People of different races can quarrel for thousands of years, let alone wizards and Muggles who are more like different species.
"This is your problem." Dumbledore looked at Vincent with a smile,
"Tom's idea is very simple and straightforward. He wants to enslave Muggles just like other magical creatures."
Vincent thought of the Wiccan Party.
Perhaps leadership is the most appropriate.
If Grindelwald had not gone to extremes, there might not have been a suitable environment for Voldemort to survive.
"Professor, I seem to have seen a vague answer."
"Keep going and you will eventually get the complete answer."
Mrs. Cole drank a full glass of gin, and young Dumbledore immediately struck while the iron was hot.
"Can you tell me about Tom Riddle's life experience? He was born in this orphanage, right?"
"That's right." Mrs. Cole poured herself another glass of gin, "I remember clearly, it was the first New Year's Eve when I first came to work here.
It was snowing outside and freezing cold, and the girl, not much older than me, stumbled up the front steps."
Alas - we have experienced this kind of thing a lot."
Mrs. Cole's eyes became sad, "We helped her in and gave birth to the baby in less than an hour.
Less than an hour later she was dead." The full gin was emptied again.
"Did she say anything before she died?" Dumbledore said calmly, "For example, the boy's father."
"Yes, she said." Mrs. Cole picked up the bottle of gin, "I remember she said she wanted the child to look like his father.
To be honest, she was right to hope so, because she didn't look very good herself.
Then she told me that the child's name was Tom after her father, and her middle name was Marvolo after her father.
A weird name, right?"
In "Twelfth Night" by the famous Muggle playwright Shakespeare, there is a narcissistic butler named Malvolio.
Marvolo——Malvolio
The pronunciation is very similar, which is really weird.
"We all wondered if she was from the circus, and she said the boy's last name was Riddle."
The corners of Mrs. Cole's eyes were moist, "Then she said nothing more and died soon after."
She wiped away tears with the back of her hand.
"Later, we named the child according to what she said.
The poor girl seemed to take this very seriously, but no Tom, Marvolo or Riddle family ever came to see her, and no relatives were seen, until today."
Young Dumbledore was a little moved.
"He's a queer boy." Mrs. Cole poured herself a full glass of gin.
"Yes, I guessed it too."
He never cried as a baby, just like Vincent.
But he is a time traveler, so is Tom?
Dumbledore asked gently: "Weird? In what way is it weird?"
"He asked others -" Mrs. Cole suddenly closed her mouth, her eyes no longer trance-like.
"He can definitely study in your school, right?"
"affim."
"No matter what I say, it's not going to change that?"
"Won't."
"No matter what happens, you will take him away?"
Dumbledore said with a serious face, "No matter what happens."
Mrs. Cole squinted her eyes and looked at him again, and it took her longer than the first time to decide and believe him.
"He made other kids scared."
"You mean, he likes to bully others?"
"It feels like it." Mrs. Cole frowned slightly, "But it's difficult to catch him on the spot. There have even been some accidents and some vicious incidents..."
Dumbledore didn't rush her, but waited patiently for her to drink a full glass of gin.
Will rabbits hang from the rafters by themselves?
Will snakes appear in groups in small caves?
Although her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were extraordinarily calm, "When people here see him leaving, maybe they will all clap their hands and cheer."
"I'm sure you can understand that we won't let him stay in school all the time." Dumbledore looked embarrassed, "He will come back here every summer vacation."
"Of course I can understand." Mrs. Cole burped slightly. "It's much better than being snagged with a rusty poker."
She stood up steadily, "I guess you must really want to see him, right?"
"I really want to." Dumbledore also stood up.
Walk out of the office, step onto the stone stairs, turn to the platform on the third floor, and stop at the door of the first room in the corridor.
Although this place is extremely depressing, all the children I encounter are full of energy and are obviously well cared for.
"We're here." Mrs. Cole knocked on the door twice and led Dumbledore into the room.
"Tom, someone is here to see you.
This is Mr Dumbleton - sorry, it's Mr Dumbleton, he's here to tell you - well, let him tell you."
It was empty inside, without any decoration.
An old wardrobe, a wooden chair, and a small iron bed make up this room.
A boy with black hair and black eyes was sitting on a gray blanket, with his short legs stretched out in front of him and a book in his hand.
11-year-old Tom is a bit handsome, and his mother's last wish has finally come true.
"Hello, Tom." Dumbledore stepped forward and extended his hand.
Tom looked at him with squinted eyes.
Maybe it was too fashionable, his handsome little face was obviously stunned.
After a wary handshake, Dumbledore pulled the wooden chair next to Tom.
Vincent always felt that they were very similar to the inpatient and the visitor.
Because after hearing the name of the professor, little Tom became fierce.
"What are you doing here?" His little finger pointed to the door that Mrs. Cole had just left and closed. "Did she ask you to come over and check me out?"
"no."
"I don't believe you. She always wanted someone to see me, right? Tell the truth!"
Little Tom's last words were particularly fierce, still in a commanding tone.
Dumbledore did not answer, but continued to smile kindly.
"Who are you?"
"I already told you, I am Professor Dumbledore.
I work at a school called Hogwarts, and I'm here to invite you to study in my school, your new school."
[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. www. Android and Apple are available.]
Little Tom stood up abruptly and moved away from him with an annoyed expression.
"You can't lie to me! Are you from a lunatic asylum?
Professor? I’m telling you right now, I won’t go!”
"I'm not from a madhouse." Dumbledore patiently explained:
"I am a teacher, and if you can sit down calmly, I will tell you some interesting things about Hogwarts.
Of course, if you don’t want to go to school, no one will force you—"
"I want to see who dares!" Little Tom's tone was quite contemptuous.
Dumbledore was not threatened by him, "Hogwarts is a school specifically for children with special talents."
"I'm not crazy!"
"I know you are not crazy. Hogwarts is not a school for crazy people, but a school of magic."
"Magic?" Little Tom was silent.
When Dumbledore proved the existence of magic and proved that he could use magic, his attitude changed 180 degrees.
He was fierce just now, but now he is polite.
The little mouth is even smeared with honey, the one on the left is from the gentleman and the one on the right is from the professor.
Vincent thought that if it were him, he would probably take little Tom to a lunatic asylum first.
It has to be Arkham, and the diagnostician has to be Batman.