The young Dumbledore took a letter from his pocket. "I wrote to you before, hoping we could meet. You kindly invited me to come today. You do remember that, don't you?"
In contrast to his striking suit, the young Dumbledore spoke with considerable politeness, and Mrs. Cole's attitude changed as well.
She looked the young Dumbledore over again, took a deep breath, and tried to make herself seem more alert. "I remember now. There was such a thing!"
"Let's go this way!" She turned and beckoned. "Mr. Dumbledore... is that right? Let's discuss it in my office!"
Wizet followed the young Dumbledore toward Mrs. Cole's office, hearing faint children's voices coming from upstairs.
One child spoke curiously. "Oh! He looks like... like jam! Raspberry jam!"
Dumbledore smiled. "Ah! I like raspberry jam very much! He has good taste, doesn't he?"
Another child chimed in, his voice full of anticipation. "Will that Mr. Raspberry Jam... take one of us away?"
Yet another child said, "Probably not... I saw the letter that man was carrying. It seemed like he had already arranged something with Mrs. Cole. He's probably here for that Riddle..."
"Riddle!" The first child spoke again, but his tone had changed, now full of anticipation. "He's finally going to be taken away? That's wonderful!"
One of the children even began to pray. "God bless! I hope they definitely take him away! That person is far too terrifying!"
Wizet frowned slightly. He had once been a child in an orphanage himself, and he knew that when visitors came, the children usually hoped they would be chosen and taken away, so they could have a home.
However, once one of the children mentioned Riddle, their reactions changed at once. They all hoped Riddle would be taken away, and they even used the