Chapter 353 Tom Marvolo Riddle
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Different races can quarrel for thousands of years, let alone wizards and muggles who are more like different species.
"This is your problem." Dumbledore smiled and looked at Vincent,
"Tom's idea is very simple and straightforward, to enslave Muggles like other magical creatures."
Vincent thought of the voodoo party.
Perhaps leadership is the best fit.
If Grindelwald hadn't gone to extremes at the beginning, there might not have been a soil suitable for Voldemort's survival.
"Professor, I seem to see a vague answer."
"Keep going, and you will eventually get a complete answer."
Mrs. Cole finished a full glass of gin, and young Dumbledore struck while the iron was hot.
"Can you tell me about Tom Riddle? Was he born in this orphanage?"
"That's right." Mrs. Cole poured herself another glass of gin, "I remember it clearly, it was the first New Year's Eve when I first came to work here.
It was snowing outside and it was freezing cold, and the girl, not much older than I, staggered up the front steps. "
Alas - we have been through a lot of this kind of thing. "
Mrs. Cole's eyes became sad, "We helped her in, and the baby was born in less than an hour.
Less than an hour later, she died. ’ The full gin was emptied again.
"Did she say anything before she died?" Dumbledore said calmly, "like the boy's father."
"Yes, she said." Mrs. Cole held up the bottle of gin, "I remember she said she wanted the child to look like his father.
To tell the truth, she was right to hope so, because she herself was not very good-looking.
Then she told me that the baby would be called Tom after her father, and Marvolo would be her middle name after her father.
A wacky name, right? "
In No. 12 Nights by Shakespeare, a famous Muggle dramatist, 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 didn't say anything, and died soon."
She wiped away tears with the back of her hand.
"Afterwards, we named the baby according to what she said.
The poor girl seemed to take it very seriously, but no one from Tom, Marvolo, or Riddles ever came to see him, nor did he see any relatives, to this day. "
Young Dumbledore was a little moved.
"He's a queer boy." Mrs. Cole poured herself a full glass of gin.
"Yeah, I guessed it too."
Never cried as a baby, like Vincent.
But he is a time traveler, so is Tom?
Dumbledore asked gently: "Weird? What kind of weirdness is it?"
"He made other—" Mrs. Cole suddenly closed her mouth, her eyes no longer in a trance.
"Surely he can go to your school, can't he?"
"affim."
"No matter what I say, won't that change that?"
"will not."
"No matter what happens, you will take him away?"
Dumbledore said seriously, "Whatever happens."
Mrs. Cole looked at him again with squinted eyes, and it took longer than the beginning to decide to believe.
"He scares the other kids."
"You mean, he likes to bully people?"
"It feels like it is." Mrs. Cole frowned slightly, "but it is very difficult for you to catch him on the spot, and there have even been some accidents, some vicious incidents..."
Dumbledore didn't push, and waited patiently for her to finish a full glass of gin.
Will the rabbit hang itself on the beam?
Snakes will appear in small caves together?
Although her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were extremely calm, "When the people here see him leave, maybe they will all clap their hands and cheer."
"I'm sure you can understand that we won't let him stay in school forever." Dumbledore showed embarrassment, "He will come back here every summer vacation."
"Of course I can understand." Mrs. Cole hiccupped softly, "It's much better than being sniffed with a rusty poker."
She stood up steadily, "I guess you must really want to see him?"
"I really want to." Dumbledore also stood up.
Walk out of the office, step on the stone stairs, turn to the platform on the third floor, and stop at the door of the first room in the corridor.
Although it is particularly depressing here, all the children I met were full of energy and were 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, Mr. Dumbledore, to tell you—well, let him tell you. "
It was empty inside, without any decorations.
An old wardrobe, a wooden chair, and a small iron bed make up this room.
A boy with black hair and black eyes sat on a gray blanket with his short legs stretched out in front of him, holding a book in his hand.
11-year-old Tom is a little handsome, and his mother's last wish has finally come true.
"Hello, Tom." Dumbledore stepped forward and held out his hand.
Tom squinted at him.
Maybe it was too fashionable, the handsome little face was obviously stunned.
After a wary handshake, Dumbledore pulled the wooden chair beside Tom.
Vincent always felt that they were like inpatients and visitors.
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 on me?"
"no."
"I don't believe you. She's been trying to get me to see a doctor, hasn't she? Tell the truth!"
Little Tom's last sentence was particularly fierce, and he used a commanding tone.
Dumbledore didn't answer, but continued to smile kindly.
"who are you?"
"As I told you, I am Professor Dumbledore.
I work at a school called Hogwarts, and I've come to invite you to study at my school—your new school. "
Little Tom jumped to his feet, and looked away from him with an angry look.
"You can't fool me! Are you from the madhouse?
professor?I'll tell you right now, I'm not going! "
"I didn't come from the madhouse." Dumbledore explained patiently:
"I'm a teacher, and if you'll sit down calmly, I'll tell you something funny about Hogwarts.
Of course, if you don't want to go to school, no one will force-"
"I'd like to see who dares!" Little Tom said contemptuously.
Dumbledore was not threatened by him, "Hogwarts is a school for children with special talents."
"I'm not crazy!"
"I know you're not crazy. Hogwarts is not a school for madmen, 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.
There is even honey on the small mouth, a gentleman on the left and a professor on the right.
Vincent thought that if it was him, he would take little Tom to the madhouse first.
It had to be Arkham, and the diagnostician had to be Batman.
……
……
"This is your problem." Dumbledore smiled and looked at Vincent,
"Tom's idea is very simple and straightforward, to enslave Muggles like other magical creatures."
Vincent thought of the voodoo party.
Perhaps leadership is the best fit.
If Grindelwald hadn't gone to extremes at the beginning, there might not have been a soil suitable for Voldemort's survival.
"Professor, I seem to see a vague answer."
"Keep going, and you will eventually get a complete answer."
Mrs. Cole finished a full glass of gin, and young Dumbledore struck while the iron was hot.
"Can you tell me about Tom Riddle? Was he born in this orphanage?"
"That's right." Mrs. Cole poured herself another glass of gin, "I remember it clearly, it was the first New Year's Eve when I first came to work here.
It was snowing outside and it was freezing cold, and the girl, not much older than I, staggered up the front steps. "
Alas - we have been through a lot of this kind of thing. "
Mrs. Cole's eyes became sad, "We helped her in, and the baby was born in less than an hour.
Less than an hour later, she died. ’ The full gin was emptied again.
"Did she say anything before she died?" Dumbledore said calmly, "like the boy's father."
"Yes, she said." Mrs. Cole held up the bottle of gin, "I remember she said she wanted the child to look like his father.
To tell the truth, she was right to hope so, because she herself was not very good-looking.
Then she told me that the baby would be called Tom after her father, and Marvolo would be her middle name after her father.
A wacky name, right? "
In No. 12 Nights by Shakespeare, a famous Muggle dramatist, 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 didn't say anything, and died soon."
She wiped away tears with the back of her hand.
"Afterwards, we named the baby according to what she said.
The poor girl seemed to take it very seriously, but no one from Tom, Marvolo, or Riddles ever came to see him, nor did he see any relatives, to this day. "
Young Dumbledore was a little moved.
"He's a queer boy." Mrs. Cole poured herself a full glass of gin.
"Yeah, I guessed it too."
Never cried as a baby, like Vincent.
But he is a time traveler, so is Tom?
Dumbledore asked gently: "Weird? What kind of weirdness is it?"
"He made other—" Mrs. Cole suddenly closed her mouth, her eyes no longer in a trance.
"Surely he can go to your school, can't he?"
"affim."
"No matter what I say, won't that change that?"
"will not."
"No matter what happens, you will take him away?"
Dumbledore said seriously, "Whatever happens."
Mrs. Cole looked at him again with squinted eyes, and it took longer than the beginning to decide to believe.
"He scares the other kids."
"You mean, he likes to bully people?"
"It feels like it is." Mrs. Cole frowned slightly, "but it is very difficult for you to catch him on the spot, and there have even been some accidents, some vicious incidents..."
Dumbledore didn't push, and waited patiently for her to finish a full glass of gin.
Will the rabbit hang itself on the beam?
Snakes will appear in small caves together?
Although her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were extremely calm, "When the people here see him leave, maybe they will all clap their hands and cheer."
"I'm sure you can understand that we won't let him stay in school forever." Dumbledore showed embarrassment, "He will come back here every summer vacation."
"Of course I can understand." Mrs. Cole hiccupped softly, "It's much better than being sniffed with a rusty poker."
She stood up steadily, "I guess you must really want to see him?"
"I really want to." Dumbledore also stood up.
Walk out of the office, step on the stone stairs, turn to the platform on the third floor, and stop at the door of the first room in the corridor.
Although it is particularly depressing here, all the children I met were full of energy and were 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, Mr. Dumbledore, to tell you—well, let him tell you. "
It was empty inside, without any decorations.
An old wardrobe, a wooden chair, and a small iron bed make up this room.
A boy with black hair and black eyes sat on a gray blanket with his short legs stretched out in front of him, holding a book in his hand.
11-year-old Tom is a little handsome, and his mother's last wish has finally come true.
"Hello, Tom." Dumbledore stepped forward and held out his hand.
Tom squinted at him.
Maybe it was too fashionable, the handsome little face was obviously stunned.
After a wary handshake, Dumbledore pulled the wooden chair beside Tom.
Vincent always felt that they were like inpatients and visitors.
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 on me?"
"no."
"I don't believe you. She's been trying to get me to see a doctor, hasn't she? Tell the truth!"
Little Tom's last sentence was particularly fierce, and he used a commanding tone.
Dumbledore didn't answer, but continued to smile kindly.
"who are you?"
"As I told you, I am Professor Dumbledore.
I work at a school called Hogwarts, and I've come to invite you to study at my school—your new school. "
Little Tom jumped to his feet, and looked away from him with an angry look.
"You can't fool me! Are you from the madhouse?
professor?I'll tell you right now, I'm not going! "
"I didn't come from the madhouse." Dumbledore explained patiently:
"I'm a teacher, and if you'll sit down calmly, I'll tell you something funny about Hogwarts.
Of course, if you don't want to go to school, no one will force-"
"I'd like to see who dares!" Little Tom said contemptuously.
Dumbledore was not threatened by him, "Hogwarts is a school for children with special talents."
"I'm not crazy!"
"I know you're not crazy. Hogwarts is not a school for madmen, 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.
There is even honey on the small mouth, a gentleman on the left and a professor on the right.
Vincent thought that if it was him, he would take little Tom to the madhouse first.
It had to be Arkham, and the diagnostician had to be Batman.
……
……
