Chapter 1442 The Orphanage and the Gentle Approach

Young Dumbledore crossed the street, and the three followed him at a distance.

At last they passed through a large iron gate and entered a bare yard.

Behind the courtyard is a boxy, gloomy 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 in his childhood.

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

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

A moment later a scruffy girl in an apron opened the door.

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

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

She turned her head and cried out, and a voice in the distance shouted back, and the girl turned to Dumbledore again.

"Come in, sir, she'll be right here."

Ivan, Harry, and Dumbledore followed him into a foyer covered with black and white tiles when he was young. The whole room looked shabby, but it was very tidy and spotless. The weary woman walked quickly towards them.

Her face was chiseled and looked more anxious than menacing.

As she walked towards Dumbledore, she turned to order another helper in an apron.

"Brought the iodine upstairs to Martha, Billy Stubbs scratched his scabs, and Eric Walley's blood stained the sheets. Unlucky chicken pox !” She seemed to speak into the air, when her eyes fell on Dumbledore, and she stopped abruptly.

She looked astonished, as if she had seen a giraffe pass her threshold.

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

Mrs. Cole stared 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 today."

Mrs. Cole blinked her eyes. She seemed to have decided that Dumbledore was not her hallucination, so she cheered up and said, "Oh, yes, Mr. Dumbledore's letter, yes, that's right! Okay, okay Well, you'd better come to my room, yes..."

She led Dumbledore into a small room that seemed to be half a living room and half an office. It was as shabby as the entrance hall, and the furniture was very old and did not match. She seated Dumbledore in a rickety chair while she sat behind a cluttered desk and eyed him nervously.

"I have already told you in the letter that I am here to discuss Tom Riddle with you and arrange a future for him," said Dumbledore.

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

"No, I'm a teacher," said Dumbledore. "I've come to ask Tom to study at our school."

"Then what kind of school is this?"

"The name of the school is Hogwarts," said Dumbledore.

Obviously, Mrs. Cole had never heard of such a place, and the look of suspicion on her face was even stronger.

Scammers use this kind of excuse to cheat children away, and they can do anything when they go out, and such sensational reports can always be seen in newspapers.

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

"Why are you interested in Tom?"

"We think he has some of the qualities we're looking for."

"You mean he won a scholarship? How? He never applied."

"Oh, our school put his name on record as soon as he was born."

"Who registered him? His parents?"

There is no doubt that Mrs. Cole is a very shrewd and somewhat troublesome woman.

Dumbledore obviously thought so too, and instead of continuing to answer her question, he drew his wand from the pocket of his velvet suit, and at the same time picked up a completely blank sheet of paper from Mrs Cole's desk.

"Here." He handed her the piece of paper, waving his wand. "I think it will all be clear if you look at this."

Mrs. Cole's eyes wandered for a moment, and then she focused again.

She looked at the blank paper seriously for a while, this hand is really beautiful, perfect spirit induction magic.

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

One thing is certain, this is definitely not the magic that the Ministry of Magic allows wizards to use.

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

"It seems to be completely in line with the procedure." Mrs. Cole said calmly, returning the paper to Dumbledore.

Then her eyes fell on a bottle of gin and two glasses, which must not have been there a few seconds before.

"Well, may I buy you a gin?" she said in a particularly suave voice.

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

It was evident that Mrs Cole was no stranger to gin.

She filled their glasses to the brim, and drank her own in one gulp.

She smacked her lips undisguisedly and smiled at Dumbledore for the first time, who immediately struck while the iron was hot.

"I wonder if you can tell me about Tom Riddle's life experience? He seems to have been born in this orphanage?"

Obviously, judging from Dumbledore's familiarity, he is not a novice...

Induced magic with relaxing gin and almost no trace of spellcasting.

God, don't say that Dumbledore just wants to know about Riddle, he can now easily ask Mrs. Cole everything he is interested in, anything, and this approach is still so gentle.

If other wizards are here, they may come directly!

Veritaserum or Cruciatus, these are the methods that dark wizards like.

"Yes, that kid grew up here," said Mrs. Cole, pouring herself some more gin. On New Year's Eve, it was snowing outside, it was freezing cold, a night of bad weather. The girl, not much older than I was at the time, was weak and emaciated, she had suffered, I don't know how she kept going, she staggered up the front steps. Well, we've been through it a lot. We got her in, and within an hour she had a baby, and within an hour she was dead. "