Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Dumbledore poured the new memory into the meditation basin, then gently lifted the stone basin with his slender hands.

"You both have seen the early experience of Voldemort. We have said before that the handsome Muggle, Tom Riddle, who abandoned his witch wife Merop and returned to his village in Little Hangleton. My home. Merope is alone in London, with the child in the belly who will become Voldemort in the future..."

"Professor, how do you know she is in London?"

"Because there is evidence from Karaktakus Bock," said Dumbledore. "It’s a coincidence that it was a book that he founded. It was the sale of the one we said that made Katie hurt. The shop of the necklace."

"Bojin-Bock Black Magic Store." Ai Wen said.

"Yes, he is the owner of this store." Dumbledore said.

He shakes the things in the meditation basin, just like the gold digger screens gold.

A small old man emerges from the constantly rotating silver-white object. He slowly rotates in the meditation basin, pale like a ghost, but more textured than a ghost. His hair is very thick and his eyes are completely covered.

"Yes, I got it under very special circumstances. It was a young witch who brought it before Christmas. It was already a lot of years ago. She said that she urgently needs money, yeah. It was obvious. She was ragged, her face was pregnant, and she was pregnant. She said that the pendant was formerly Sarah Slytherin.” Mr. Bojin smiled disdainfully, “Cough, I I heard such a ghost all day long: Hey, this is Merlin’s thing, God, I swear, really, this is his favorite teapot...”

"But I took a closer look. The pendant box had the Slytherin family's mark. I read a few simple spells and got the truth from the woman. Of course, that thing is simply worthless." The woman doesn't seem to know how valuable it is. It only sells ten Galleons. It is the most cost-effective deal we have made!"

Dumbledore shook the meditation basin extraordinarily, and Karaktakus returned to where he had just appeared, sinking into the memory of the rotation.

"He said this is the lock box?" Ai Wen exposed the pendant behind the dress.

"Yes, it's really worth the price."

Ai Wen agreed to nod, this thing is simply priceless.

"But he only gave her ten Galleons?!" Harry said indignantly.

"Karak Takus Bock is not a generous person," said Dumbledore. "So we know that Merop stayed alone in London in the late stages of pregnancy, eagerly needing money and having to sell it. The only valuable thing in her body, Slytherin’s locket box is also a heirloom that Mavolo cherishes.”

"I don't understand, Merope is a witch. Why doesn't she get food and everything through magic? It doesn't cost money, just magic can solve this problem."

"Well!" said Dumbledore. "No one can figure this out. We can only guess now, maybe she can. But I think, I am guessing again, but I believe that I am right, I think After Merop was abandoned by her husband, she no longer used magic. She was greatly hurt emotionally. She thought that she was abandoned by his Muggle husband because she was a witch. She probably didn’t want to be a witch anymore. Of course, there is another possibility. Her unrequited love and the resulting despair have greatly weakened her power. Such things will happen, and intense emotional fluctuations will produce their own magic. In short, you will see later, even at the last moment, Merope will not raise his wand to save his life."

"Maybe after Riddle left, she was going to die!" Ivan guessed.

"Probably..." said Dumbledore.

“Is she even not willing to survive for her son?” Harry asked.

His words made Dumbledore raise his eyebrows. "Do you have sympathy for Voldemort?"

“No!” Harry said quickly. “But Merope is a choice, isn't it, unlike my mother!”

"Your mother can also choose." Dumbledore said softly. "Yes, Merope chose death. Although there is a son who needs her, don't ask her for blame. The long-term painful torture makes her very Fragile, and she has never had the courage of your mother, Harry!"

In any case, Merope insisted on giving birth to Voldemort.

Her life experience was so tragic, but if she gave up after Riddle immediately, then there would not be so many things later.

"Now, we will enter my memory, which is also a very important memory."

Dumbledore signaled that Evan and Harry stood up and they entered the meditation basin.

Once again falling in the dark, a few seconds later, when his feet stepped on the solid ground, Avon found himself standing on a busy old street in London with Dumbledore and Harry.

"That is me." Dumbledore said cheerfully at the tall figure in front.

The man was crossing the road in front of a horse-drawn milk cart. The young Albus Dumbledore's long hair and long beard were russet. He came to the side of the road and marched forward along the sidewalk. The elegant purple velvet suit on his body attracted many curious eyes.

I have to admit that the young Dumbledore looks very handsome and has a unique temperament.

It is different from the temperament of Dumbledore, but it is also the kind of temperament that will be noticed at a glance in the crowd.

And on such a street, it is too difficult to ignore the young Dumbledore! His elegant Muggle suits are very popular even if they are put into the present. Only the big players in the entertainment industry will wear them like this, not at all like the Muggles that other wizards pretend to be nondescript or greasy...

"Very beautiful clothes, professor!" Harry said without a thought.

"It's very suitable, I dare say there will be many girls who like you, professor." Ai Wen agreed.

Dumbledore did not answer, he just smiled softly.

Ai Wen felt that he might have made a mistake. Dumbledore has not been married until now, and there is not even a woman who has heard anecdotes.

In other words, what is the use of such a trendy and up-to-date fashion?

There used to be a lot of girls who liked him, but he didn't like it.

They are now coming to understand the former Voldemort, but Ai Wen suddenly felt that he had a deeper understanding of the former Dumbledore...