Hogwarts's Master of Mind

"Is that man Aiden's ancestor?" Harry was a little curious as he came out of his memory.

"I think so. The eyes of the Prewitt dragons are very recognizable." Dumbledore answered Harry.

At the same time, his words reminded Harry of Aiden's heterochromatic dragon eyes. Combined with his face, it was really... charming?

"Ahem." The Insighter pretending to be Dumbledore coughed twice, drawing Harry's attention back.

"We still have a long time today, let's do another one."

A certain dragon said that this extra course was definitely not given to him because of Harry, but because it was still early today.

As the second memory dripped in, the ink spread around him, and Harry opened his eyes to find himself on the streets of London.

When he was young, Dumbledore wore a very beautiful velvet purple suit.

Combined with his charming and deep blue pupils, passers-by on the street cast admiring glances at him.

"It seems that you were very charming when you were young." Harry looked at the absent-minded men and women on the roadside.

"Creatures with powerful magic will more or less display extraordinary charm, and this is also true for you."

Dumbledore couldn't help but recall the youngest sister in the family and how she looked every time she saw Harry.

The young version of Dumbledore knocked on the door of the Wu Orphanage, and the warden and nurse inside looked at him with fascination.

I totally don't believe that such a handsome man could be a bad guy, so I simply let Dumbledore go.

Take him to meet the young Tom Riddle.

“We found a young woman in the storm eleven years ago, and she died shortly after giving birth to Tom.

According to her last words, we named the child Tom Marvolo Riddle."

Along the way, the warden kept chattering beside Dumbledore, wishing to tell Dumbledore all the information.

“The child was very fond of pranks and once hung a child’s rabbit from a beam so high that it was difficult for an adult to reach it.

He also took other children to strange places, and those two children came back like lost souls.

In short, everyone here is very wary of him. If you want to adopt him, please think carefully before you do so." The warden solemnly reminded Dumbledore.

When approaching the door, Dumbledore stretched out his hand and stopped the housemaster, "That's enough, Miss. Can you leave the rest of the time to me and little Tom alone?"

"Of course, it's really my number, remember to call me."

The matron stuffed the phone number into Dumbledore's suit pocket, patted it, and then left in a very ladylike manner.

Dumbledore pushed open the door and saw an eleven-year-old boy reading a book on the bed. He had black hair and a very handsome face.

"Hello, Tom." Dumbledore tried to reach out and touch the wardrobe.

"Don't!" As Tom spoke, the magic was consciously squeezing Dumbledore.

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and dispelled the magic directly.

There was a hint of surprise in Tom's cold eyes, "You're not a doctor?"

"No, I'm a professor from Hogwarts." Dumbledore didn't finish his words.

"I don't believe you. They all think I'm sick, but I'm not. I'm different from them. I can make objects move without touching them."

Little Tom's attitude was full of rudeness and arrogance.

"I can understand the language of animals, and I can bring bad luck to other bullying kids."

"I am the same as you Tom. Hogwarts does not accept lunatics. We accept children who can use magic and teach you to control your abilities."

Dumbledore's tone became heavier, and it was obvious that the young Dumbledore already had some resistance to Tom.

"I don't believe it, prove it to me!" Tom remained unchanged.

boom--

The cabinet behind them caught fire, and the raging flames made Tom's eyes fade away the arrogance and conceit.

"I suppose you still have something in the cupboard." Dumbledore glanced back.

Tom walked over, and the fire went out by itself before he reached it, and the cabinet was intact.

Only the heat in the air told Tom that a fire had once taken place here.

Tom took out the box from the cupboard which contained his stolen loot.

"At Hogwarts, we do not allow students to steal. I hope you will remember this."

Dumbledore, as a Legilimency master, saw through Tom's thoughts and made them public as a deterrent.

Dumbledore took out a bag of money and handed it to Tom. It was a scholarship fund given by the Hogwarts Board of Directors to the young wizard.

"Now, come with me and I will take you shopping in Diagon Alley." Dumbledore held out his hand.

But Tom refused and insisted on going to Diagon Alley alone. Dumbledore had no choice but to hand him the ticket and the admission list.

"If you still insist on going alone, go to the Leaky Cauldron in London. The owner there is also called Tom. He will help you."

Dumbledore stood up to leave, but Tom had an unhappy look on his face.

Before Dumbledore left, Tom stopped him, "I can talk to snakes. They will come to me and whisper to me."

Harry, who was standing by, could tell at a glance that Voldemort had deliberately left this matter to last in order to shock Dumbledore.

"Oh, really? We have quite a lot of people who have this ability."

Dumbledore saw what he was planning, ruined Voldemort's drama, and left.

Then the ink dissipated and Harry fell to the ground.

"Did you come up with any information?" Dumbledore looked at Harry from his seat.

"Well, he's proud, arrogant, cruel, and good at disguising and hiding himself," Harry answered tentatively.

"We've missed too many things, but fortunately we still have time." Dumbledore shook his head.

"What you said is only about Tom's character, something deeper. Tom showed a disgusted expression when he heard that he had the same name as the bar owner.

It shows that he hates ordinary things.

Secondly, when he talks about others, he always uses a condescending and disdainful tone, which shows that he, like his parents, lacks emotion for ordinary things.

Last but not least, Tom loves collecting collections, especially those that are valuable.”

Dumbledore sat back down at his desk and brought Harry a cup of tea.

"Did you know that the person you met at that time was the most dangerous dark wizard in history?" Harry wrote the information in the notebook and then started chatting with Dumbledore.

"No, if I knew... I still wouldn't do anything to him."

This is what Aiden saw from Dumbledore's heart. He was just like that, always liking to put the blame on himself.

Dumbledore still regrets that he should not have threatened Tom with fire when he met him.

This incident was also the reason why Dumbledore could not re-enter the Twilight Zone to fight it.