"Silver, are you going out so late?" said Antonin, whose face was covered with notes.

"I'm going to go to the kitchen to get something to eat, I'm a little hungry." Silver played the last card in his hand, "Okay, you guys lost again."

"Damn, you're so lucky tonight." Michael muffled a note on his chin, "If you want to go to the kitchen, remember to bring me some chicken wings. I'm a little hungry."

"I want two glasses of pumpkin juice."

“I want to order mints.”

Terry and Antonin also quickly made their requests.

"You lazy guys," Silver cursed with a smile. "Wait, it may take some time. I don't want to be caught by Felch."

It was already nine o'clock in the evening, and the Hogwarts Castle had become quiet. Silver added a magic spell to himself and came to the corridor outside the lounge.

Hogwarts guard Felch and his cat happened to walk past Silver. Felch murmured to himself, cursing the abominable little head who hadn't caught just now, who was traveling in the castle at night.

Silver took a breath. Although as Ravenclaw, he had the privilege of night traveling in the castle, he didn't want to talk much about Felch, which might attract the Pipi ghost who was afraid of the world. It was not easy to stop a wandering soul from doing nothing, and Silver didn't want to try it.

Silver turned the stairs and did not go to the kitchen - his destination was not the kitchen.

Silver came to the corridor on the eighth floor, in front of the huge tapestry painting of Sashi Barnabas trying to teach the monsters to dance ballet. Although Silver had not yet lifted the magical body curse, the monster that was damaged by insects seemed to feel something and stopped beating Sashi Barnabas.

"I miss you so much. I haven't been to this place for a long time." Silver said to himself.

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Harry walked into the room with two Dumbledores, and Richard Silver, and Mrs. Cole closed the door behind them. It was an empty, undecorated cottage, with only an old wardrobe and an iron bed. A boy sat on a gray blanket. Two long legs stretched in front, reading a book in his hand.

There was no sign of the Gunter family on Tom Riddle's face. He was very handsome - relative to his age. He had black hair and a pale face. The boy narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the two uninvited guests in front of him. No one spoke for a moment.

"Hello, Tom," Dumbledore said, walking forward and stretching out his hand.

The boy hesitated for a moment, then reached out to hold it.

"I am Professor Dumbledore, and the one I am beside me is Mr. Silver, and he has some relatives to you."

"Professor?" Riddle repeated, showing a very alert look. "Sorry, I've never heard of any relatives I have. I'm an orphan."

"Mr. Silver is indeed your relative," Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Okay. Boy, we don't need to lie to you." Richard Silver said, "We did have some relatives before. Unfortunately, I have never known your situation, otherwise you wouldn't have been wandering in this orphanage for so long."

"You look pretty good." Richard Silver said, "It must have suffered a lot."

"I don't believe you," Riddle said.

"I don't need your trust now, so I don't need to act like such an aggressive attitude. Someone told you, is it ugly to look angry? Your face is twisted." Richard said. "Dumbledore. Let's start first. You can talk about the issues between me and him slowly."

"Who are you?" Riddle looked at Dumbledore.

"I've told you. I'm Professor Dumbledore, and I work in a school called Hogwarts. I'll invite you to my school-your new school, if you want."

After hearing this, Riddle's reaction was surprising. He jumped up from the bed and retreated away from Dumbledore, looking extremely angry.

"You can't cheat me! You came from the madhouse, aren't you? Humph. That's right - tell you, I won't go, do you understand? That damn old witch should go to the madhouse. I didn't even take Little Amy Benson and Dennis Bishop. You can ask them yourself, they will tell you!"

"I didn't come from the asylum," Dumbledore said patiently, "I'm a teacher. If you can sit down calmly, I'll tell you about Hogwarts. Of course, if you don't want to go to that school, no one will force you-"

"I want to see who dares!" Riddle said contemptuously.

"Hogwarts," Dumbledore continued, seemingly without hearing Riddle's last words, "is a school dedicated to people with special talents-"

"I'm not crazy!"

"I know you're not crazy. Hogwarts is not a mad school, but a magic school."

Riddle was stunned, expressionless on his face, but his eyes quickly glanced at Dumbledore's eyes, as if he wanted to see from one of them that he was lying.

"Magic?" he repeated softly.

"No," said Dumbledore.

"Okay, Dumbledore, you should give this aggressive little poisonous snake a hand, otherwise he wouldn't listen to you strangely." Richard pulled out his wand from his arms and pointed to a shabby small wardrobe in the corner of the wall, which immediately burned.

Ridel jumped up.

"What are you doing!"

Richard pointed his wand at Riddle, and Riddle, who was still furious just now, calmed down. Harry also had to admire Voldemort when he was young, at least he could not be so good at judging the situation at this age.

"A wise choice, Riddle." Richard nipped his hand, and the wardrobe that was burning just now turned back to its original state. "I have a little higher opinion of you."

"You shouldn't scare a child like this," Dumbledore said.
Chapter completed!