Dumbledore seemed a little satisfied. He stuffed a piece of Lemon Sherbet into his mouth and handed a piece to Sean.
"The Muggles made this candy, but it's not only popular in Muggles' place."
Sean takes over from Lemon Sherbet. The outer layer of the candy is lemon-flavored hard icing, and the inside is wrapped with a white filling. It also produces a sizzling sound when you eat it.
While eating Lemon Sherbet, Sean unconsciously glanced at the long table in front of him. The silver plate was filled with sweets such as Lemon Sherbet, Cockroach Clusters, Acid Pops, raspberry jam, etc.
"Minerva doesn't want to eat sweets, but she will buy some."
Headmaster Dumbledore squinted his eyes and said,
"Let's go, Mr. Green, follow me."
Chamber of Secrets.
Passing by many stone pillars engraved with entangled snakes, the statue of Slytherin is right in front of you.
And Basilisk, also wearing glasses, is nestled inside the statue.
Then, Sean was surprised to hear the sentence Parseltongue. He turned around and found that this was what Headmaster Dumbledore said.
"Surprisingly, you thought this was a difficult thing to do?"
Sean looked away silently. It seemed that Headmaster Dumbledore not only understood Parselmouth, but also had knowledge of it.
As a result, the huge stone face of Slytherin started to move. Its mouth opened wider and wider, and finally formed a huge black hole, and an impatient monster glided out.
"Salazar·Slytherin uses it to protect the school. As far as I know, it has only done its job faithfully for a long time.
Later, an accident happened, do you know what it was?"
Headmaster Dumbledore said.
"Voldemort used it to kill Moaning Myrtle."
Sean replied.
And Basilisk has slipped to the feet of Sean. It stands bigger than a hundred Sean, but at this moment it is just circling around Sean affectionately.
"It's a tool, kid, and there's no denying that it wasn't made with the best of intentions.
But does birth determine everything? I don't think so, child."
The dark Chamber of Secrets, Headmaster Dumbledore's voice keeps echoing,
"But let's get back to the tool. In the hands of some, it can be deadly, but I see you've placed it well.
It has already put on glasses, and I think when it puts on earmuffs, the sounds it can hear may be more realistic."
Dumbledore blinked.
Sean is a little surprised. If he really wears earmuffs and can't hear Parselmouth, maybe Basilisk can really play the role of a castle guardian.
But, I'm afraid it itself doesn't have much effect.
So Basilisk fell asleep.
Headmaster Dumbledore led Sean out of Chamber of Secrets.
At this time, a group of little wizards passed by them excitedly, but they didn't seem to see Sean and Headmaster Dumbledore, as if they were transparent.
So Sean lowered his head and found that he was indeed transparent. Headmaster Dumbledore cast Disillusionment Charm without him noticing at all.
They walked all the way to Headmaster's office and Dumbledore before touching Fawkes and saying a word that made Sean pause slightly:
"Tom Riddle...
Few people know that this represents the young Voldemort.
What I didn't expect is that you have dealt with him many times, and every time, you have not lost to him. This is unbelievable."
Headmaster Dumbledore clicked the wand, and a shallow stone basin appeared on the table. The edge of the basin was engraved with Runic script and symbols, and the center was filled with a silver substance, which was both liquid and gas like clouds.
"We are going to enter my memory. I think you will find that it is not only vivid in detail, but also accurate. You go first, Mr. Green... lower your head..."
Sean leaned forward thoughtfully towards Pensieve, his face plunged into the cold memory in the basin, and then he fell in the darkness...
After a few seconds, his feet touched solid ground. He opened his eyes and found that he and Dumbledore were standing on a busy old-fashioned street of London.
Dumbledore naturally held his hand and they entered an orphanage on the street.
"That's me."
Dumbledore pointed at a tall figure in front and said cheerfully.
Sean finds it inexplicably interesting that Headmaster Dumbledore is pointing at Professor Dumbledore and talking.
In the memory, Professor Dumbledore is talking to an orphan with a handsome face.
"I'm here to pick you up and go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
Dumbledore said.
"Magic?"
The orphan named Riddle repeated softly.
"Not bad."
Dumbledore said.
"Those abilities of mine are... magic?"
"What skills do you have?"
"All kinds."
Riddle said in a low voice, the flush of excitement spread quickly from his neck to his sunken cheeks. He seemed very excited.
"I can make things move without touching them with my hands. I can make animals obey my commands without training them. I can make anyone unhappy if they make me angry. I can make them hurt if I want to."
His legs were trembling. He stumbled forward, sat on the bed again, lowered his head, and stared at his hands as if praying.
"I've always known I was different."
He said to his trembling hands,
"I've always known I was special. I've always known there's something here."
"Yes, your idea is not wrong."
Dumbledore said, he stopped smiling and looked at Riddle intently,
"You are a wizard."
Riddle raised his head. His face suddenly changed:
There was a kind of fanatical joy, and his expression was like a wild beast.
Next to Sean, an extremely complicated look appeared on Headmaster Dumbledore's face:
"When possessing unusual powers, wizards will always face a choice - at this time, it is very easy to turn to evil."
So, this memory passed quickly, and another memory appeared--
"Open the door."
Professor Dumbledore pointed to a wardrobe and said.
Riddle hesitated for a moment, then walked over and opened the closet door suddenly.
There were several pieces of shabby clothes hanging on the clothes rail, and there was a small cardboard box on the top shelf. It was shaking constantly and making a rattling sound. There seemed to be a few crazy mice inside.
"Take it out."
Dumbledore said. Riddle looked at a loss as he moved the shaking box down.
"Is there something in the box that you shouldn't have?"
Dumbledore asked. Riddle looked at Dumbledore deeply with clear and cautious eyes.
"Yes, I think so, sir."
He finally said in a dry voice.
"Open."
Dumbledore said.
Riddle opened the lid and poured the contents onto his bed without looking at it.
Among them were a traveling 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.
Obviously, these were stolen.