Su Er sat carefully on the sofa opposite Dumbledore, taking tiny sips of sour fruit juice.
At Dumbledore's question, his heart lurched. Here it comes! The thing every transmigrator big shot had to face-Old Bumblebee's probing!!
"Go ahead, Professor." Su Er involuntarily straightened up.
"Heh, there's no need to be so nervous, Mr. Bones," Dumbledore said, smiling. "I merely wanted to find out a few things."
As the saying went, when Old Bumblebee smiled, your life hung in the balance.
Hearing that only made Su Er more nervous.
"Do you know Tom Riddle?" Dumbledore asked softly.
Su Er's gaze flickered wildly. What did Old Bumblebee mean by that?
Should I admit it, admit it, or admit it? Just kidding. Since Old Bumblebee had asked, and I was planning to cling to this powerful backer, of course I would lay everything out.
He wasn't about to have a young wizard save the world single-handedly. That was the Chosen One's job.
Besides, when Old Bumblebee got ruthless, he could even stake his own life on a gamble. Of course, part of that was surely because he himself no longer wanted to live.
(After all, his lover was dead, and his sister's death was another reason... doge face, please spare me.)
Su Er nodded without the slightest hesitation.
"I know him, Professor. In fact, I also know that he was the one who later became Voldemort."
A trace of surprise appeared on Dumbledore's face, but vanished in an instant. Su Er caught it.
"It seems you really do know a great deal," Dumbledore said with feeling. He had considered the possibility that Su Er would admit it, but not so readily; he had expected to establish it only after probing him in various ways.
Still, this also showed that the young wizard before