Harry leaned down toward the meditation basin, his face piercing into the cold memories of the pot, and then he fell again in the darkness…Several seconds later, his feet stepped on the solid ground, and he opened his eyes to find him and Dumbledore standing on a busy old-fashioned street in London.

"That's Richard Silver." Dumbledore said, pointing to a figure in front of him, who was crossing the road in front of a horse-drawn milk truck.

"We have to keep up with him, come on Harry," Dumbledore urged.

Harry was surprised to find that Richard Silver, who was originally silver-haired, had a head of blonde hair. A shallow scar on his left face gave him a feeling of being arrogant without anger. Wrinkles climbed up to the corners of his eyes and forehead, and he was no longer young.

"You must be very surprised why Richard Silver's hair turned golden," Dumbledore said. "The reason is very simple. Richard Silver is a natural Animagus. He has the ability to change his hair at will, just like Tonks. But when he turns his hair into golden, it means he is very, very angry at this time, and he is as fierce as a lion at this time."

"How did the scars on his face come from? There shouldn't be any scars on his face last time." Harry asked.

Dumbledore did not answer Harry's question.

They came to the back of a yard, where there was a square, gloomy and old-fashioned building surrounded by high railings. At this time, someone was already standing here.

"That's me," Dumbledore said happily, pointing at the man.

The young Albus Dumbledore has aurora of long hair and beard. He is wearing a sophisticated purple velvet suit.

"What a beautiful dress, sir." Harry blurted out without hesitation.

Dumbledore chuckled softly.

"Albus, you came early enough." Richard Silver's tone was disrespectful.

The young Dumbledore didn't think Richard's bad attitude was different. "If Richard hadn't insisted on meeting that child with me, I would have finished my business and returned to Hogwarts now."

"What a pity, I wasted your precious time." Richard said sarcastically, "Do you want me to compensate you for some overtime?"

"No, thank you," Dumbledore said. He walked up the steps leading to the front door and knocked on the door. After a moment, a sloppy girl wearing an apron opened the door.

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

"Oh," the girl said with a confused face, looking at Dumbledore's weird outfit with a sharp look, and then she became a little timid when she saw Richard.

"Well...wait...Madam Cole!" she turned her head and shouted.

Harry heard a voice in the distance shouting and answering her. The girl turned to Dumbledore again.

"Come in, she'll be here soon."

Richard and Dumbledore walked into a black and white tiled foyer. The whole room looked very shabby. But very neat and spotless.

Harry and Dumbledore Old followed in. Before the door was closed behind them, a skinny and tired-looking woman walked quickly towards them. Her face was clearly contoured and looked anxious than evil. She turned her head toward Dumbledore and Richard, and told another helper with an apron.

"... Take the iodine upstairs to Martha, Billy Stubs scratched his scabs, and Eric Wallace's blood stained the sheets - it was so unlucky, he was caught with chickenpox!" She said as if she was talking to the air. At this time, her eyes fell on Dumbledore and Richard. She stopped suddenly, looking shocked, as if she saw a giraffe crossing her threshold.

"Good afternoon." Dumbledore said as he stretched out his hand. Richard didn't even look at Mrs. Cole.

Mrs. Cole looked at them in amazement.

"My name is Albus Dumbledore, and this is my friend Richard Silver. I have written you a letter and asked you to meet us, and you are very kind to invite us to come today."

Mrs. Cole blinked. She seemed to have determined that Dumbledore and Richard were not her hallucinations, so she forced herself to cheer up and said, "Oh, by the way. OK-ok-ok-you better come to my room. Yes."

She led Dumbledore and Richard into a cottage that seemed to be half a living room and half an office. It was as simple and shabby as the foyer, with old furniture and unsuitable.

"I have already told you in my letter. I

I came here to discuss with you about Tom Riddle's affairs and arrange a future for him," said Dumbledore.

"Are you his relative?" asked Mrs. Cole.

"No, I'm a teacher," said Dumbledore. "The gentleman next to me is Tom Riddle's relative. I'm here to invite Tom to our school."

"So, what school is this?"

"The school name is Hogwarts," Dumbledore said.

Mrs. Cole showed a suspicious expression, "I have never heard of what Hogwarts school is in London. This name sounds strange."

"Mrs. Cole, I can assure you that Hogwarts is by no means a weird school. He is a private school in the Scottish Highlands, and the statement is not obvious just because he only accepts children of qualities." Dumbledore said.

"How come you are interested in Tom?" Mrs. Cole seemed a little nervous. "I can't just hand over the child to you like this."

"How much does it cost?" Richard said impatiently.

"Sorry, what are you talking about?"

"I'm talking, how much do you need?" said Richard. "How much do you need to hand over my aunt's grandson?"

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"What kind of person is your great-grandfather? Why do you always look so disdainful when you mention him?"
Chapter completed!