Young Dumbledore took a letter from his pocket. "I wrote you a letter before, hoping we could meet, and you kindly invited me to come today. You should still remember that, shouldn't you?"
Unlike his striking suit, Young Dumbledore's tone was extremely polite, and that changed Mrs. Cole's attitude as well.
She looked Young Dumbledore over again, took a deep breath, and tried to make herself look as alert as possible. "I remember now. Yes, there was such a thing!"
"Let's go this way!" She turned and raised a hand to beckon them. "Mr. Dumbledore... is that right? Let's talk about that matter in my office!"
Vizet followed Young Dumbledore's steps. As they walked toward Mrs. Cole's office, he could still hear the faint voices of children speaking upstairs.
One child sounded curious. "Oh! He looks just like... like jam! Raspberry Jam!"
A smile appeared on Dumbledore's face. "Ah! I like Raspberry Jam very much! He has a good eye, doesn't he?"
Another child picked up the thread, expectation in his voice. "Will that Mr. Raspberry Jam... take one of us away?"
Another child said, "Probably not... I saw the letter in that gentleman's hand. He seems to have had an appointment with Mrs. Cole for ages. He's probably here for that Riddle..."
"Riddle!" the child who had spoken first cut in, his tone changing, actually filling with anticipation. "He's finally going to be taken away? That's wonderful!"
One of the earlier children even began to pray. "God bless us! Please let him be taken away! That person is far too frightening!"
Vizet frowned slightly. He had once been a child in a welfare institution, and he knew that when guests came to a welfare institution, the children usually hoped the guests would take them away, so they could have