One Hundred and Forty-Four: Riddle's Identity

Peter Pettigrew is that person's name. He is a member of the Order of the Phoenix, comes from a respectable family, and is from Gryffindor, a school almost entirely free from Dark Wizard.

Draco Malfoy, on the other hand, has his surname inextricably linked to the Death Eaters. He was a villain who was sorted into Slytherin the moment the Sorting Hat touched him.

"A rotten orange is a rotten orange. If the people of Malfoy can change, I'll only tell you two words: Dream on!"

"Betrayal and opportunism are etched into their hearts," Moody said sarcastically.

"Enough! Alastor!"

"That kid Draco is impossible!"

"Moreover, his father entrusted something to me."

"This item is related to Voldemort's life; it is one of the cornerstones of his immortality."

"Such a grave sin, even if Draco killed Harry, or even I, could not undo Lucius's mistake."

"Actually, in my heart, I already knew who that person might be."

Dumbledore and then said, "Tom Riddle."

"You and he set a trap for Voldemort?" Snape couldn't help but roll his eyes.

What are you talking about?

"What does this have to do with that Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor?" This was Moody.

"He can't really be your son, can he?" Riddle Diggle, the source of the rumors about Dumbledore's son.

"Who is my mother?" Sturgis Podmore rubbed his square chin.

"I think it might be Professor McGonagall." Hestia's face flushed crimson. The Scarlet Witch had been born in this room.

"Wait, this news— Kingsley, you'd better not stay here, kid," Moody suddenly interjected.

In Moody's eyes, Kingsley was just a newcomer, and he was not as reliable as his other old comrades.

As for Snape knowing, Moody was not at all surprised.

In his eyes, Snape was a spy who joined the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters during his student days.

In terms of seniority, Snape is probably not much different from him.

"Well, it seems this matter won't be resolved anytime soon." Even Dumbledore gave a wry smile.

He began to draw his wand, chanting a long and difficult incantation, and beams of blue light emerged from his wand.

Then came the sound of the pressure cooker boiling—the living room, which had been cramped just moments before, suddenly expanded, the sofa became much longer, and the bookshelves, which had been a wall before, now looked particularly comical in the room.

It gives people an indescribable sense of humor.

"Very good, a very good Undetectable Extension Charm."

"But this is my home." Snape couldn't help but reveal a hint of anger.

It's important to understand that this place wasn't just filled with his painful childhood memories.

Earlier in his life, before his father went bankrupt and his mother was revealed to be a witch, his family was considered happy.

Lily also came here after he became a wizard.

This place can also be said to be filled with his happiness and joy.

"Don't worry, the living room will be restored to its original state in 2 hours."

"Also, Kingsley, you don't need to go out," Dumbledore a smile.

He waved his wand, and the sofa slid down to the backsides of the other wizards present.

He waved it again, and the rickety table became ornate and spacious, with several glasses of sherry filling up on the Scotland- style tablecloth that suddenly appeared on the tabletop.

"Hmm~, you really do remember that I like this." Moody took a sip, savoring the taste.

"You should know that I never drink beverages given to me by others when I'm out."

"And don't drink anything too strong either—" Moody laughed when he saw the feigned confusion on Kingsley's face.

He pulled out a curved wine bottle. "It's all thanks to this!"

"I'll pass."

"As a lady, it's not a good thing to get drunk in front of a group of men," Hestia waved her hand.

Indeed, Sherry is also known as cooking wine because of its unique aroma. In Britain, it is a popular drink served before meals.

However, its alcohol content is also quite high, which is consistent with its origin in southern Spain.

Meanwhile, upon hearing this, Dumbledore waved his wand again, and the sherry in front of Hestia turned into a glass of chilled Pumpkin Juice.

"That's right, that's the taste!"

"I haven't tasted this unique Pumpkin Juice since I left Hogwarts," Hestia smacked her lips.

"Then I'll have Hagrid share his unique insights on cultivating pumpkins with you," Dumbledore a smile.

In addition, Snape went upstairs as if nothing had happened and brought out a few plates of food.

Moody shook his head, brushing his long, gray hair away from his face, then pulled over a plate of sausages and held it to his mutilated nose to smell them.

He took a small knife out of his pocket, poked it into one end of a sausage, and started eating.

About ten minutes later, everyone had finished their meal and drinks.

"Now it's time to talk about who this Riddle is." Moody pulled another not-so-clean-looking handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his mouth.

Instead of using some effective Cleaning spells, such as "Scourgify" or "Whirlwind Sweep".

As an Auror, or rather a former Auror, he always adhered to the principle of avoiding the use of magic whenever possible.

"Before we talk about him— Whirlwind Sweep!" Diggle extended his wand, which absorbed most of the oil stains, leaving only the slightly smoking handkerchief in Moody's hand.

"Thank you, Diggle!" Moody said sarcastically. "Do you know what would happen if a wand suddenly appeared in front of you, the people who give me a sense of security?"

"Stupefy?" Diggle jumped up lively.

"No, Cruciatus Curse!" Moody read in a sinister tone.

"Although the Ministry of Magic is reluctant to promote me or give me more allowance, they are willing to grant me the privilege of using the Unforgivable Curses."

"Why? Because they fucking know I'm a good guy!"

"I've never been a madman!"

"Everyone knows they are guilty! Why can't I be vigilant, or even attack them!"

"But everything's fine now!"

"Arthur has become the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, everything is fine now!"

"Albus, you're finally sober!" Moody said drunkenly, occasionally hiccuping.

"Excuse me, Moody is drunk." Diggle quickly covered Moody's mouth.

"He wasn't drunk; he was more sober than anyone else."

"I make mistakes too."

"Now, I will tell you about Riddle's identity." Dumbledore took a deep breath.

"You may find his name familiar, but you've never made that connection."

"Riddle is part of Voldemort, the younger version of him."

"At the same time, he is also a powerful tool to break the current Voldemort, and an indispensable part of the best solution." Dumbledore looked at the stunned crowd.

He already knew, except for Snape, and was looking down, munching on a piece of bread that looked rather tasteless.