Probably because he had done many similar things before, Vincent always felt that little Tom's behavior was not sincere and too utilitarian.
"I thought he was an orphan at first, so I never thought there was anything wrong." Dumbledore looked sad.
Almost all the children in this orphanage have been bullied by little Tom.
Beloved pets have been killed, precious things stolen, and taken away from horrific things.
According to Mr. Wayne's original words, this kid had a twisted mentality since he was a child, and he must be a qualified villain when he grows up.
Abusers, liars, thieves...
He tried his best to please Dumbledore, but he just wanted to go to Hogwarts to learn magic.
Reject the kindness of his colleagues in Diagon Alley because he doesn't trust anyone except himself.
"Is my father a wizard? They say his name is Tom Riddle too."
"Sorry, I don't know." Young Dumbledore's voice was gentle.
"My mother can't have magic, otherwise she wouldn't have died -" Little Tom seemed to be saying to himself, "Yes, it must be my father..."
Perhaps the name Tom is too common, and he seems unwilling to be called by his name.
When he knew that Riddle was not a wizard-specific surname, he would probably be even more disgusted with the name.
This may be the reason why Voldemort drew a clear line between himself and Handsome.
Little Tom shook hands with Dumbledore and said goodbye, suddenly saying as if on purpose:
"I can talk to snakes.
When we went hiking in the countryside, I discovered that they found me and talked to me in a low voice.
Is this normal for a wizard?"
Dumbledore hesitated for a moment and said in a very casual tone, "It's rare, but it's not unheard of."
Little Tom quickly hid the disappointment in his eyes.
"Goodbye, Tom, I'll see you at Hogwarts."
The short movie ends here.
Dumbledore, who returned to the real world, looked at Vincent with a complicated expression, "What was your first impression of Tom?"
"Suspicious, selfish, hypocritical, cruel, and domineering."
"Similar to my opinion."
Little Tom was the same as Big Tom a few hours ago, only better disguised.
Voldemort has completely liberated his nature and no longer cares about other people's opinions.
Vincent can probably guess what he went through during this process.
Children who can control magic to some extent before entering school will definitely think that they are special.
Looking for traces of the "wizard father" with great expectations, what I got was the cruel truth about Muggles.
Pursuing the life experience of the "Muggle mother", I got the even crueler truth about the Gaunt family.
My psychology was a bit distorted to begin with, and then I suffered a double blow.
"Professor, the reason why the Gaunt family disappeared..." Vincent did not finish his guess.
Dumbledore knew what this uncertain speculation was about.
"I occasionally go looking for some people recently, some insiders who know the inside story."
"You found it?"
"Not yet, after all, this was half a century ago."
More than fifty years have passed, and trying to find the insider is no less than finding a needle in a haystack.
It's the same even with the help of magic.
Vincent could understand his difficulty.
Not only to find the secret of Voldemort's immortal soul, but also to find out the insider about the disappearance of the Gaunt family.
"By the way, Professor, why didn't you leave your diary just now?"
Dumbledore smiled at him and said, "I already know roughly what magic it is, but I still need some supporting evidence."
Entrusting the soul of a sixteen-year-old in a diary is undoubtedly a very evil black magic.
According to Voldemort's desperate character, there may be more than one soul entrusted to him.
Then if he wants to get the Sword of Gryffindor, he will most likely steal the precious items as trophies like he did in the orphanage.
[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.]
Sixteen-year-old Tom opened the secret room and accidentally killed Myrtle who was hiding in the cubicle crying.
Maybe the sword will be the next item to hold the soul, an item with the same extraordinary significance as the diary.
Dumbledore nodded slightly to Vincent who suddenly understood, "You have also seen that Tom has a collecting hobby like a magpie. Maybe the secret of his immortality lies in those unknown collections."
"Wait a minute, Professor!" Vincent said with a bitter look on his face, "I'm just a young wizard who has been in school for more than a year. I don't have the ability to find Tom's collection!"
"Didn't you find one already?"
"It's just luck!"
"Aren't you Mr. Good Luck?"
"No!" Vincent flatly refused: "I still have to go to school, Professor."
This righteous reason made Dumbledore a little depressed.
As far as he knew, the shop owner at No. 103, Diagon Alley South Street, was an old acquaintance of his that he hadn't seen for many years.
Isn’t it okay to even go abroad to inquire about information?
Less benefits?
"By the way Vincent, do you have any suggestions for a substitute Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"
"It must not be Professor Snape." Vincent almost said through gritted teeth.
"Really?" Dumbledore looked at him with a smile.
"Okay, I'll find a way to find Tom's collection."
Victor is the leader of the American vampires and should have many channels for gathering information.
Your principal is indeed your principal, and he was able to discover this little secret.
For the sake of the many things he has to investigate, and for the sake of his teacher Grindelwald, Vincent will reluctantly agree this time.
"Oh - please let Harry come here, please."
"good."
After Vincent left the principal's office, Dumbledore began to frown again.
Snape's character may have some minor problems, but his teaching level has always been top-notch.
We need to find substitute professors, and we also need to find regular professors for the next academic year.
It’s difficult!
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Court of Owls Room.
As soon as Vincent entered, countless bright fireworks were set off inside.
A large banner took up almost the entire ceiling.
He raised his eyes and the corners of his mouth twitched unnaturally.
I haven't slept for two days and one night. I'm very tired and sleepy, okay?
Throwing a party?
After he's done looking for someone, he's going to rest.
"Report to the President!" Fred saluted him with a straight face, "The supplies have been arranged and we guarantee that the party can last until night!"
No, it can't be like this...
George pushed him to a high platform in the middle, "President, please speak!"
We are at a dead end...
Vincent looked at the enthusiastic members below and couldn't help but regret agreeing to Percy's founding of this club.
What I regret even more is meeting Fred and George, a pair of treasures.
What I regret most is that I didn't leave the principal's office quickly just now.
He cleared his throat slightly, "Well then - the party begins!"
No matter how regretful you are, you still have to move on.
The threat of this year should have been lifted, and you can finally enjoy campus life in the remaining time.