Wizet watched closely from the side. Young Dumbledore was like a hunter at that moment, peeling back the "sheepskin" Voldemort wore.
"Tom, I don't think the things in this box belong to you..." young Dumbledore asked evenly. "Am I right?"
The respect Voldemort had deliberately maintained vanished, and his expression turned indifferent. "Yes."
Young Dumbledore showed his forceful side and directly ordered Voldemort, "Open it!"
Perhaps because his "sheepskin" disguise had been stripped away, Voldemort did not resist. He opened the box as ordered and tipped out everything inside.
There were many items in the box, including a wooden spool, a dull silver thimble, and an old harmonica.
These things might have seemed ordinary nowadays, but in 1938, especially in an orphanage, they could already be considered valuable possessions.
For some reason, when Wizet saw those things, the locket Voldemort had turned into a Horcrux surfaced in his mind.
He remembered the saying, "A child's nature shows at three; the person they will become shows at seven." Thinking it over carefully, the traits and habits Voldemort had displayed from childhood had all become reflected in his later actions.
Dumbledore had hoped he would use these memories to "look out over another person's path of magic." Through these memories, he was indeed beginning to gain some insight, to understand what Voldemort's path of magic had been.
The conversation in the room did not stop. In young Dumbledore's view, the items in the box had clearly all been stolen by Voldemort.
So he warned, "Tom, you should understand! Hogwarts will not tolerate theft! Not only must you return these things, you must apologize to their owners as well! Do you understand?"
Wizet, who had grown up in an orphanage, saw things differently.
He asked quietly, "Headmaster Dumbledore, do you think he stole