Hogwarts: I've acquired the Father System

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He said softly, "The process of obtaining this ring was somewhat complicated, and I must admit that you played a significant role in it, Darren."

Without you, I might have died there. It was such a terrifying journey...

But I can't say tonight, let's sort out our memories first.

I remember showing you Gropp's experience in the last lesson.

Then here is another person’s testimony… He confirmed that Gropp lived in London after Tom Riddle left.

She sold the Slytherin locket for over a dozen Galleons, just so they could survive...

However, after Tom Riddle ran away, Gropp never picked up her wand again.

She didn't even seem to have the idea of ​​picking up a wand to save her own life... She didn't want to be a witch anymore... "

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Chapter 643 The Key That I Couldn't Figure Out!!

“Very good, I’m glad to see that you haven’t lost focus and have listened to so much of what I have to say. Now, we will enter my memories.”

Dumbledore said with a smile.

Darren and the others were put into the Pensieve by him.

At this time, Dumbledore was still a middle-aged man with completely black hair.

He was wearing an elegant crimson velvet suit.

"I will be going to the orphanage where Voldemort is staying. I hope you will observe carefully, as I will have a series of questions to ask you."

"Dumbledore said."

Then they went into an orphanage.

Mrs. Cole was in charge of the orphanage.

Darren felt that this Mrs. Cole was much better than his Mrs. Linda, who had just transmigrated.

At the very least, they would responsibly check which school Dumbledore attended.

Unlike his wife, Linda, who only wanted money.

After Dumbledore finally calmed Mrs. Cole down.

Mrs. Cole brought him before Voldemort.

Of course, along the way, the lady would inevitably tell Dumbledore about Voldemort's strangeness.

There's also the matter of Voldemort's mother, Gropp.

"Here we are!"

After Mrs. Cole finished speaking, she pushed open a door.

"Tom, someone's here to see you. You two, Mr. Dumbledore, can chat amongst yourselves!"

She finished saying those words.

Then they separated them while drinking alcohol.

The furnishings inside the room were equally pitiful.

A cabinet, a bed, and a chair.

The only good thing was that Tom had a gray blanket, and he was sitting on it reading.

He looks a lot like his father, but he's definitely not as likable as his father.

This is a feeling in one's heart.

Tom always gives the impression that he's up to no good.

Or perhaps a little cunning.

When Dumbledore went in, he shook hands with Tom.

"Hello, I am Dumbledore. You can call me Professor Dumbledore!"

"Professor? Were you invited by her to treat me? Tell the truth, were you?"

Tom glared fiercely at Dumbledore.

It seems like they often use this commanding tone when speaking to others.

Dumbledore smiled but said nothing.

He then softened his tone, but seemed more wary as he said, "She always thinks I have mental problems. She wanted to send me to a mental hospital, but I didn't do anything to them. You can go ask them yourself!"

Tom said angrily.

Dumbledore then calmly said, "I'm not from an asylum, as I just told you. I'm a professor from a school."

Of course, you can refuse to attend this school; no one can force you.

"I'd like to see who dares to do it."

Tom said dismissively.

"Hogwarts! It's a school specifically for people with special abilities, and it's also a school for learning magic!"

"Magic! The abilities you're describing that I possess are magic?"

Tom was immediately thrilled.

What are your abilities?

"I have a lot of things. I can make objects float. I don't need to train animals to obey my commands. Whoever angers me, I can make them suffer. If I want, I can make them hurt!"

Tom said excitedly.

He looked at his palm with an expression of disbelief.

"I've always known I'm special, and I've always known I don't belong here!"

He said it with fervor.

“Yes, you are a webmaster,” Dumbledore said calmly.

"You too? Prove it to me!"

Darren watched as Dumbledore waved his wand, and Tom's cabinet caught fire.

Tom shouted loudly.

Interspersed throughout are clashes between Dumbledore and Tom.

For example, Dumbledore told Tom that if he wanted to attend Hogwarts, he would have to address him as Professor or Mr.

For example, when Dumbledore questioned Tom about whether there were things in the cupboard that didn't belong to him.

Dumbledore made Tom pour it out and return it to everyone, and make him apologize to everyone.

Darren noticed that although Tom's face remained calm, a hint of humiliation flashed in his eyes.

Clearly, he regarded Chublido as the last person who had humiliated him.

Finally, the way he asked Dumbledore for money was shameless, highlighting his self-righteousness and his lack of need for Dumbledore to accompany him to Diagon Alley to buy things.

"Just tell me the address!"

Dumbledore gave him an address but didn't insist on staying with him.

"This is the address, the Leaky Cauldron. The Muggles around you can't see it. Once you're inside, you can ask the bar owner, Tom. He's named Tom, just like you. Tom is extremely annoyed and disgusted."

"You don't like being called Tom?"

"Of course, there are too many people with that name. By the way, is my father a wizard? His name is Tom Riddle. My mother probably isn't, otherwise she wouldn't have died."

Finally, as they shook hands to say goodbye, Tom Riddle suddenly said, "I can talk to snakes. Do you think that's normal for a wizard when we go on a hike in the countryside?"

His tone was full of mystery and boastfulness.

He probably wanted to keep Dumbledore in check.

Dumbledore hesitated for a moment before saying, "It's rare, but it's not unheard of."

His tone was very casual.

Tom's face showed displeasure.

"Well then, our trip is coming to an end!"

Dumbledore finally spoke.

He grabbed Darren and Harry by the shoulders and pulled them out.

Then he waved his wand and produced two chairs, gesturing for the two of them to sit down.

"It's getting late. How about some lemon acorn juice? I think I need to ask you a few questions. What did you glean from my conversation with him?"

Dumbledore produced two glasses of lemonade, smiled, and asked.

Harry took a bite and found it extremely sour.

So he began by saying, “Voldemort felt a sense of fulfillment for him as a wizard. When Hagrid first arrived, I was almost incredulous; I thought I was dreaming.”