Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

The young Dumbledore crossed the street and the three followed him not far away.

Finally, they crossed a large iron gate and walked into a bare courtyard.

Behind the yard is a square, gloomy and old-fashioned building surrounded by high railings.

Is that place here?

Ai Wen looked at it curiously. It should be the orphanage where Voldemort was in his childhood.

A very famous place, the beginning of evil, looks very unpleasant.

As Evan looked around, the young Dumbledore walked up the steps leading to the front door and knocked at the door.

After a moment, a girl with a skirt and aunt opened the door.

"Good afternoon, I have an appointment with a Mrs. Cole. I think she is the general manager here?"

"Oh!" the girl said with a confused face, and looked at Dumbledore's overly gorgeous line with horror. "Well, wait, Mrs. Cole!"

She shouted and shouted, and a voice yelled in the distance to answer her, and the girl turned to Dumbledore.

"Come in, sir, she will come soon."

When Ivan, Harry, and Dumbledore followed him, he walked into a foyer with black and white tiles. The whole room looked very worn, but it was very neat and spotless. The door was not closed behind them, and there was a skinny, look. The tired woman walked towards them quickly.

Her face is well-defined, and it seems to be more anxious than to say that it is fierce.

As she walked toward Dumbledore, she turned to tell another helper with an apron.

"Take the iodine upstairs to Martha, Billy Stubbs scratched his cockroaches, Eric Wallace's blood stained the sheets. It was unlucky, it was infected with chickenpox. "She was talking to the air, and her eyes fell on Dumbledore and slammed her foot."

She was astonished as if she saw a giraffe through her threshold.

"Good afternoon, madam!" said Dumbledore, reaching out.

Mrs. Cole looked at him with a stunned look and did not respond for a long time.

"My name is Albus Dumbledore. I wrote a letter to you asking you to meet me. You kindly invited me to come over today."

Mrs. Cole blinked, and she seemed to think that Dumbledore was not her illusion, and she said with a strong spirit, "Oh, yes, Mr. Dumbledore's letter, yes, yes! Good, good. Well, you better come to my room, yes..."

She led Dumbledore into a cabin that seemed to be half the living room and half of the office. It was as shabby as the foyer, and the furniture was old and unsuitable. She asked Dumbledore to sit in a rickety chair, and she sat down behind a messy table and looked at him nervously.

"I have already said to you on the letter. I am here to discuss with you about Tom Riddle and arrange a future for him," said Dumbledore.

"You are his loved one?" Mrs. Cole asked suspiciously.

"No, I am a teacher." Dumbledore said, "I am coming to ask Tom to go to our school to study."

"So, what is this school?"

"The school name is Hogwarts," said Dumbledore.

Apparently, Mrs. Cole had never heard of such a place, and her face was more skeptical.

It is possible for a liar to use this excuse to lie to a child and go out to do something. This kind of sensational report can always be seen in the newspaper.

Mrs. Cole does not necessarily like Riddle, but she must be responsible for the safety of the children here.

"How can you be interested in Tom?"

"We think he has some qualities that we are looking for."

"You mean that he won a scholarship? How is this going? He never applied for it."

"Hey, when he was born, our school recorded his name."

"Who registered for him? His parents?"

There is no doubt that Mrs. Cole is a very savvy woman who feels a little headache.

Dumbledore apparently thought so. He did not continue to answer her question. Instead, he took the wand from the pocket of the velvet suit and picked up a completely blank piece of paper from Mrs. Cole's table.

"Give." He handed the paper to her and waved his wand. "I think, you can see it all."

Mrs. Cole’s eyes drifted a little, and then she concentrated again.

She looked at the blank piece of paper seriously for a while, this hand is really beautiful, the perfect spirit to induce magic.

Ai Wen felt that Katie had the possibility to have this magic yesterday. Something was enchanted in the women's toilet of the three broom bars. It might be the kraft paper package itself. Kate was induced when it came across it.

One thing is certain, this is definitely not the magic that the Ministry of Magic allows the wizard to use.

Evan looked up at Dumbledore, and Dumbledore seemed to know what Evan was thinking and smiled at him.

"It seems to be completely in line with the procedure." Mrs. Cole said calmly, returning the paper to Dumbledore.

Then, her eyes fell on a bottle of gin and two glasses, and those things were definitely not there a few seconds ago.

“Well, can I ask you to have a drink of gin?” she said in a particularly polite voice.

“Thank you very much,” said Dumbledore with a smile.

Obviously, Mrs. Cole is not a newbie to drink gin.

She filled the cups of the two men and drank their glasses in one bite.

She licked her mouth without disguise, and for the first time she smiled at Dumbledore, and Dumbledore immediately hit the iron.

"I don't know if you can tell me about the life of Tom Riddle? He seems to be born in this orphanage?"

Obviously, from the perspective of Dumbledore's familiarity, he is not a newbie...

Inductive magic plus a relaxing gin, and a soulless mind with almost no trace of casting.

God, don't say that Dumbledore just wants to know about Riddle. He can now easily ask everything he is interested in from Mrs. Cole's mouth, anything can be, and this is still so gentle.

If you change other wizards here, you may come straight!

It’s the way that black wizards like it.

"Yeah, that child grew up here." Mrs. Cole said and poured some gin for herself. "I remember that thing clearly, because I just came here to work. It was a On New Year's Eve, it was snowing outside, it was cold, and it was a bad night. The girl was not much older than I was at the time, very weak, very embarrassed, she suffered, I really don't know how to persist, she 踉踉跄跄I walked up the steps of the front door. Cough, we experienced a lot of things. We took her in. She gave birth to the child in less than an hour, and after less than an hour, she died. ”