For a Magus who had undergone training, it was not too difficult to do what Riddle had said.
However, considering that he was only eleven years old, had not gone to school, and did not even have a wand, he could already control his magic to do what he wanted. This talent was terrifying, and it showed that Riddle had powerful magic and control, far beyond the standard of a normal wizard.
Elwyn did not know who could do this, not even Dumbledore.
Riddle's ancestor, Salazar? Slytherin's powerful magic talent was perfectly displayed in him.
For thousands of years, the Gunter family's insistence on inbreeding and preserving the integrity of their bloodline had finally paid off.
This kind of heaven-defying magic talent should not have appeared in this era.
Of course, it should not have appeared in Riddle.
But everything had been cast, and the cause and effect had been formed. Even if Riddle did not go to school at Hogwarts, he would have become the Dark Lord, or even more terrifying, the strongest Silent One in history.
Losing control of one's power would only bring about disaster.
Elwyn had a glimmer of understanding. The rise of the Lord Voldemort was inevitable.
In the room, Riddle finished explaining his abilities in one breath.
His legs were trembling, and he stumbled forward and sat on the bed again. He hung his head and stared at his hands, as if he was praying.
"I knew I was different," he said to his trembling hands. "I knew I was special," he said to his trembling hands. "I knew there was something in it."
"Yes, you are right," Dumbledore said. Dumbledore said. He stopped smiling and frowned slightly, his eyes focused on Riddle. "You are a wizard."
Riddle raised his head, and his face changed in an instant: it revealed a fanatical joy.
But somehow, this did not make him look better. Instead, his delicate features suddenly became rough.
His expression was like that of a beast, frightening, and inexplicably frightening and unsettling. Perhaps this was his true face.
"You are a wizard too?" he asked eagerly.
"Yes."
"Prove it to me," Riddle said immediately, his tone as arrogant as before when he said the truth.
The young Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, as if he was thinking.
"If, as I understand it, you agree to study at Hogwarts …"
"Of course I agree!"
"Then you will have to call me Professor or Sir."
Riddle's expression froze for a moment, and then he suddenly said in a completely different tone of politeness, "I am sorry, Sir. I mean, Professor, can you let me see … "
If it were any other wizard here, they would have flatly refused Riddle's request.
But Dumbledore was different. Based on Ivan's understanding of him, the overjoyed Riddle had successfully attracted the headmaster's attention. This would probably be the most vexing thing for him for many years to come.
Dumbledore pulled his wand from the inside pocket of his suit and pointed it at the shabby wardrobe in the corner. With a casual wave, the wardrobe burst into flames.
Riddle sprang to his feet and let out a roar of terror and rage.
It was conceivable that all his property was probably in that wardrobe. This was probably all he had.
However, just as Riddle was about to question Dumbledore, the fire suddenly disappeared, and the wardrobe remained intact.
Riddle looked at the wardrobe, and then at Dumbledore.
Then, he pointed at the wand, his expression became greedy.
"Where can I get one?"
"You will have it when the time comes," Dumbledore said, "There seems to be something trying to get out of your wardrobe."
Sure enough, there was a faint clicking sound from the wardrobe, as if something was about to come out.
Riddle showed a panicked expression for the first time, and looked at Dumbledore uneasily.
"Open the door," Dumbledore said in a commanding tone.
Riddle hesitated for a moment, then walked over and flung open the wardrobe door.
There were a few tattered clothes hanging on the clothes rack. On the shelf at the top of the rack, there was a small cardboard box that was constantly shaking and making clicking sounds. It seemed that there were a few crazy mice locked inside.
"Take it out," Dumbledore said.
Riddle moved the shaking box down, and he looked bewildered.
"Is there something in the box that you shouldn't have?" Dumbledore asked.
Riddle looked at Dumbledore with clear, cautious eyes, his expression calm and unchanging.
"Yes, I think so, sir," he finally said in a dry voice.
"Open it," Dumbledore said.
Riddle opened the lid, and without looking, dumped the contents on his bed.
Elwyn and Harry took two steps forward, only to see a pile of ordinary things scattered on the bed.
Among them, there was a wandering string reel, a silver thimble, and a tarnished harmonica.
As soon as they were out of the box, they stopped trembling and lay obediently on the thin blanket, motionless.
"You will return these things to their owners, and apologize to them," Dumbledore said calmly, putting his wand in his coat pocket. Dumbledore said calmly, tucking his wand back into his coat pocket. "I will know if you did, but I must warn you: Hogwarts does not tolerate theft. It will not be tolerated."
Riddle's face showed no sign of shame. He still stared coldly at Dumbledore, as if weighing him up.
Finally, he said in a dry voice, "Yes, sir."
"At Hogwarts!" Dumbledore continued, "We teach you not only how to use magic, but also how to control it. In the past, you used your magic in that way. I believe it was unintentional, but this is something that our school will never teach, and will never tolerate. You are not the first person to lose control of your magic, and you will not be the last. But you should know that Hogwarts can expel students, and the Ministry of Magic, yes, there is a Ministry of Magic, will punish violators in a more severe way. Every new wizard must accept that once they enter our world, they must obey our laws. "
"Yes, sir," Riddle said again.
It was difficult to know what was going on in his mind, and it was difficult to judge whether he took Dumbledore's words to heart.
His face was expressionless as he put the small pile of stolen goods back into the cardboard box.
When he was done, he turned around and said to Dumbledore bluntly, "I have no money."
"That is easy to solve." Dumbledore said as he took out a leather purse from his pocket, "Hogwarts has a fund that is specially provided to those who need funding to buy textbooks and school robes. I am afraid that some of your magic books can only be bought second-hand, but... "
"Where can I buy magic books?" Riddle interrupted Dumbledore.
He took the purse without a word of thanks, and was now examining a thick piece of gold.
"In Diagon Alley." Dumbledore said, "I brought your book list and school supplies. I can help you buy everything..."
"You want to go with me?" Riddle looked up and asked warily.
"Of course, if you..."
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