The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Merope is not Cinderella, but a plain-looking girl who doesn't even have any special features.

But what happened to her?

Maybe it was empathy, or maybe it was her identity as a mother, Harry felt a little pity for this girl from the perspective of others, this person who lived in fantasy, and was eventually tortured mad by trauma...

Even Dumbledore couldn't blame her completely, because the pain caused by the long-term trauma made Merope choose to die.

But Bok's memory is very vague, and he disappeared after Merope left.

Cyrus's spirit quickly returned to reality, and before he had time to interrogate the ring of the Gaunt family, Dumbledore picked out his memory with his wand and threw it into the Pensieve.

"This time it's my turn. Compared with other people, I think my memory is more profound and the details are vivid"

So Cyrus closed his eyes once again, and plunged his head into the basin together with Harry. The black ink quickly outlined the picture, and when he felt his feet step on the ground, he was already standing on the streets of London.

The street would still be a cobbled road, and he was standing by a river.

"I'm there!"

Dumbledore pointed to a tall man crossing the road in front of him, standing on the stone bridge over the river and looking around, as if he was looking for the direction.

Young Dumbledore's beard is not as long as it is now, it looks like a Muggle scholar's beard, his hair is all brown, he is wearing a purple velvet suit and a stack of tall hats.

Cyrus had to admit that Dumbledore in this attire looked a bit like Sherlock Holmes.

"Professor, when you were young, your return rate was much higher than it is now!" He said without thinking.

"When I was young, I was a little worse than you." Dumbledore just smiled slightly, and then followed behind him, crossing the retro stone road street, and came to a big iron gate.

It was a bare yard, only a few children were chasing and playing outside.

The innermost is a crooked house that looks like a church in a horror movie. When young Albus knocked on the door, a girl in a scruffy apron came.

"Who are you looking for?" The girl looked warily at the expensive gentleman in front of her.

"I have an afternoon appointment with Mrs. Cole...is she free now?"

The girl was still blocking the door, and when she shouted and asked inside, she kept staring at Albus sharply, and only let him in after getting confirmation.

Unlike the outside, the inside of the house is much neater.

The foyer was the most common black and white tiles at that time, just like a cheap rental house, a bony woman looked anxious, and when Mrs. Cole's eyes fell on Albus, she was a little startled.

Who is this?

"This is an orphanage, and it's where Tom Riddle started," Dumbledore said with some nostalgia.

The young Albus and Mrs. Cole talked about Tom, and when they talked about school later, Mrs. Cole also kept Muggle shrewdness and questioned Albus repeatedly.

In fact, she was doing the right thing.

At that time, no one would suddenly throw olive branches at an orphan, especially when Albus was wearing such an expensive suit, it was hard not to maintain a certain suspicion.

But then Cyrus and Harry saw Albus draw his wand and wave it at a blank piece of paper.

A simple Muggle confusion spell.

It seems that Dumbledore at that time also had some arrogance that he didn't have now. He didn't seem to want to spend some time making excuses, or explaining clearly to Mrs. Cole 'what is Hogwarts'.

And Dumbledore also realized something was wrong...

"Won't the society send letters?" Harry said, "Won't the letters always say that Hogwarts is a school of magic?"

"But that might be something later, maybe in the beginning, there was no such form," Cyrus guessed.

Dumbledore replied to the two with some apologies: "First, this is an orphanage, and the orphanage's status as the guardian of orphans is a bit open to wizards... Second, after some incidents, I corrected it. come over"

The difference between Muggle parents of ordinary wizards and guardians of orphans is the nature of the society between them.

The latter is often somewhat open, and it is not convenient for wizards to disclose the content. It was not until Dumbledore later, because of some incidents, that he gradually included the head of the orphanage as an 'insider'.

But Cyrus knew that those were Professor Dumbledore's later reforms.

"I don't know...can you tell me about Tom Riddle's life experience?" Albus, in his memory, probably remembered Tom's mother, so he said, "I heard that he was born in this orphanage of"

Mrs. Cole took a sip of gin and said in a gentle voice, "Yes, I remember it very clearly. It was a New Year's Eve..."

On the first New Year's Eve when Mrs. Cole first came to work here, there was heavy snow outside. In such bad weather, a girl about her age staggered here with a pregnant belly.

No one knows how she got here step by step in thin clothes.

No one knew why the woman didn't go to the hospital.

However, Mrs. Cole and other staff working in the orphanage have seen all of this a long time ago, and they helped the young Merope in to deliver the baby...

Merope passed away after giving birth to Tom Riddle.

"Another poor man tortured by life..." Mrs. Cole said everything calmly, but nodded meaningfully, and took a long gulp of gin.

It seems to want to swallow the bitterness through the sweet and sour taste.

Later, Cyrus followed Albus to the door on the third floor, where Mrs. Cole called the "weird child" lived.

It was an empty room, devoid of anything but a bed, a table and chairs, and a wardrobe for storage, and Tom Riddle, in his gray orphanage tunic, sat on the floor reading a book.

For an 11-year-old child, his appearance can be said to be handsome.

No one could have imagined that such a handsome child would become a black wizard with a noseless snake face in the future.

"Hmph, that old hag wants to take me to the madhouse?" Tom raised his eyebrows, and said in a tone that was almost commanding, "You can't fool me! Only those bloody brats should go!"

But Dumbledore just explained: "I'm a teacher, I just came to tell you about Hogwarts... After all... you are special"

special?The word made Tom's ears prick up.

"I said, I'm not crazy!"

"No, it's not a school for madmen, but a real school for magic"

Riddle seemed to be shocked, but soon his expression didn't reveal anything, he just scanned the young Albus from top to bottom, as if looking for traces of his lying.

"So, what skills do you have?"

"A lot! I can order animals...I can make people who make me unhappy..." The excited Riddle looked at his hands, like a servant praying for a miracle, "I knew I was ...Unique"

Looking at the possessed Riddle, Cyrus saw Albus stop smiling.

Maybe he was already a little displeased with Tom's arrogance, but he still said: "Yes, yes, you are a wizard~"

"As I thought at the time, he already felt that he was different and aloof at that time." Dumbledore pointed to the wardrobe and told the two, "That is where he stored his stolen goods."

The wardrobe he pointed to was later 'burned' by his memory in order to demonstrate magic.

Finally, under the guidance of Dumbledore, Cyrus saw the things in those cabinets: they were all brought by the children he had bullied, and they were regarded as a kind of souvenir.

And this habit has been there since Voldemort first started.

(There is another chapter, I am a little tired recently, wait a moment QWQ)