The man in the hard wooden chair and the boy sitting on the bed looked at each other, because of the perspective, it looked like the relationship between the visitor and the patient. So it was not surprising that the following conversation took place.

"Professor? Is it like a 'doctor'? What are you doing here? Did Mrs. Cole ask you to check me? I didn't even take Amy Benson and Dennis Bishop, you can ask them yourself and they will tell you!"

Felix looked at Tom Riddle's young and alert face and was no stranger to this. After all, he had heard it many times.

"I said-I am Professor Dumbledore, I work in a school called Hogwarts. Today I'll invite you to study at that school-"

Riddle jumped out of the bed, looking angry, and Felix lowered his eyelids slightly. "Hogwarts is a magic school, and I am a wizard," he said.

Riddle's words were blocked in his throat. He originally thought that the so-called "Hogwarts" was just a mad asylum. The person in front of him was found by Mrs. Cole who finally couldn't stand it and wanted to get rid of him, but the other party said very differently.

A long silence. Riddle stared at Felix with expressionless face, scanning him up and down, as if to see the flaws from the most subtle places. Felix looked back at him with interest, without any discomfort...

"Magic?" Riddle finally repeated softly, "Is my abilities... magic?"

"What are your skills?"

"All kinds. I can make things move without touching my hands. I can make animals follow my instructions without training. Whoever makes me angry will make anyone unlucky. I can make them hurt if I want." Riddle said in a low voice, his expression was excited, his face covered with abnormal blush. He lowered his head and stared at his hands, his hands trembling violently. "I had known that I was different. I had known that I was special. I had known that there was something here."

From the adult's perspective, you can see Riddle's sunken cheeks twisted into a fanatical arc. Felix decided to do something, no longer following the original trajectory, but making changes from the beginning.

He reached into his trouser pocket. Riddle's eyes suddenly tried his best to rise, staring at the movement of the hand. His head remained in a low position, so several deep wrinkles piled on his forehead, and large whites could be seen from under his bulging eyebrows.

Felix took out a piece of parchment.

"What's wrong?" he asked gently.

"Nothing." Riddle said immediately, so Felix retracted his gaze, unfolded the parchment paper, staring at the contents on it. Riddle hesitated for a moment and said, "I thought you would carry a weapon."

"arms?"

"It's something that is used to cast spells."

"You mean the wand?"

"So really?" Riddle's eyes immediately looked at the pockets of his body, as if to find a place where he could hide things. "The orphanage once invited the church people to come over, and I asked that person, but she knew nothing about witches and wizards' abilities, and was only concerned about saying that they were evil."

"The wizard is a secret for ordinary people." Felix explained, shaking his hand in front of Riddle, a black wand appeared out of thin air, and a greedy light immediately appeared on Riddle's face, pointing at the wand.

“Where can I get one?”

"There will be that, and in addition, it is not a weapon, it is a tool to assist us in casting. You go to school to learn how to control casting." Felix said lightly: "Let's go back to the topic. As a school professor, it's my responsibility to the little wizard from a Muggle family--"

"What is a Muggle?" Riddle interrupted him unceremoniously.

"——It means that parents are not wizards, or grow up in non-magical environments, and cannot judge the blood relationship."

Riddle muttered something.

"I continue to say that it is my responsibility to popularize common sense of the magical world for young wizards from Muggle family, and to evaluate their psychology and to confirm whether they are eligible to study at Hogwarts."

Riddle's face suddenly became stiff. The sky outside the window became gloomy and thunder roared in the distance.

“Assessment of psychology?”

"It's just a routine process," Felix explained, glanced out the window and spoke faster: "Although Hogwarts is a magic school, it doesn't mean there is no requirement for morality. Forget it, you can stay and see it yourself." He handed the temporary stuff to Riddle.

Riddle's eyes retracted from his wand, lowered his head to read the contents on the parchment.

"Caring for classmates, bullying is strictly prohibited...theft is prohibited, and property is occupied..." He seemed to suddenly think of something, and said sternly, "I have no money."

"There are grants for the school." Felix looked at Riddle, "Do you have questions about what's above?"

“What happens if it violates it?”

"Depending on the situation, it is usually confinement. If the situation is serious, you may be fired or sent to Azkaban, which is the wizard prison."

Riddle was silent expressionlessly, as if weighing the pros and cons.

"You said the wand is not a weapon?" he asked suddenly.

"Yes."

"Show me the evidence." He said arrogantly.

Felix raised his eyebrows.

"I mean...please," Riddle asked for help, and his whole body became polite. "Can I call you Professor Dumbledore, sir? Because you said... will popularize common sense in magic for me, and I grew up in the desert of magic and have never seen a similar person..."

Strangely, as he spoke, the thunder outside gradually became less and less.

Felix stood up and waved his wand casually. The wooden chair he had just sat on turned into a majestic lion, rolling around the ground and turning into a badger, which ran around the room and climbed up the old wardrobe with the highest position in the room. Riddle became nervous, but the badger spread his hands and turned into a bronze eagle with spreading his wings. It stood on the cabinet and swept towards the two, and at the last second it turned into a lively snake.

Riddle showed his love for it almost immediately.

He said a snake-good voice, "Stand up." The snake raised its head obediently. Riddle quietly raised his eyes and looked at Felix, and whispered: "Can I talk to the snake, Professor Dumbledore. Is this normal for a wizard? Can you talk to the snake?"

"It's rare, I've only seen such records in books."

Riddle looked down at the little snake, and after a while, he said another snake-good voice. The little snake lazily rolled up its belly, twisted and twisted in front of them, making a hissing sound. Felix's expression was as usual, with a faint smile.

But the snake accent means, ‘Can you die like a real snake?’

"Where should I buy books, Professor Dumbledore?"

Felix took out an envelope from his body and handed it to Riddle, "Inside is the shopping list and the ticket. You can check it out first. I will come here again next week and take you to buy the necessary items for school-"

"I don't need you," Riddle said, "I'm used to doing things by myself, and I'm always running around London alone. So, where should I go - Professor Dumbledore?"

"I'm afraid not," Felix shook his head. "I didn't bring my money today, and it's dangerous enough to let a little wizard go to a strange place. I still have more than a dozen families to run this week. When things are over, I'll take you to Diagon Alley, where everything you need."

"Maybe you might even make one or two friends in advance."

The two men stared at each other. This was the first time Felix came in and clearly refused Riddle. Rumbled! A flash of lightning exploded in front of the window, but neither of them looked away. "Okay, Professor Dumbledore, see you next week." Riddle said.

Felix nodded at him, turning a blind eye to the red light that emerged from his eyes. He waved his hand and turned the twisted snake on the ground back into a wooden chair.

The moment he closed the door, the scenery outside became blurred, the long corridor opened its bloody mouth, and the choice of people was about to eat. Felix strode down the stairs, and a skinny woman - Mrs. Cole, the manager of the orphanage - quickly greeted her.

"Mr. Dumbleton-I'm sorry, it's Dundebo? Alas, are you done with it?"

"Yes, Mrs. Cole. I'll be visiting again next week."

"No problem," said Mrs. Cole, and the two went downstairs together, "this is a good thing-oh, slower, you're walking too fast." She shouted, and Felix was already at the door when she reached the corner in the middle of the first floor.

He opened the door and turned to look at the dilapidated, black and white tiled foyer, but strangely, everyone around him turned a blind eye, and their eyes were like Riddle.

"Why don't we drink all that bottle of gin...Hip?" Mrs. Cole's voice became low and hoarse, and the expressions of men with red eyes approached stiffly.

"Goodbye." Felix said simply, then slammed the door.

The street was surrounded by black clouds and the wind was rushing. Felix quickly jumped off the steps outside the door, and passed by the bare yard with brisk steps! The thick iron door closed behind him with great force.

As soon as he came out, Felix waved his arms greatly.

The wind was even more fierce, and the black clouds seemed to be as low as they were rubbing against nearby buildings. A hideous face was twisted from the rolling clouds. A crack appeared on the ground at Felix's feet, extending rapidly towards the distance.

The entire Wu's orphanage sank suddenly.

Felix's expression was serious, knowing that the backlash brought by the change strategy was coming, Voldemort's will began to automatically clear the memory that should not exist. He took out a silver-blue ball from his pocket, neither gas nor liquid, and then his figure flashed continuously, and blank memory fragments merged into the cracks to repair the cracks.

When Felix stopped, the vision disappeared. Although ugly scars were left on the earth and the sky seemed to be stuck with tape, it was temporarily preserved and not completely abandoned by Voldemort.

Felix stood on the sidewalk and breathed a sigh of relief. After more than two months of temptation and attempt, coupled with the information provided by Dumbledore, he finally took the first step and successfully planted a seed in Voldemort's mind.

What he has to do is far from modifying memory.

Scattered memory fragments are useless. A great wizard like Voldemort has a perfect defense, modification, covering, shielding, or sticking a few fake memories to him immediately realize that something is wrong, and the impact will be minimal.

Felix did not think that false memories would make Voldemort cry and sincerely repent.

Moreover, Voldemort's soul is already very fragile due to division. If Felix makes drastic adjustments, the result may be devastating.

So Felix decided to open up another battlefield - to separate a tributary from Voldemort's memory, that is, the orphanage in front of him. Felix would replace Dumbledore in Riddle's impression as if he had really returned to London in the 1930s, and train him as his seven-year transformative teacher.

Of course, Felix doesn't really need to take seven years.

The time in memory is quite fast. He only needs to appear at the critical time point of Voldemort, give appropriate guidance, and fix the good results brought by this with the "memory node" to make Riddle powerful.

Felix did not expect to turn Voldemort into a good person. From the scenes he watched Riddle and Dumbledore's first meeting, we can see that Riddle had developed an independent, cautious, indifferent character early on, and extremely aggressive.

Felix just hopes that Riddle can become an ordinary person with a different life trajectory than the Black Devil. The richer his "experiences", the more different his personality and the originality, but the two will eventually merge. Because memory is memory, not soul, and cannot exist independently.

Felix paced around the orphanage, and he turned to one of the walls and stared at a window on the third floor.

From this perspective, only the top of Tom Riddle's head can be seen.

At this moment, Riddle sat expressionlessly on the bed, with a list of books, train tickets, and questionnaires that should not exist in front of him. Slowly, he frowned. For some reason, when he parted just now, he suddenly wanted to attack the young Professor Dumbledore, and this desire came suddenly.

But this is definitely the stupidest way to do it, and he also has to rely on this person to enter the magic world.

The thought of magic, Riddle was so excited that his nose expanded and he spurted thick air from his nostrils. Then he lowered his head and stared at the questionnaire. He was precocious than his peers and had enough wisdom to analyze hidden facts from words.

Hogwarts has its own rules, just like those that are annoying outside. This means that the magical world is also orderly. Riddle is not sure how much the professor knows about him, but Dumbledore mentioned "making friends". Is this suggesting something?

Riddle was a little uneasy, staring at the old wardrobe.

Hogwarts prohibits theft.

Dumbledore will be back next week.

He had to do something. Riddle got off the bed, walked to the worn-out wardrobe, and suddenly opened the cabinet door. Inside were a few old clothes, and a small cardboard box was on the shelf on the highest level.

Riddle took a deep breath and clearly remembered the origin of everything in the box, Dennis Bishop's tray, Amy Benson's harmonica and silver thimble... were all trophys he snatched from other children.

But there is no need to worry, Riddle thought, it would be better to wait for Dumbledore to hand them over the day before next time.

He suddenly closed the cabinet door, stared at the gray mirror on the cabinet door, and then smiled on his face. Riddle showed the patience that children of his age should have, constantly adjusting the curve of the corners of his mouth, the position of his arms, and the standing posture.
Chapter completed!