A Place of Great Significance

The action of putting on his hat paused, and Dumbledore turned his head back to look at Tom. Parseltongue? A descendant of Slytherin? He didn't say anything further and left directly. Gellert's matter was the priority now. As for the little fellow who seemed to speak Parseltongue, he would observe him more after he enrolled.

Ambition is never a good thing. He could tell this Riddle... was no mere boy...

Tom pursed his lips and sat back on the bed, regretting why he hadn't explained himself just now. He had only met Professor Dumbledore for the first time, but he was drawn to that powerful ability. If possible, he really wanted to build a good relationship with this professor.

"It's okay. As long as I study hard at school, maybe Professor Dumbledore will forget this awkward meeting."

With a sincere smile, Tom hopped around the room a few times. Great! He's a wizard, not some monster! And there are countless others with the same ability! Once he enrolls, he can learn those profound magics!

"Haha~" Lying on the bed, Tom picked up a pillow and covered his face, so his laughter wouldn't be heard. Today was the happiest day of his life~

Thinking of what Professor Dumbledore had said about going shopping tomorrow, Tom instantly became dejected. He closed the door and searched everywhere, taking out his saved money from various corners of the room. It only added up to two shillings. Damn it... he definitely couldn't afford the things he needed for school.

Tossing and turning on the bed nervously, Tom got up with two freshly acquired dark circles under his eyes. He hadn't been able to sleep at all last night. After finally learning that he was a wizard, it would be worse than not knowing if he couldn't learn magic due to lack of money.

Sitting in the room with an anxious look, Tom was impatient. Why hadn't the professor come yet? Could it be that he found out about his predicament and was going to refuse his enrollment?

"You haven't been waiting long, Mr. Riddle."

Dumbledore's steady voice was like heavenly music. Tom shot up from his seat, suppressing his excitement and constantly telling himself to remain calm, absolutely not to lose composure. Mimicking the gentlemen he had seen, Tom bowed, put on a proper smile, and nodded with reserve, "Good day, Professor Dumbledore."

As expected of a descendant of Slytherin...

Dumbledore sighed inwardly, twitched the corner of his mouth, and gestured for the boy to follow him. They arrived at a deserted corner, and Dumbledore placed his hand on Tom's shoulder. "I will now take you via Apparition. It might not be a pleasant experience for a first-timer... don't panic too much."

Pop

A faint popping sound echoed. Tom felt an intense squeezing sensation. It certainly wasn't pleasant. He was lucky he didn't have much of an appetite today, or he would have definitely thrown up.

Standing on the ground with a pale face, Tom deeply missed the feeling of solid ground beneath his feet. In the future... he would definitely invent a flying spell! He would never experience such a terrible thing again.

Smiling slightly, Dumbledore waited for the boy to recover, his expression instantly returning to calm and composed. He cleared his throat and pointed to the building in front of them. "Located on Charing Cross Road, sandwiched between a bookstore and a record shop, is The Leaky Cauldron. You know, decades ago, we worked hard for quite a while. All the wizards gathered and used a large number of Memory Charms to alter the planning of the entire road."

"This is how we prevented The Leaky Cauldron from being razed to the ground. After all, this is one of the entrances to the wizarding world, a place with significant historical meaning, isn't it~ Especially for children like you."