A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 624 Young Tom Riddle
The man in the hard wooden chair and the boy sitting on the bed observe each other, because of the angle of view, it looks like the relationship between a visitor and a patient.So it is not surprising that the following conversation took place.

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

Felix looked at Tom Riddle's young, alert face and was familiar with these words.After all, I have heard it many times.

"As I said—I'm Professor Dumbledore, and I work at a school called Hogwarts. Today I'm here to invite you to study at that school—"

Riddle jumped off the bed with an angry expression, and Felix lowered his eyelids slightly. "Hogwarts is a school of wizardry and I'm a wizard," he said.

Riddle's words were blocked in his throat.He originally thought that the so-called 'Hogwarts' was just a lunatic asylum. The man in front of him was finally found by Mrs. Cole and wanted to get rid of him, but what the other party said was quite different.

There was a long silence.Riddle stared at Felix expressionlessly, scanning him up and down, as if trying to see the most subtle flaws.Felix looked back at him with interest, without a trace of discomfort.

"Magic?" Riddle finally repeated softly, "My abilities, are... are they magic?"

"What skills do you have?"

"All kinds. I can make things move without touching them. I can make animals do what I tell them without training them. I can make bad luck for whoever makes me angry. I can make them hurt if they want to. Riddle said in a low voice, with an excited expression, his face was covered with an abnormal blush.He lowered his head and stared at his hands, which were trembling badly. "I've known I'm different. I've known I'm special. I've known there's something here."

From an adult's perspective, Riddle's sunken cheeks could be seen twisting into a frenzied arc.Felix decided to do something, not to follow the original trajectory, but to make a change from the beginning.

He reached into his trouser pocket.Riddle's eyes jerked upward suddenly, watching the movement of the hand.His head was still kept in a drooping posture, so several deep wrinkles were piled on his forehead, and the whites of his eyes could be seen from under the raised eyebrows.

Felix produced a piece of parchment.

"What's wrong?" he asked gently.

"It's nothing." Riddle said immediately, so Felix withdrew his gaze, unfolded the parchment, and stared at the content on it.Riddle hesitated, then said, "I thought you'd be armed."

"arms?"

"It's what is used to cast spells."

"You mean the wand?"

"So there really are?" Riddle immediately looked around where there were pockets on his body, as if to find a place to hide things. "The orphanage once invited someone from the church. I asked that person, but she didn't know anything about witches and wizards. She just said they were evil."

"Wizards are a secret to ordinary people." Felix explained, shaking his hand in front of Riddle, a black wand appeared out of nowhere, Riddle's face immediately lit up greedily, and he pointed at the wand.

"Where can I get one?"

"It will be there at that time. In addition, it is not a weapon, but a tool to assist us in casting spells. You go to school to learn how to control spellcasting." Felix said lightly: "Let's get back to the topic, as a school professor, I Duty to young Muggle-born wizards—”

"What's a Muggle?" Riddle interrupted him rudely.

"—that is, the parents are not wizards, or they grew up in a non-magic environment, so it is impossible to judge the blood relationship."

Riddle muttered something.

"I continued to say that I have the responsibility to popularize the common sense of the wizarding world to young wizards from Muggle families, and to assess their psychology to confirm whether they are eligible to study at Hogwarts."

Riddle's face suddenly stiffened.The sky outside the window darkened, and thunder roared in the distance.

"Assessment psychology?"

"It's just a routine process," Felix explained, glanced out of the window, and said quickly: "Although Hogwarts is a school of magic and magic, it doesn't mean that there are no requirements for moral character. Forget it, just leave it for yourself ’” He handed Riddle the improvised object.

Riddle looked away from his wand and lowered his head to read the parchment.

"Caring for classmates, no bullying... No stealing, no appropriation of property..." He seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and said forcefully, "I have no money."

"The school has grants." Felix looked at Riddle, "Do you have any questions about the above content?"

"What happens if you violate it?"

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

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

"You're saying wands aren't weapons?" he asked abruptly, changing the subject.

"Yes."

"Prove it to me," he said domineeringly.

Felix raised an eyebrow.

"I mean... please," Riddle added, his whole person becoming polite, "can I call you Professor Dumbledore, sir? Because you said... you will popularize common sense on magic for me , and I grew up in the desert of magic, and I have never seen the same kind..."

Strangely, as he spoke, the thunder outside gradually died down.

Felix stood up and waved his wand. The wooden chair he was sitting on immediately turned into a majestic lion, rolled around on the ground and turned into a badger again. The tallest old wardrobe, Riddle became tense, but the little badger opened his hands and turned into a bronze eagle with wings spread. It stood on the chest and swooped down on the two of them, and at the last second it became a living snake.

Riddle showed a fondness for it almost immediately.

He said a Parseltongue, "Stand up." The snake obediently raised its head.Riddle quietly raised his eyes to look at Felix, and whispered, "I can talk to snakes, Professor Dumbledore. Is this normal for a wizard? Can you talk to snakes?"

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

Riddle stared down at the little snake, and after a while, spoke Parseltongue again, and the little snake lazily rolled up its belly, twisted and hissed in front of them.Felix had the usual expression, with a faint smile on his face.

But that Parseltongue means 'Can you die like a real snake? '

"Where should I buy books, Professor Dumbledore?"

Felix took out another envelope from his body and handed it to Riddle, "There are shopping lists and bus tickets inside, you can take a look first, I will come back next week and take you to buy the necessary items for school—"

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

"I'm afraid not," Felix shook his head, "I didn't bring any money with me today, and it's dangerous enough to let a little wizard go to a strange place. I still have a dozen families to run away this week, and I will Will take you to Diagon Alley, where you'll find everything you need."

"Maybe you'll make a friend or two ahead of time, maybe."

The two stared at each other, this was the first time Felix explicitly rejected Riddle when he entered the door.Rumble!A bolt of lightning exploded in front of the window, but neither of them looked away. "Okay, Professor Dumbledore, see you next week," said Riddle.

Felix nodded at him, ignoring the gleam of red in his eyes.Wave your hand to turn the twisted snake on the ground back into a wooden chair.

The moment he closed the door, the scenery outside became blurred, and the long corridor opened its bloody mouth, wanting to devour people.Felix strode down the stairs, and a bony woman—Mrs Cole, the caretaker of the orphanage—rushed up to meet her.

"Mr. Dumbleton—Excuse me, Dumberton? Well, are you done?"

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

"No problem," said Mrs. Cole, and the two of them descended together. "It's a good thing—oh, slow down, you're going too fast," she cried, as she reached the middle corner of the first floor. By then, Felix had already appeared at the door.

He opened the door and turned to look at the old, black-and-white tiled foyer billowing black smoke, but strangely, all the people around him turned a blind eye, and their eyes glowed red like Riddle.

"Why don't we drink up that bottle of gin... Hype?" Mrs. Cole's voice became low and hoarse, and people with red eyes approached stiffly.

"Goodbye," said Felix curtly, and slammed the door shut.

The street was surrounded by black clouds, and the wind was howling. Felix quickly jumped down the steps outside the door, and walked briskly across the bare yard, clang!The heavy iron door closed behind him with force.

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

The wind blew more fiercely, and the black clouds seemed to be so low that they rubbed against the nearby buildings. A hideous face appeared distorted from the rolling clouds, and a crack appeared on the ground under 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 about by the change of strategy was coming, and Voldemort's will began to automatically clear this memory that should not exist.He took out a group of silver-blue things that were neither gas nor liquid from his pocket, and then the figure flickered continuously, blank memory fragments merged into the cracks, and repaired the cracks.

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

Felix stood on the sidewalk, relieved.After more than two months of probing and trying, 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 being as simple as modifying memory.

Scattered fragments of memory are useless. An archmage like Voldemort has a perfect defense against his own memory. Changing, covering up, shielding, or pasting a few false memories will only make him immediately realize that something is wrong, causing The impact is minimal.

Felix didn't think the false memory would make Voldemort cry and repent sincerely.

Moreover, Voldemort's soul was already very fragile due to splitting. If Felix made drastic adjustments, the results could be devastating.

So Felix decided to open up another battlefield-a branch from Voldemort's memory, which is the Wu's Orphanage in front of him.Felix will replace Dumbledore in Riddle's impression as if he really returned to London, England in the 30s, train him, and be his Transfiguration teacher for seven years.

Of course, Felix didn't really need to spend seven years.

The time in his memory is still quite fast, he only needs to appear at the critical time point of Voldemort, give appropriate guidance, and fix the good results brought about by it with the 'memory node', so that this Riddle becomes Get stronger.

Felix did not expect to turn Voldemort into a good person. From his previous observations of the scene when Riddle and Dumbledore met for the first time, it can be seen that Riddle developed an independent, cautious, and indifferent character early on, and Very aggressive.

Felix just wanted Riddle to be an ordinary person with a different life trajectory than the Dark Lord.The richer his 'experience', the more different his personality is from his body, but the two will eventually merge.Because memory is memory, not soul, and cannot exist independently.

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

Only the top of Tom Riddle's head is visible from this angle.

At this moment, Riddle was sitting on the bed expressionlessly. In front of him were book lists, bus tickets, and questionnaires that should not exist. Slowly, he frowned.I don't know why, when we just parted, he suddenly wanted to attack that young Professor Dumbledore, and this desire came suddenly.

But this is definitely the most stupid way, and he has to rely on this person to enter the magical world.

At the thought of magic, Riddle's nostrils expanded in excitement, and he exhaled heavily from his nostrils.Then he lowered his head and stared at the questionnaire. He was more precocious than his peers, and he was wise enough to analyze hidden facts from just a few words.

Hogwarts has its own rules, the same as those annoying ones out there.This means that the wizarding world is also orderly.Riddle wasn't sure how much the professor knew about him, but Dumbledore mentioned "making friends", was that implying something?
Riddle was a little uneasy, staring at the old wardrobe.

Stealing is prohibited at Hogwarts.

Dumbledore will be back next week.

He has to do something.Riddle got off the bed, walked to the dilapidated wardrobe, and slammed the door open.Inside were a few old clothes and a small cardboard box on the top shelf.

Riddle took a deep breath, and he clearly remembered the origin of everything in the box, Dennis Bishop's pulling reel, little Amy Benson's harmonica and silver thimble... He snatched it from other children Here comes the booty.

But there was no need to rush, thought Riddle, best to wait until the day before that Dumbledore's next visit before handing them over.

He slammed the cabinet door shut, stared at the gray mirror on the cabinet door, and then began to smile. Riddle showed patience far beyond what a child his age should have, constantly adjusting the curvature of the corners of his mouth and the position of his arms , standing posture.

He was very talented and quickly made a decent job.

(End of this chapter)