Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

"Take it out," said Dumbledore.

Riddle moved the wobbly box down. He looked bewildered.

"Is there something in that box that you shouldn't have?" Dumbledore asked.

Riddle gave Dumbledore a deep, clear, measured look.

"Yes, I think so, sir," he said finally in a dry voice.

"Open," said Dumbledore.

Riddle opened the lid and dumped the contents on his bed without looking at it. Harry had expected something more exciting in it, but instead saw a pile of mundane things, among them a bobbing reel, a silver thimble, and a tarnished harmonica. They stopped shaking as soon as they left the box, and lay obediently on the thin blanket, motionless.

"You're going to return these things to their owners and apologize to them," said Dumbledore calmly, putting his wand in his jacket pocket. "I'll know if you did. I'll warn you, too: Stealing will not be tolerated at Hogwarts."

There was no shame in Riddle's face. He was still staring at Dumbledore coldly, as if weighing him. Finally, in a dry voice, he said, "Got it, sir."

"At Hogwarts," Dumbledore continued, "we teach you not only to use magic, but to control it. You used your magic in that way, I believe unintentionally, but we The school will never teach it and it will never be tolerated. You're not the first and you won't be the last to let your magic get out of hand. But you should know that Hogwarts can expel students and the Ministry of Magic - Yes, there is a Ministry of Magic - which will punish lawbreakers in harsher ways. Every new wizard has to accept: Once in our world, obey our laws."

"Understood, sir," said Riddle again.

It's hard to know what's going on in his head. His face remained expressionless as he put the small pile of stolen loot back into the cardboard box. When he was done, he turned around and said unceremoniously to Dumbledore, "I have no money."

"That's easy," said Dumbledore, pulling a leather purse out of his pocket. "Hogwarts has a fund for those who need help buying textbooks and gowns. Some of yours I'm afraid magic books can only be bought second-hand, but—"

"Where can I buy a magic book?" Riddle interrupted Dumbledore's words, and without thanking him, he took the purse and was scrutinizing a thick gold Galleon.

"In Diagon Alley," said Dumbledore. "I've brought your book list and school supplies list. I can help you get everything together—"

"You want to accompany me?" Riddle asked, looking up.

"Of course, if you—"

"I don't need you," said Riddle. "I'm used to doing things on my own, and I'm always running around London by myself. So how do I get to this Diagon Alley—sir?" He bumped into Dumbledore , then added the last two words.

Dumbledore handed Riddle the envelope with the shopping list, gave Riddle the exact route from the orphanage to the Leaky Cauldron, and said, "You can see it, even though the Muggles around you-- Just someone who doesn't know magic - can't see. Ask Tom the bartender - easy to remember, with the same name as you -"

"All the details are written on the second parchment in the envelope," said Dumbledore. "You depart from King's Cross on the first of September. There is also a train ticket in the envelope."

Riddle nodded. Dumbledore stood up and held out his hand again. "I can talk to snakes," Riddle said, shaking hands. "I found out when we were out hiking—they found me and whispered to me. Is that normal for a wizard?"

His tone was casual,

But his eyes looked curiously at Riddle's face. The two stood for a moment, man and boy, staring at each other. Then the two let go, and Dumbledore walked to the door.

The memory ends here. A few seconds later, they flew lightly in the darkness again, and then landed firmly in the real office.

"A little dizzy," Tonks sat on the sofa, "that's the mysterious man..."

"Yeah, it's been a little different since I was a kid, isn't it?" Dumbledore also walked back to his desk and sat down, "for such a young wizard, his abilities are astonishingly perfect and mature—and the most interesting and The ominous point is - he has discovered that he can control these abilities to a certain extent and has started to use them consciously. As you can see, he is not like the average young wizard doing random experiments. He Already using magic against others, using magic to intimidate, punish and control others. The story of the rabbit who was hanged and the boy and girl who were tricked into the cave by him is very telling... I They can get hurt if they want to..."

"He's a Parseltongue," Blake said, frowning. "You said Harry was too. Is there any connection?"

"I guess it's a coincidence, maybe that's why there is that prophecy, isn't it?" Dumbledore lied again without changing his face. "It all shows that Harry is the one who was chosen."

"Oh, that's not good news." Blake shrugged and sat down, "I heard that prophecy at the Ministry of Magic the other day, and it said that someone would kill each other, not Harry. Dead Mysterious Man."

"So here we are, helping this prophecy become Harry kills You-Know-Who," Lockhart said firmly. "You're Harry's godfather, and you can't be more afraid than Harry."

"I'm worried!" Blake said angrily.

"Okay, stop arguing." Tonks interrupted the conversation, "There is news from Mad Eye, they have already sorted out the temperature changes in Britain this year and the treatment of the people's happiness index through the Muggle media. Count where Dementors may gather."

"That's good, hurry up and kill these ghosts, it's only October, and the weather is almost freezing." Blake glanced at Tonks and said.

"These things need to be done right away." Dumbledore nodded. "There are scattered Dementor attacks every day, as well as the disappearance of wizards, and the protective magic of Hogwarts, this semester It has been several times to resist the entry of evil forces. Granger's method is good, how long will it take to find the dementors?"

"Mad Eye is working with a few trusted Aurors. After finding the approximate location, we need to send someone to conduct a careful search, which will take about a month."

"It looks like we can expect normal weather next semester," Lupin said happily.

"Maybe." Dumbledore said, "Now, it is basically confirmed that the necklace is also a Horcrux. In addition, it can also be confirmed that it is a Horcrux, including Hufflepuff's gold cup, maybe Ravenclaw. 's crown too, but I have no memory of it here. Fortunately, the sword of Gryffindor is kept with me, and you can pay attention to this information when you have time."

"Have you figured out anything to take care of the Horcrux?" Black asked.

Dumbledore shook his head regretfully: "Unfortunately, there is no special way. We will have to wait until we get those Horcruxes to be sure. After all, those Horcruxes contain some of the protective magic left by the four founders, plus Voldemort himself. Yes, it must be a lot harder than a diary and a necklace."

"How many Horcruxes are there?" Tonks asked strangely.

"I don't know, but I'll give Harry a mission to help me figure out how many Horcruxes there are."

"Let Harry?" Black asked. "How could he figure this out?"

"The secret is in the school, there is absolutely no danger." Dumbledore looked slyly at Black through the half-moon spectacles. "As for the method, you can guess."

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