HP Tom Riddle

In the past few days, apart from teaching Riddle some magic at night, I have spent all my time searching for the castle where I have lived for 14 years.But nothing came of it, all my efforts seemed like a joke, and my castle seemed to have been cast with a clever concealment spell, and even I, the master, couldn't see its address.

While Riddle was in solitary confinement, I sent him something to eat every night, even though he didn't ask for anything.The consequence of completely letting go of my obsession with going home is that I started to work wholeheartedly for the Diagon Alley that is said to be in London.

But I dare not go out of the orphanage during the day, because I am afraid that if I do not go out, I will be found.That was troublesome time, especially Mrs Cole, that shrewd Muggle - Riddle used to call her stupid, but that one conversation alone made it hard for me to underestimate the Muggle.

When the portraits talked about the ending of the history of the confrontation between Muggles and wizards, I knew that wizards are not as powerful as Muggles. Otherwise, why did the wizards hide themselves from the Muggles in the end, not the Muggles? Hide yourself?

I dare not leave during the day when Mrs. Cole is in charge, but at night, I don't want to go out again.

To be honest, I feel uncomfortable wearing these out-of-shape clothes every day. I must find Diagon Alley and change my outfit as soon as possible.

This time didn’t last long, and one day in June, Riddle told me: “Mrs. Cole decided to go to the seaside in three days. We will go there at this time every year as an annual trip.” Riddle continued disdainfully, "She likes to play tricks and likes fame. It seems that this can attract more rich people to invest in orphanages. But why do those rich people spend their money on a useless orphanage? Especially It's the director of the orphanage, a gin-loving, ugly old woman."

"Muggles." I sighed inexplicably.And I was determined not to say a few words of defense for the head of the Muggle Orphanage. This period of getting along has made me clearly understand how stubborn, paranoid, and sometimes unreasonable domineering Riddle is.

"So, are you going?" I asked.

"Children over the age of three are required to go."

"I'm going to take this time to look for Diagon Alley. The portrait says it has an entrance in the Muggle world in London."

Riddle gripped his wand tightly: "I'm going to find an excuse not to go there, can you add me to Diagon Alley?"

"Of course." I raised my eyebrows.

Somehow, Riddle told Mrs. Cole. In short, Mrs. Cole was very happy not to take Riddle on a trip. Three days later, on a sunny afternoon, she set off with a large number of healthy orphans.

"What should I bring?" Riddle opened an iron box, which was full of Muggle coins. Looking at these things, I couldn't help saying dryly: "Wizards don't use Muggle coins, we use gold Galleons, silver Copper Knut," I said in as calm a tone as possible, "I've got enough wizard coins."

Even after Mrs. Cole left the orphanage, there were still quite a few Muggles left behind.I finally cast a disillusionment spell on myself, and carefully followed the orphanage that Riddle slipped out of.

I didn't have time to see the Muggle world 300 years ago, but the Muggle world 300 years later shocked me.

"Are there always so many Muggles?" I worried, thinking that if Muggles made their way into the wizarding world, they would be able to defeat wizards without weapons, as long as there were enough of them.

"More at Christmas time," Riddle replied. "Where is Diagon Alley?"

"I don't know." I looked around, trying to find the entrance to the wizarding world that Muggles can't see. The place."

Riddle was familiar with these places, he had never seen such a pub near the orphanage, so we went further afield to find a wizarding pub hidden in the Muggle world.

We searched hard for two days before we saw that dilapidated bar in the middle of two shops that were being renovated, which fully fit my description of dilapidated bar.

"The entrance to the wizarding world?" Riddle said incredulously, "This is it?"

Muggles can't see the Shabby Bar. For Riddle and I who can see it, compared to Muggle shops, the Shattered Bar is really hard to see.

"Don't worry about it, let's go in." I was wearing the same dress when I first arrived, and the inside of the dilapidated bar was not satisfactory. Most wizards wore robes, and Riddle, who was dressed in Muggle clothes, was particularly outstanding. up.

"Two lost little wizards?" A young bartender asked cheerfully, "I'm Tom, the future owner of this bar."

When Riddle heard the name of the bartender, there was a disgusted expression on his face—except for Mrs. Cole, Riddle also hated his name, which was not very good. Too many people were called Tom, and he always felt that he was different, so he There shouldn't be such a common and popular name.

"Thanks, but I came to Diagon Alley to do some shopping." I slid out my wand, and followed a man who was also going to Diagon Alley, and watched him count a bland stone on a wall and knock it. Three times.

Riddle was struck by how the stones seemed to come to life and move sideways.

"This is magic." I said with a smile.