Chapter 1445 Out of Control Magic

For a trained wizard, it is actually not too difficult to do what Riddle said. Fast updates and no ads.

However, considering that he is only eleven years old, has not yet gone to school, and does not even have a magic wand, he can already control his magic power to do what he wants to do. This talent is terrifyingly strong, which shows that Riddle has powerful magic power And magic control, far beyond the level that normal wizards should have.

Ivan didn't know anyone who could do this, probably not even Dumbledore.

Riddle's ancestor, Salazar Slytherin's powerful magical talents are perfectly displayed in him.

For thousands of years, the Gunter family's efforts to insist on interbreeding and maintain bloodline integrity have finally paid off.

This kind of magical talent against the sky should never appear in this era.

Of course, it shouldn't even appear on Riddle.

But everything has been forged, and the cause and effect have been formed. Even if Riddle hadn't gone to Hogwarts to study, he would have become the Dark Lord, and perhaps even more terrifying, becoming the strongest silent person in history.

Power out of control can only bring disaster.

Aiwen had a little understanding of this, and the rise of Voldemort was inevitable.

In the room, Riddle finished his skills in one breath.

His legs were shaking, he staggered forward, sat on the bed again, lowered his head, stared at his hands, as if praying.

"I've known I'm different," he said to his trembling hands. "I've known I'm special. I've known there's something in it."

"Yes, your idea is not wrong." Dumbledore said, he restrained his smile, frowned slightly, and looked at Riddle intently, "You are a wizard."

Riddle looked up, and his face changed suddenly: there was a kind of wild joy.

Yet somehow, instead of making him look better, it made his delicate features suddenly rough.

That expression was like a wild beast, terrifying, making people feel inexplicable fear and uneasiness, maybe this was his true face.

"You're a wizard too?" he asked eagerly.

"Yes."

"Prove it to me." Riddle said immediately, his tone as domineering as the sentence just now.

Young Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, as if thinking.

"If, as I understand it, you agree to go to Hogwarts..."

"Of course I agree!"

"Then you're going to call me Professor or Sir."

Riddle's expression froze for a moment, and then he said suddenly in a tone of very different politeness, "I'm sorry, sir. I mean, Professor, can you show me..."

If other wizards were here, they might flatly reject Riddle's request.

But Dumbledore is different. Based on Ivan's understanding of him, Riddle, who is overjoyed at this moment, has successfully attracted the attention of the principal. This will probably become the most annoying thing for him for many years to come.

Dumbledore took out his wand from the inner pocket of his suit jacket, pointed at the dilapidated wardrobe in the corner, waved it casually, and the wardrobe immediately caught fire.

Riddle jumped to his feet, yelping in terror and rage.

It is conceivable that all his belongings are probably in that wardrobe, which is probably all his belongings.

However, just as Riddle was about to question Dumbledore, the flames suddenly disappeared, leaving the wardrobe intact.

Riddle looked at the wardrobe, then at Dumbledore.

Then, pointing at the wand, his expression became greedy.

"Where can I get one?"

"It will come then," said Dumbledore. "There seems to be something trying to get out of your wardrobe."

Sure enough, there was a faint clicking sound from the closet, as if something was about to come out.

For the first time, Riddle showed a look of panic, looking at Dumbledore uneasily.

"Open the door," said Dumbledore commandingly.

Riddle hesitated, then walked over and slammed the closet door open.

A few worn out clothes on a clothes rail, and on the top shelf above, a small cardboard box rattling and rattling with what appeared to be some crazy rats inside .

"Bring it out," said Dumbledore.

Riddle looked bewildered as he unloaded the wobbly box.

"Is there something in that chest that you shouldn't have?" Dumbledore asked.

Riddle took a deep look at Dumbledore with clear, prudent eyes, his expression calm and unchanged.

"Yes, I think so, sir," he said at last in a dry voice.

"Open it," said Dumbledore.

Riddle opened the lid and dumped the contents on his bed without looking.

Ivan and Harry took two steps forward, only to see a bunch of ordinary things scattered on the bed.

Among them was a wandering reel, a silver thimble, and a tarnished harmonica.

They stopped trembling as soon as they left the box, and lay obediently on the thin blanket, motionless.

"You are to return these things to their owners and apologize to them," said Dumbledore calmly, slipping his wand into his coat pocket, "I will know if you did, and I must warn you: Stealing will not be tolerated at Hogwarts, it will never be allowed."

There was no trace of shame on Riddle's face, he was still staring at Dumbledore coldly, as if weighing him.

Finally, he said in a dry voice, "Got it, sir."

"At Hogwarts!" continued Dumbledore, "we teach you not only to use magic, but also to control it. You used your magic in that way, unintentionally, I believe, but we The school will never teach and will never tolerate. You are not the first to let your magic get out of control, and you will not be the last, but you should know that Hogwarts can expel students, and the Ministry of Magic , yes, there is a Ministry of Magic, which punishes lawbreakers in a harsher way. Every new wizard must accept that once he enters our world, he must obey our laws."

"Understood, sir." Riddle said again.

It was hard to know what was going on in his head, and it was hard to tell if he took Dumbledore's words to heart.

His face was still expressionless as he put the small pile of stolen goods back into the cardboard box.

After tidying up, he turned around and said to Dumbledore unceremoniously, "I have no money."

"That's easy to solve." Dumbledore said, taking a leather purse out of his pocket, "Hogwarts has a fund for those who need funding to buy textbooks and school robes. Some of your Magic books can only be bought second-hand, but..."

"Where can I buy spellbooks?" Riddle interrupted Dumbledore.

He took the purse without even thanking him, and was looking at a thick gold Galleon carefully.

"In Diagon Alley," said Dumbledore. "I've brought your bibliography and school supply list, and I can help you get everything together..."

"You want to accompany me?" Riddle raised his head and asked vigilantly.

"Of course, if you..."

"I don't need you!" said Riddle, interrupting Dumbledore again. "I'm used to doing things by myself. I'm always running around London by myself."