardly cries through the walls.

When did this type of entertainment begin?

Maybe it was when he hung Billy Stubb's ridiculous rabbit from the rafters. What a shame, he was originally going to hang Billy Stubb himself, that would have been great fun...

Perhaps it was when we went to the beach for an outing before, took Dennis Bishop and Amy Benson into the cave, and pressed their heads into the lake. The wailing mixed with pain and despair was as beautiful as a symphony...

This all relies on his innate magical abilities.

Tom Riddle discovered a long time ago that he can use his mind to move objects and make them float to any position, he can make animals obey his orders, and he can also use his abilities to injure other orphans...

"He was having trouble with other children, very unpleasant things..."

Mrs. Cole walked in front, climbed up the stone stairs step by step, and finally stopped at the first room in the corridor on the third floor. After knocking twice, she pushed the door open and said, "Tom, someone is here to see you."

The room was empty, without any decoration, only an old wardrobe, a wooden chair and an iron bed, which seemed to be items donated from other places.

The three Lorens followed the young Dumbledore's perspective and saw the boy, eleven-year-old Tom Riddle.

Merope would probably be very happy to see what he looked like now. He had indeed inherited his father's handsomeness. He was slightly taller than his peers, with black hair and fair face, but there was a heavy gloom lingering about him.

Riddle narrowed his eyes and looked at the strangely dressed visitor, his voice a little hoarse.

"Are you a doctor?"

"No, I'm a professor."

"I don't believe you, she said I needed to see a doctor. They all said I was different."

"Maybe they're right."

"I'm not crazy."

"Hogwarts is not a madhouse. Hogwarts is a magic school."

"..."

Eleven-year-old Riddle has a mature mind far beyond his peers. He is calm and composed, and is wary of strange visitors, until the young Dumbledore shows off his magic and flames burst out of thin air and envelope the old wardrobe.

Riddle, who had all his belongings in the closet, finally lost his cool and roared in horror and anger. He hysterically wanted to hold this weirdo accountable, but found that the flames suddenly disappeared and the closet was intact, but the small items he had stolen were discovered. .

It must be admitted that Riddle was calmed by this hand. He restrained all his sharpness and even became polite, asking about everything about wands, magic, and wizards.

When he was young, Dumbledore had already observed the pure black soul hidden under that skin. His tone was still gentle, but his attitude became tougher: "Theft is not allowed at Hogwarts. At Hogwarts, you not only need to learn How to use magic, but also how to control him..."

"Understood, sir,"

Riddle was keenly aware of his rejection and rejected his colleague's proposal to go to Diagon Alley. He inquired about the location and entrusted the matter of starting school, and the conversation ended.

When Dumbledore said goodbye, Riddle looked at his back and felt in a daze that the summer of 1937 was over, the endless rainy weather was over, and the first eleven years of his boring and gloomy life were over.

A new world opened to him, a world full of strangeness and excitement.

Riddle asked softly: "I can talk to snakes. Is this normal for a wizard?"

Along with the long echo, everything in the memory suddenly blurred, as if the ink dripping into the water was rolling around. Loren and the others saw the remaining pictures zooming away quickly, and they began to rise rapidly. When they came back to their senses, they were already in the In the principal's office, Fox's dark eyes stared at them.

Dumbledore was still sitting behind his desk, his eyelids slightly drooped, as if he was recalling those long-standing memories, and seemed to be concentrating with his eyes closed.

Loren calmed down and suppressed the trance caused by the sudden change of time and space.

Harry was silent. Eleven-year-old Tom Riddle was so outstanding. He was already able to control those instinctive magics. He remained calm in the face of the school professor and calmly proposed to go to Diagon Alley alone. He didn't have any problem at all. It’s strange that that person got the school’s Outstanding Contribution Award.

He came back to his senses and said, "Did Riddle deliberately delay mentioning Parseltongue until the last moment, hoping to calm you down at that time?"

"I think so." Dumbledore opened his eyes and chuckled, "But Parseltongue is not as surprising as he imagined. At least there is one of us now, right?"

"You didn't know Harry at that time, were you really not surprised?" Loren asked.

Dumbledore looked at him silently, and Loren spread his hands and shrugged, indicating that he was just simply curious.

"Of course I was surprised, but I didn't let him see it."

"Hehe..." Loren knew that was the case, "Then, how did he perform after entering the school?"

"He performed well, especially in the first few years. Even I couldn't find fault with him..." Dumbledore took a sip of the teacup and recalled, "After entering Hogwarts, Tom Riddle showed an extremely outstanding talent. He was curious about knowledge, polite to professors, and willing to help his classmates. He got along well with everyone in the school, except me..."

"In the few years at school, he won over a group of loyal... accomplices. I can't find a more appropriate word than this. Not servants, he carefully hid his contempt for others, not friends, Riddle undoubtedly had no feelings for them.

"They formed a force that has been entrenched in Hogwarts for many years. Even after he graduated and left school, this force continued. They are complex. The weak seek shelter, the ambitious want to get some prestige, and the cruel are attracted by the leader who can lead them to pursue a higher form of cruelty. "

"They...are the predecessors of the Death Eaters..."