Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Chapter 334 Key Memory ([-])
"Apparition class
If you're 17 or over by 31 August, you can take a twelve-week Apparition course taught by a Ministry of Magic Apparition teacher.

Those who wish to participate please sign below.

Tuition fee: twelve Galleons. "

At the beginning of the new semester, the sixth grade students were excited. In just a short time, there was a long queue neatly in front of this notice posted on the bulletin board, all of whom wanted to sign.

Everything was in order, Hermione signed her name first, then Ron, and finally Harry himself.They are all eligible for registration, the only one who has a problem is Ron, he does not have twelve Galleons.

But that wasn't a big deal, because his friend Harry had a lot of Galleons... a lot.

Throughout the day, the vast majority of the sixth graders were excited to learn about Apparition, and you could see them discussing the subject everywhere.Without exception, they all yearn for a life that can disappear and appear at any time.

Originally, Harry just listened quietly to their discussion, but when Ron leaked his experience of being manifested, he became the focus again.

For most of the day, Harry was surrounded by sixth year students who asked him to talk about Apparition, and even when he told them that Apparition was very unpleasant, he didn't see a trace of timidity on their faces.

Just awe, and growing interest.

"Speaking of which, what's the difference between Apparation and Apparation? Why aren't those two names?"

Before finally getting rid of these students who were eager for knowledge, Tom suddenly remembered that the two words I had heard before had to be asked.

"Actually, what's the difference?" Hermione took a big bite of an eight sandwich at the long table with Gryffindor, and said, "If 'he' is the main body, apparition can show 'you' in a certain place, phantom Transitions enable 'him' to get out of there. Overall, they're actually a spell."

"Good experience..."

"It's about understanding. The professor will say it in Apparition class."

"Okay..." Tom nodded, and then he was taken aback when he saw a group of new seekers approaching me.

At that time, there were only 10 minutes left before four o'clock!
Tom looked at Hermione and Harry, and they immediately set up cover for me tacitly, allowing me to run to the principal's office on time.

"Good evening, Tom."

The Pensieve was placed under the table again, and Young Master Hogwarts was holding onto its side with two large, shining silver bottles beside it.

"Good evening, sir," Tom replied. "Two memories tonight?"

"Yes, they all came by chance, and you think the seventh one is the most important of all the memories you have collected."

"More important than Stryde's?"

"Yes." Young Master Hogwart said, his expression suddenly became less serious, "but after that, you have to look at the first one first."

"Tonight, you will continue the story of Ron Dumbledore..." Hogwarts got straight to the point, and ended telling Tom about Riddle's time at Voldemorts.Things like what I've done, and what's thought of me.

"...Did you find any memories of Riddle in Voldemort's Court?" Hogwarts said, "Whether people who knew me at the time wanted to talk about me, we were all terrified."

"But there are still not a very large number of people who are willing to tell you something about me. It is scattered and often systematic. Yes, you also know one thing from those scattered memories. This is not what Ron said about me. My parentage is very fascinating."

"That's hard to understand: I was born in an orphanage and grew up here, so naturally I want to know how I got here. I've scoured Voldemort's Seven for clues to old Seash Dumbley, trophies, student rolls, But once I have gained something, I can only be forced to accept the fact that my father never surrendered to Voldemorts..." The Hogwart master took his glasses from under the bridge of his nose and wiped them, "You don't think it is At this time, I abandoned the name of Ron Dumbledore, after all, for me, my biological father's is ordinary and I can tolerate it, so I changed it to Riddle's."

"Guess, I also ended the investigation of my mother who was once valued by me at this time..."

"He should still remember what I said: since this man succumbed to death, he might be a wizard."

"But I was wrong," put in Tom.

"Yes, but I didn't know that at the time, and the only clue I had was the name 'Marvolo'." Hogwarts put back his glasses, "In the end, I found out in many old books and in the wizarding family. A little clue was found in the investigation, the Slytherin family has not survived..."

"This summer vacation, my year, did I go back to the orphanage that I have to go to every year, but chose to look for my possible relatives..."

Hogwarts opened the first bottle and poured the memory from the outside into the Pensieve.Then he held out his hand to Tom and motioned for me to grab it.

A few seconds ago, Tom found himself in a place that was not unfamiliar, but the difference between what he saw now and what he saw later was very small.

Afterwards it was also shabby, but not as dirty as it is now.The ceiling is covered with thick cobwebs, the ground is also white, and the moldy food under the table is mixed with the rusty pot, but there is no smell at all.

The room is dark, the only light coming from a candle that looks like it's about to go out at a woman's feet.My hair and beard were so long that they completely covered my eyes and mouth, and I moved so fast that Tom didn't even think I was dead.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and the woman woke up.He holds a wand in his left hand, and a dagger in his right.As soon as he got up from the ground, the door opened, and a young and handsome Nian stood at the door.

It was Riddle.

The woman's eyes fell on the young Xi Xiangshu, she stared at my face for a long time, and suddenly became excited.

"He! He!" I growled, stepped back, but kicked the scattered wine bottles on the ground, instead of staggering, I rushed towards Riddle at a slower speed.

"stop!"

There was a rustling sound, and the woman was startled, but she couldn't help but to stop, so she simply fell to the side and bumped directly under the table.

I propped up the dirty table, looked through the long hair, and looked at the child behind me even more sloppily.

"He would say something like that?"

"Yes, you will." Riddle presumptuously looked at the dilapidated room and asked, "Where is Marvolo?"

"Dead, very young."

"Who is this?"

"You are Morfin."

(End of this chapter)