"You need to return these things to their owners and apologize to them."
Professor Dumbledore said calmly,
"I will know if you have done it, and I also want to warn you: Hogwarts will not tolerate theft."
There was no trace of shame on Riddle's face. He stared at Dumbledore coldly, as if he was weighing him.
Finally, he said in a dry voice:
"Understood, sir."
Next to Sean, the voice of the gray-haired Dumbledore was calm:
"Then there's the second choice, how to face your own behavior."
So the picture flows again--
Riddle put the small pile of stolen goods back into the cardboard box, his face still expressionless.
After cleaning up, he turned around and said to Dumbledore unceremoniously:
"I have no money."
"That's an easy fix."
Dumbledore said and took out a leather wallet from his pocket.
"Hogwarts has a fund specifically provided to those who need funding to purchase textbooks and school robes. I'm afraid some of your magic books can only be bought second-hand, but--"
"Where can I buy a magic book?"
Riddle interrupted Dumbledore, took the money bag over without a word of thanks, and carefully examined a thick Gold Galleons.
Professor Dumbledore and Headmaster Dumbledore both had extremely deep expressions on their faces.
The gray-haired Headmaster Dumbledore spoke after a long time:
"In the end, it's how to choose to face the interests."
At this time, the picture in the memory burst like a bubble.
A few seconds later, Sean felt like he was flying lightly in the darkness again, and then landed steadily in the real office.
He was in a daze because of the separation just now. Pensieve always causes this effect.
"Time is playing tricks on us,"
Dumbledore pointed at the dark sky outside the window and said,
"Goodbye, kid."
Sean was stunned. Headmaster Dumbledore had just shown him Voldemort's childhood, but in the end he didn't say anything?
When he glanced over, Headmaster Dumbledore was smiling kindly:
"Well, I hope you didn't overlook that last point because you were sleepy, Sean--young Tom Riddle likes to collect trophies.
You saw the box of stolen goods he hid in his room. They were taken from the children he had bullied, so to speak, they were souvenirs of some particularly nasty magic tricks.
I guess you have read that book. If you have any questions, maybe you will have some answers now.
As for what I'm trying to say, kid... that's choosing your life carefully. But I gotta say, no one does that better than you."
Headmaster's office's door is closed.
Dumbledore stands at the edge of the window. Different choices always make the story go in different directions.
Pensieve, which is more in-depth, Memory Silver, stores completely different scenes.
The classroom on the fourth floor, Chamber of Secrets underground, the disappeared Undetectable Extension Charm bag and the new Children's Home rising from the ground.
His beard was raised, as if he thought of something happy.
When Sean walked out of Headmaster's office, he was still thinking.
It seems that Headmaster Dumbledore has discovered the secret of Voldemort Horcrux, and <Deadly Magic> is probably the principal who allowed him to learn it.
This also means that the plot never changes much, and even if it does, it will deviate in the right direction.
This is also what I want to see.
Avoiding the excited patrolling little wizards, Sean's pace was a little brisk. The proficiency required for Soul Transfiguration to reach [Experienced] was not much. Soon, he would be able to solve the Voldemort soul in Harry.
But what on earth are the little wizards doing?
Sean concentrated slightly and effortlessly saw the portrait of Black Cat in their hands.
Sean who is about to practice Soul Transfiguration: "..."
At night, the snow that had fallen in the morning turned into a fierce blizzard. Thick, gray snowflakes danced in the sky, blocking every window. The castle was much darker than usual.
A Black Cat finally found a shelter. Its ears stood up, and it could still hear the sounds of the little wizards running happily in the corridor downstairs.
Fortunately, there are no people in the depths of Third Floor Corridor, and most of the little wizards are concentrated at the statue of Black Cat.
The bottom of the statue is now filled with sacrifices. Black Cat sometimes feels that this is too strange.
After it quietly removed the sacrifices, there would only be more and more sacrifices next time, so it had no choice but to let it go.
In addition to the rumors spread by Castle Spirit Cat Club recently, there is another thing that has become a popular rumor of Hogwarts School since the morning.
"Ah, it turns out to be silly baby Potter! What is Potter doing? Why is Potter so sneaky--oh, Potter, you nuisance, look at the good things you do, you control the snake, I think it's funny-"
Black Cat moved his ears and heard a strange sound.
It turned out to be Peeves. It giggled and jumped past Harry on the fourth floor, knocking Harry's glasses crookedly.
"Go away! Peeves! Bloody Baron is coming!"
Harry shouted, Peeves hurriedly backed away and ran away. But he still did not forget to stick out his tongue at Harry.
"I'm not like him, and I can't possibly be suitable for Slytherin!"
After Peeves left, Harry said loudly.
Ever since Headmaster's office came out, he had a panic that he couldn't explain.
"I'm at Gryffindor..."
In his heart, a voice said.
"But Sorting Hat originally wanted to put you in Slytherin."
Soon, another voice retorted.
These two voices had been arguing for a long time, and Harry wanted to throw himself into Black Lake covered with a thin layer of ice to calm down.
While he was upset, Harry saw a black shadow flashing away. The black shadow looked very familiar. He quickly rubbed his eyes:
"Black Mr. Cat!"
he shouted.
It's Castle Spirit Cat from Hogwarts Castle. It even knows Voldemort's diary, and maybe it can answer its own question!
But the black shadow had long since disappeared, so he could only lower his head in despair.
That night, Harry couldn't sleep for several hours. He watched the snowflakes drifting through the windows of the castle through the gaps in the curtains around the bed, and felt at a loss.
In the gray world, he finally fell asleep in a daze.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a blurry space. On the familiar "Children's Home" sign, a Black Cat was using its paws to place its tail.
"Black Mr. Cat!"
Harry shouted in surprise.
Black Cat nodded humanely.
"You know--"
By this time, Harry had so many words on his lips that he couldn't even utter any words for a while.
Black Cat is not anxious at all, it seems to be still taming its tail.
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