Chapter 153

"Don't act like you know what I'm thinking." Nietzsche twisted his shoulders, shook off his hand, and said calmly.

"Yes, I don't understand, but I know... you have never let go of your doubts." Riddle waved his hand, causing the two of them to suddenly appear in a bedroom, "It's as if Dumbledore has always hated Me too."

Little Riddle had transformed into an eleven-year-old child, sitting meekly on the edge of the bed.

This time it was Professor Dumbledore who opened the door.

"His hypocrisy will be truly revealed from this moment."

Chapter 226 The other side of Dumbledore

This time it was Professor Albus Dumbledore who opened the orphanage bedroom door. The headmaster at that time had not yet grown such a long beard, with only a ring of whiskers under his chin and nose.

He wore a rounded gentleman's hat and a dark suit, and his expression was not as peaceful as the current Principal Dumbledore, more like a sword hidden in a sheath.

Little Riddle, on the other hand, was very shabby, wearing a gray tunic just like the previous orphans.

"Hello, Tom." The young principal put his handbag on the table and said hello, "I am Professor Dumbledore."

"Ha...I know~" Little Riddle looked at the book in his hand and said casually, "It was Mrs. Kerr who came to ask you to check my body, right?"

Nietzsche bent down slightly, and you could see that his eyes had not moved.

It's like...well...like an animal protecting its territory and being highly alert to all outside life.

I don't know what Riddle has been through in the past few years. At least he wasn't so restrained when he killed the rabbit and took revenge on the other children.

"No, of course not," Dumbledore said with a smile.

"I told you, I'm not sick!" Little Riddle's tone was almost like a command. He suddenly raised his head and stared at the other party fiercely.

Riddle reached out and calmly touched the objects in the room. These were memories that Voldemort hated, parts that he was eager to cut away because they represented weakness and ignorance.

"I gave several people chickenpox, and I thought they were trying to take this opportunity to send me away, but it was a good idea," he explained softly.

That's why he was so irritable at that time.

Immediately afterwards, Nietzsche saw the astonishment in Dumbledore's eyes.

"You misunderstood." Dumbledore said, "I am a professor at Hogwarts, and the reason why I am here is... to invite you to study in the new school, just like a normal child."

"Aha! You want to put me in a lunatic asylum!" Little Riddle stood up from the bed, leaning back with his back pressed against the window edge, ready to jump off at any moment. "The one who should be put in the lunatic asylum is that old witch who pretends to be a ghost. !”

"No! Riddle, you are not a madman, you are a wizard. Hogwarts is not a madhouse... it is a magical school."

"wizard?!"

Little Riddle was stunned, looking at Dumbledore in shock, and quickly glanced at the blue eyes that were not cloudy.

magic...

His legs were weak, and he stumbled onto the pillow, staring down at his trembling hands. The look of madness and disbelief made Nietzsche frown.

To be honest, Riddle had been ill as a child.

"I knew... I knew I was different from others." But then, he said arrogantly, "Then why should I believe you are a wizard."

"So you agreed to go to school?"

"Sure, why not."

Even Nietzsche could know what little Riddle was thinking at this time - he was eager to leave this orphanage and make some real 'colleagues'.

If it were Dumbledore now, maybe the matter would be over and he would just have to wait for school to start.

However, the man in front of him was Dumbledore more than fifty years ago. In 1937, he was still a professor of Transfiguration, and the First World Magic War was not yet over.

"Then you should call me 'Professor' instead of 'you'." Dumbledore said eloquently.

It’s hard to imagine, right?

It was difficult for Nietzsche to connect him with Principal Dumbledore: there was not much kindness to be seen, and there was no 'bee-like soliloquy' coming from the empty corridors.

In fact, even when Snape visited Holmes' house for the first time, he didn't seem so aggressive.

You must know that the professor had a gun pointed at his head.

Little Riddle took a deep breath, and after a long time, he suddenly became polite: "Sorry, professor, can you...I mean...please let me see..."

At this time, Nietzsche noticed that Riddle beside him suddenly clenched his fists.

Demonstration of magic is a very common thing. He originally thought that Professor Dumbledore could only show off the transformation technique casually to prove that he was a wizard.

But in the end, Dumbledore took out his wand, pointed at the wardrobe in the corner, and waved it, causing the flames to wrap around the wardrobe.

"That's mine..." Little Riddle roared in horror and anger.

But the next second, the flame was extinguished again, and the wardrobe was intact, as if everything just now was an illusion.

"What's hidden in your wardrobe?" Dumbledore said calmly.

"It's nothing." Little Riddle looked at the wardrobe that was shaking as if it contained several goblins, with a look of panic on his face.

"Open the door!"

Little Riddle hesitated, but in the face of fear he did as he was told.

His fear came from the unknown, because he didn't know how powerful the real, professionally trained wizard in front of him was, and he also had awe of the power that power brought.

There are a few old and clean clothes hanging in the closet, and the source of the shaking is the top cardboard box.

"Take it out, Riddle." Dumbledore sat upright and said calmly, "Is there something in this box that doesn't belong to you..."

That kind of peace does not come from the tranquility of the soul, but is infinitely closer to indifference.

If Nietzsche had to give an example, he would have been embarrassed to bring out his own dean... I'm really sorry for you, Dean Snape. Your signature is always on the cover of the reverse textbook.

Those cartons contained no precious possessions, nor money that little Riddle had magically stolen.

It's just some random objects, such as silver needles, rusty harmonicas, skeins of needlework and the like.

I don’t know what magic Dumbledore used, but when they were taken out, they stopped shaking.

"You return these things to their owners and apologize to them." Dumbledore put away his wand and continued, "Don't be clever. I will know if you did what I said. Hogwarts will not Accommodate the thieves.”

"I understand, Professor."

Riddle stepped forward and bent down to examine Dumbledore's young face. There was only ridicule in his eyes.

He said in a sharp voice, like a parrot: "I will know if you have done it... It's really interesting, how does he know that I hide these things?"

Perhaps he was still not satisfied with this, so he turned around and asked Nietzsche: "Don't you think this is ridiculous? It's like he believes in 'love' and believes that I am the thief? No...I earned these."

Spoils of war---Nietzsche can only think of this word to describe it.

And he had reason to believe that this was the first lesson Riddle was taught when he entered the magical world--power is power.

"Later I entered Hogwarts, and after greedily absorbing knowledge, I learned that there is a kind of magic called... Legilimency. It can let people know whether a person is lying, and it can also search for a person's memory."

"Do you really believe Dumbledore's bullshit? What about 'love' and 'protection'? The so-called belief is only based on the fact that he can first be sure whether the other person is lying."

Although Nietzsche knew that Riddle's remark was purposeful, it also made sense.

Professor Dumbledore may have heard the remarks about little Riddle, so he was on guard in his heart, but ironically, this matter has always been brooding on him.

As for Legilimency...

Occlumency is a good thing.

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(The tunics mentioned by Harry in the original article have a certain historical and ZZ color in Britain, but the anti-corset movement began in the 19th century. The only thing that can be inferred is that the internal hierarchy of Wu's Orphanage is strict.

Therefore, the description of the orphanage in the original article is very intuitive--"Growing up in a place like this, the atmosphere is very gloomy and depressing."

Because considering that tunics are actually very controversial for women in Europe, and Rowling did not distinguish between them, both male and female orphans should wear tunics, so the background of the orphanage should be a religious institution.

PS: It is very common for religions to open welfare homes and nursing homes, and they were very popular before the 21st century... It is not clear now. After all, after the development of the Internet, many births have been exposed. )

Chapter 227 So Nietzsche understood happiness

Once suspicion takes root, it is like poison that enters the mouth and can circulate throughout the body along the bloodstream. What's more, Nietzsche has not yet reached the point where Dumbledore can be trusted without reservation.

But it’s not in vain for Riddle to open up these memories.

But Nietzsche also doubted Tom Riddle. He did not think that the man in front of him was some kind of prodigal son.

"So what do you want to do?" He lowered his voice and replied rationally, "To express that you are worse off than Harry? In this way, you can occupy the moral high ground and be justified in not helping him?"

If Riddle wanted to have such pitiful thoughts, then he would have lived so many years in vain.

"If it were you...who wouldn't want to work with a smart person like you?" Riddle winked at him and smiled harmlessly, "And if I'm not mistaken, Dumbledore has already let you understand White. It’s magic.”

He has always been watched as a student, and he is indeed good at guessing people's hearts.

Then Riddle continued: "Judging from my mental projection of you, you will definitely not be able to find the so-called 'love' and 'happiness' in Dumbledore's words. Warm reminder, you'd better learn it as soon as possible."

"What do you mean? Just you?" Nietzsche sneered.

This was the funniest joke he had ever heard - that Voldemort could teach him the Patronus Charm.

"I'm just reminding you, because it's not just Dumbledore who pays attention to you." Riddle cast a meaningful look and continued, "And you, just give me those pure bloods."

He raised his arm and squeezed it hard, like he would crush a rabbit to death when he was a child, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

Nietzsche wants to make a deal with him: Riddle can help on a magical level, and he must give him the purebloods.

"Do you really want revenge?"

"Holmes, I was born in a lie, and I live for revenge... Believe me, no one will understand your thoughts except me."

Riddle clapped his hands, and the Wu Orphanage began to collapse, sinking like quicksand, and then strange tall buildings and bridges were built. The light from the two red suns made Nietzsche have to squint his eyes.

In this fantasy city, they can see many magic cars flying everywhere, and the train road has no end in the sky...

But the Muggles on the street looked very tired, walking back and forth like zombies, and their mental outlook was completely opposite to that in the Mirror of Erised.

And Nietzsche didn’t see many wizards walking on the street.

"I never believe in the so-called love, but I can use fear...let me see what you are afraid of." Riddle corrected again, "It's not the prank-like scare of the Boggart, it's the deepest fear in your heart." Things to worry about.”

The thing you are most afraid of realizing, the thing you most want to escape from.

But after a while, the passers-by on the street seemed to notice the two of them. They never took their eyes away from them and gradually moved closer to them.

"Don't let your subconscious mind resist me!" Riddle was hit by a passerby, turned to Nietzsche and shouted, "You madman."

"As someone who pries into other people's brains, you have no right to call me a lunatic."

Riddle pulled Nietzsche and walked all the way up on the magic cars that passed by and formed a moving staircase.

Every time they jumped, they could just step on the roof of a flying car. This was Nietzsche's subconscious. It was Riddle who relied on this method to slowly implant his consciousness into Ginny's mind. .

The 'Moving Staircase' reached the end, so Nietzsche looked at the train passing by, and suddenly, for some reason, he felt that he should jump on it...

It was that kind of intuition that had no reason, as if telling him: Along this train, you can see the thing you fear the most.

The train has no tracks and seems to be heading into space. Nietzsche grasps the handle on the deck hard...wait a minute, why is there a handle on the top of the train?

"The Wizards' Council has taken control of the planet's resources. We will devote ourselves to a great cause for the ideal of all mankind..." He heard the sound playing inside across the train.

The world has entered interstellar civilization, and everything seems to be wonderful.

But is it really so?

Nietzsche pulled the handle hard and hung half of his body on the edge of the train. Through several windows, he saw that the speaker looked familiar...Looking carefully, isn't this Warrington?

"Why are you afraid of them?" Riddle roared at the top of his lungs.

"I don't know!" Nietzsche thought for a moment and suddenly thought of a possibility.

The train ended at a huge space station. He and Riddle got off the train and walked inside with the crowd, but they always felt something was wrong.

Are you afraid that your friends will do well?

Along the way, they would always hear announcements similar to those on the train, and these people had some unpredictable fanaticism in their eyes... Nietzsche felt a little disgusted and disgusted.

It was like seeing a few fanatical religious elements in the center of a metropolis, and there was a strong sense of fragmentation.

"Ginny Weasley is afraid that Potter will hate her, and Lucius Malfoy is afraid that the crazy Voldemort will kill everyone." Riddle turned his head and looked around, "Only yours is the weirdest."

"Except for Hermione, what would happen if you implanted your own thoughts now?"