v2 Chapter 1374： Riddle's ability

Harry seemed to want to say something, but Dumbledore made a banned gesture and there was something to go up to.

They followed Mrs. Cole out of the office, walked up the stone stairs, and walked and shouted and accused her helpers and children.

The orphans were all wearing gray tunic robes, and they all looked reasonably taken care of, but there was no doubt that growing up in this place, the atmosphere was very gloomy and depressed. This orphanage is a fairly old building. The pattern and decoration inside give a feeling of gloom.

The light is not enough, even if the time is close to noon, it is still full of cold and dark.

Looking at their orphans from every room, the eyes that are not radiant...

undefined"We are here," said Mrs. Cole.

They turned a corner on the stairs on the third floor and stopped at the door of the first room in a long corridor.

She knocked on the door and went in.

"Tom? Someone came to see you. This is Mr. Dumbleton, sorry, Mr. Deng Debo. He came to tell you... Hey, let him tell you."

Avon, Harry and two Dumbledore walked into the room together, and Mrs. Cole closed the door behind them.

This is an empty, undecorated cottage with only an old closet and an iron bed.

A boy sits on a gray blanket with two long legs in front and a book in his hand.

Tom Riddle enjoys a single room treatment, but it looks more like a prison room.

Ai Wen looked closely at Tom Riddle. He couldn't see the shadow of the Gunter family on his face. Merop's last words became reality: he was a miniature version of his handsome father. For an eleven-year-old child, his weight is high, his hair is dark and his face is pale.

This is a very handsome and very flattering child. From the outside, this is his first impression.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at Dumbledore's weird look and dress.

No one talked for a while, the atmosphere in the room was silent and quirky.

"It's a bad memory." A low voice rang in Evan's ear.

He turned his head and saw the fifteen-year-old Riddle's fuzzy figure floating beside him, disappearing in a flash!

This guy, since the last semester of the Ministry of Magic, Ivan has never seen him again.

But he must have existed, he can only live on that ring, and Dumbledore has been carrying the ring.

At that moment, Ai Wen felt that this guy seemed to be a bit different!

Where is not the same, he can't say it, he almost flashed in front of Ai Wen.

Evan looked at Dumbledore again. He didn't get any response. Just like using the confusion spell and the soul-taking, the headmaster didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He didn't seem to notice the fifteen-year-old Riddle's soul. After that, Ai Wen's gaze finally fell on his hand with a ring, and the spell on it was particularly dazzling.

Harry also looked back at the question and looked at Ai Wen, and turned his head to pay attention to the conversation between Dumbledore and Riddle.

"Hello, Tom." Dumbledore said as he stepped forward and reached out.

The boy hesitated, then reached out and shook hands.

Dumbledore pulled a hard wooden chair to Riddle, so they looked like an inpatient and a visitor.

"I am Professor Dumbledore."

"Professor?" Riddle repeated. He showed a very alert look. He pointed to the door that Mr. Cole had just left. "Is it like a doctor? What are you doing here? Is she asking you to give it?" I checked and checked?"

"No, no." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"I don't believe you," Riddle said. "She wants people to show me the disease, isn't it? Tell the truth!"

The last three words he said were fierce and loud, and the momentum was scary.

This is an order. It seems that he has made such orders many times before.

He suddenly widened his eyes and stared at Dumbledore with a sultry temper, and Dumbledore did not answer, but continued to smile slyly. After a few seconds, Riddle's gaze relaxed, but He seems to be more alert.

"Who are you? To be honest, don't try to lie to me, I can see it." Still the tone of the order.

"I have told you, I am Professor Dumbledore, I work in a school called Hogwarts. I invite you to my school, your new school to study, if you wish. "

After listening to this, Riddle's reaction was surprisingly unexpected.

He jumped out of bed and walked back to Dumbledore, looking very angry.

"You can't lie to me! You came from the madhouse, are you? Professor, hey, yes, tell you, I won't go, understand? The **** old demon should go to the madhouse. I simply I didn't think about Amy Benson and Dennis Bishop. They are crazy if they are crazy. You can ask them yourself, they will tell you!"

"I didn't come from the madhouse." Dumbledore patiently said, "I am a teacher. If you can sit down calmly, I will tell you about Hogwarts. Of course, if you don't want to. Going to that school, no one will force you!"

"Hey, I want to see who dares!" Riddle said scornfully.

"Hogwarts," continued Dumbledore, and did not seem to hear Riddle's last words. "It is a school dedicated to people with special talents."

"I am not crazy!"

"I know you are not crazy, Hogwarts is not a crazy school, but a magic school."

Silence, silence, silence.

Riddle seemed to be stunned and his face was expressionless.

His eyes quickly swept through Dumbledore's eyes, seeming to see from one of them that he was lying.

Is this a normal 11-year-old boy should have a reaction? Absolutely not!

But is the young Riddle a normal boy? Absolutely not!

If you can change history, Evan hopes that the young Dumbledore will now turn away.

No matter how you look at it, this guy in front of you is extremely abnormal, even if it is measured by the wizard.

"Magic?" Riddle repeated softly. "You mean magic?"

"Not bad," said Dumbledore.

"My innate ability is, um, magic?"

"What kind of skills do you have?" Dumbledore asked.

"All sorts and all kinds." Riddle said in a low voice, the excited blush spread quickly from his neck to his cheeks. He looked very excited. "Beyond your imagination, I don't touch it." I can make things move, I can let the animals listen to me without training. Whoever makes me angry, I can make people unlucky, I can easily hurt them if I want to."

Ok, this is really strong, very Voldemort, the most famous and powerful black wizard in history.