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Nasty night. And this girl, not much older than I was myself at the time, came staggering up the front steps. Well, she wasnt the first. We took her in, and she had the baby within the hour. And she was dead in another hour. Mrs. Cole nodded impressively and took another generous gulp of gin. Did she say anything before she died. asked Dumbledore. Anything about the boys father, for instance. Now, as it happens, she did, said Mrs. Cole, who seemed to be rather enjoying herself now, with the gin in her hand and an eager audience for her story. I remember she said to me, I hope he looks like his papa, and I wont lie, she was right to hope it, because she was no beauty - and then she told me he was to be named Tom, for his father, and Marvolo, for her father - yes, I know, funny name, isnt it. We wondered whether she came from a circus - and she said the boys surname was to be Riddle. And she died soon after that without another word. Well, we named him just as shed said, it seemed so important to the poor girl, but no Tom nor Marvolo nor any kind of Riddle ever came looking for him, nor any family at all, so he stayed in the orphanage and hes been here ever since. Mrs. Cole helped herself, almost absentmindedly, to another healthy measure of gin. Two pink spots had appeared high on her cheekbones. Then she said, Hes a funny boy. Yes, said Dumbledore. I thought he might be. He was a funny baby too. He hardly ever cried, you know. And then, when he got a little older, he was. odd. Odd in what way. asked Dumbledore gently. Well, he - But Mrs. Cole pulled up short, and there was nothing blurry or vague about the inquisitorial glance she shot Dumbledore over her gin glass. Hes definitely got a place at your school, you say. Definitely, said Dumbledore. And nothing I say can change that. Nothing, said Dumbledore. Youll be taking him away, whatever. Whatever, repeated Dumbledore gravely. She squinted Apex event center for sale him as though deciding whether or not to trust him. Apparently she decided she could, because she said in a sudden rush, He scares the other children. You mean he is a bully. asked Dumbledore. I think he must be, said Mrs. Cole, frowning slightly, but its very hard to catch him at it. There have been incidents. Nasty things. Dumbledore did not press her, though Harry could tell that he was interested. She took yet another gulp of gin and her rosy cheeks grew rosier still. Billy Stubbss rabbit. well, Tom said he didnt do it and I dont see how he could have done, but even so, it didnt hang itself from the rafters, did it. I shouldnt think so, no, said Dumbledore quietly. But Im jiggered if I know how he got up there to do it. All I know is he and Billy had argued the day before. And then - Mrs. Cole took another please click for source of gin, slopping a little over her chin this time - on the summer outing - we take them out, you know, once a year, to the countryside or to the seaside - well, Amy Benson and Dennis Bishop were never quite right afterwards, and all we ever got out of them was that theyd gone into a cave with Tom Riddle. He swore theyd just gone exploring, but something happened in there, Im sure of it. And, well, there have been a lot of things, funny things. She looked around at Dumbledore again, and though her cheeks were flushed, her gaze was steady. I dont think many people will be sorry to see the back of him. You understand, Im sure, that we will not be keeping him permanently. said Dumbledore. He will have to return here, at the very least, every summer. Oh, well, thats better than a whack on the nose with a rusty poker, said Mrs. Cole with a slight hiccup. She got to her feet, and Harry was impressed to see that she was quite steady, even though two-thirds of the gin was now gone. I suppose youd like to see him. Very much, said Dumbledore, rising too. She led him out of her office and up the stone stairs, calling out instructions and admonitions to helpers and children as she passed. The orphans, Harry saw, were all wearing the same kind of grayish tunic. They looked reasonably well-cared for, but there was no denying that this was a grim place in which to grow up. Here we are, said Mrs. Cole, as they turned off the second landing and stopped outside the first door in a long corridor. She knocked twice and entered. Tom. Youve got a visitor. This is Mr. Dumberton - sorry, Dunderbore. Hes come to tell you - well, Ill let him do it. Harry and the two Dumbledores entered the room, and Mrs. Cole closed the door on them. It was a small bare room with nothing in it except an old wardrobe, a wooden chair, and an iron bedstead. A boy was sitting on top of the gray blankets, his legs stretched out in front of him, holding a book. There was no trace of the Gaunts in Tom Riddles face. Merope had got her dying wish: He was his handsome father in miniature, tall for eleven years old, dark-haired, and pale. His eyes narrowed slightly as he took in Dumbledores eccentric appearance. There was a moments silence. How do you do, Tom. said Dumbledore, walking forward and holding out his hand. The boy hesitated, then took it, and they shook hands. Dumbledore drew up the hard wooden chair beside Riddle, so that the pair of them looked rather like a hospital patient and visitor. I am Professor Dumbledore. Professor. repeated Riddle. He looked wary. Is that like doctor. What are you here for. Did she get you in to have a look at me. He was pointing at the door through which Mrs. Cole had just left. No, no, said Dumbledore, smiling. I dont believe you, said Riddle. She wants me looked at, doesnt she. Tell the truth. He spoke the last three words with a ringing force that was almost shocking. It was a command, and it sounded as though he had given it many times before. His eyes had widened and he was glaring at Dumbledore, who made no response except to continue smiling pleasantly. After a few seconds Riddle stopped glaring, though he looked, if anything, warier still. Who are you. I have told you. My name is Professor Dumbledore and I work at a school called Hogwarts. I have come to offer you a place at my school - your new school, if you would like to come. Riddles reaction to this was most surprising. He leapt from the bed and backed away from Dumbledore, looking furious. You cant kid me. The asylum, thats where youre from, isnt it. Professor, yes, of course - well, Im not going, see. That old cats the one who should be in the asylum. I never did anything to little Amy Benson or Dennis Bishop, and you can ask them, theyll tell you. I am not from the asylum, said Dumbledore patiently. I am a teacher and, if you will sit down calmly, I shall tell you about Hogwarts. Of course, if you would rather not come to the school, nobody will force you - Id like to see them try, sneered Riddle. Hogwarts, Dumbledore went on, as though he had not heard Riddles last words, is a school for people with special abilities - Im not mad. I know that you are not mad. Hogwarts is not a school for mad people. It is a school of magic. There was silence. Riddle had frozen, his face expressionless, but his eyes were flickering back and forth between each of Dumbledores, as though trying to catch one of them lying. Magic. he repeated in a whisper. Thats right, said Dumbledore. Its. its magic, what I can do. What is it that you can do. All sorts, breathed Riddle. A flush of excitement was rising up his neck into his hollow cheeks; he looked fevered. I can make things move without touching them. I can make animals do what I want them to do, without training them. I can make bad things happen to people who annoy me. I can make them hurt if I want to. His legs were trembling. He stumbled forward and sat down on the bed again, staring at his hands, his head bowed as though in prayer. I knew I was different, he whispered to his own quivering fingers. I knew I was special. Always, I knew there was something. Well, you were quite right, said Dumbledore, who was no longer smiling, but watching Riddle intently. You are a wizard. Riddle lifted his head. His face was transfigured: There was a wild happiness upon it, yet for some reason it did not make him better looking; on the contrary, his finely carved features seemed somehow rougher, his expression almost bestial. Are you a wizard too. Yes, I am. Prove it, said Riddle at once, in the same commanding tone he had used when he had said, Tell the truth. Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. If, as I take it, you are accepting your place at Hogwarts - Of course I am. Then you will address me as Professor or sir. Riddles expression hardened for the most fleeting moment before he said, in an unrecognizably polite voice, Im sorry, sir. I meant - please, Professor, could you show me -. Harry was sure that Dumbledore was going to refuse, that he would tell Riddle there would be plenty of time for practical demonstrations at Hogwarts, that they were currently in a building full of Muggles and must therefore be cautious. To his great surprise, however, Dumbledore drew his wand from an inside pocket of his suit jacket, pointed it at the shabby wardrobe in the corner, and gave the wand a casual flick. The wardrobe burst into flames. Riddle jumped Apex event center for sale his feet; Harry could hardly blame him for howling in shock and rage; all his worldly possessions must be in there. But even as Riddle rounded on Dumbledore, the flames vanished, leaving the wardrobe completely undamaged. Riddle stared from the wardrobe to Dumbledore; then, his expression greedy, he pointed at the wand. Where can I get one of them. All in good time, said Dumbledore. I think there is something trying to get out of your wardrobe. And sure enough, a faint rattling could be heard from inside it. For the first time, Riddle looked frightened. Open the door, said Dumbledore. Riddle hesitated, then crossed the room and threw open the wardrobe door. On the topmost shelf, above a rail of threadbare clothes, a small cardboard box was shaking and rattling as though there were several frantic mice trapped inside it. Take it out, said Dumbledore. Riddle took down the quaking box. He looked unnerved. Is there anything in that box that you ought not to have. asked Dumbledore. Riddle threw Dumbledore a long, clear, calculating look. Yes, I suppose so, sir, he said finally, in an expressionless voice. Open it, said Dumbledore. Riddle took off the lid and tipped the contents onto his bed without looking at them. Harry, who had expected something much more exciting, saw a mess of small, everyday objects: a yo-yo, a silver thimble, and a tarnished mouth organ among them. Once free of the box, they stopped quivering and lay steam join game still upon the thin blankets. You will return them to their owners with your apologies, said Dumbledore calmly, putting his wand back into his jacket. I shall know whether it has been done. And be warned: Thieving is not tolerated at Hogwarts. Riddle did not look remotely abashed; he was still staring coldly and appraisingly at Dumbledore. At last he said in a colorless voice, Yes, sir. At Hogwarts, Dumbledore went on, we teach you not only to use magic, but to control it. You have - inadvertently, I am sure - been using your powers in a way that is neither taught nor tolerated at our school. You are not the first, nor will you be the last, to allow your magic to run away with you. But you should know that Hogwarts can expel students, and the Ministry of Magic - yes, there is a Ministry - will punish lawbreakers still more severely. All new wizards must accept that, in entering our world, they abide by our laws. Yes, sir, said Riddle again. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking; his face remained quite blank as he put the little cache of stolen objects click into the cardboard box. When he had finished, he turned to Dumbledore and said baldly, I havent got any money. That is easily remedied, said Dumbledore, drawing a leather moneypouch from his pocket. There is a fund at Hogwarts for those who require assistance to buy books and robes. You might have to here some of your spellbooks and so on secondhand, but - Where do you buy spellbooks. interrupted Riddle, who had taken the heavy money bag without thanking Dumbledore, and was now examining a fat gold Galleon. In Diagon Alley, said Dumbledore. I have your list of books and school equipment with me. I can help you find everything - Youre coming with me. asked Riddle, looking up. Certainly, if you - I dont need you, said Riddle. Im used to doing things for myself, I go round London on my own all the time. How do you get to this Diagon Alley - sir. he added, catching Dumbledores eye. Harry thought that Dumbledore would insist upon accompanying Riddle, but once again he was surprised. Dumbledore handed Riddle the envelope containing his list of equipment, and after telling Riddle exactly how to get to the Leaky Cauldron from the orphanage, he said, You will be able to see it, although Muggles around you - non-magical people, that is - will not. Ask for Tom the barman - easy enough to remember, as he shares your name - Riddle gave an irritable twitch, as though trying to displace an irksome fly. You dislike the name Tom. There are a lot of Toms, muttered Riddle. Then, as though he could not suppress the question, as though it burst from him in spite of himself, he asked, Was my father a wizard. He was called Tom Riddle too, theyve told me. Im afraid I dont know, said Dumbledore, his voice gentle. My mother cant have been magic, or she wouldnt have died, said Riddle, more to himself than Dumbledore. It mustve been him. So - when Ive got all my stuff - when do I come to this Hogwarts. All the details are on the second piece of parchment in your envelope, said Dumbledore. You will leave from Kings Cross Station on the first of September. There is a train ticket in there too. Riddle nodded. Dumbledore got to his feet and held out his hand again. Taking it, Riddle said, I can speak to snakes. I found out when weve been to the country on trips - they find me, they whisper to me. Is that normal for a wizard. Harry could tell that he had withheld mention of this strangest power until that moment, determined to impress. It is unusual, said Dumbledore, after a moments hesitation, but not unheard of. His tone was casual but his eyes moved curiously over Riddles face. They stood for a moment, man and boy, staring at each other. Then the handshake was broken; Dumbledore was at the door. Good-bye, Tom. I shall see you at Hogwarts. I think that will do, said the white-haired Dumbledore at Harrys side, and seconds later, they were soaring weightlessly through darkness once more, before landing squarely in the present-day office. Sit down, said Dumbledore, landing beside Harry. Harry obeyed, his mind still full of what he had just seen. He believed it much quicker than I did - I mean, when you told him he was a wizard, said Harry. I didnt believe Hagrid at first, when he told me. Yes, Riddle was perfectly ready to believe that 4 grand sales auto theft was - to use his word - special, said Dumbledore. Did you know - then. asked Harry. Did I know that I had just met the most dangerous Dark wizard of all time. said Dumbledore. No, I had no idea taste shark steam mop black friday deals are he was to grow up to be what he is. However, I was certainly intrigued by him. I returned to Hogwarts intending to keep an eye upon him, something I should have done in any case, given that he was alone and friendless, but which, already, I felt I ought to do for otherssake as much as his. His powers, as you heard, were surprisingly well-developed for such a young wizard and - most interestingly and ominously of all - he had already discovered that he had some measure of control over them, and begun to use them consciously. And as you saw, they were not the random experiments typical of young wizards: He was already using magic against other people, to frighten, to punish, to control. The little stories of the strangled rabbit and the young boy and girl he lured into a cave were most suggestive. I can make them hurt if I want to. And he was a Parselmouth, interjected Harry. Yes, indeed; a rare ability, and one supposedly connected with the Dark Arts, although as we know, there are Parselmouths among the great and the good too. In fact, his ability to speak to serpents did not make me nearly as uneasy as his obvious instincts for cruelty, secrecy, and domination. Time is making fools of us again, said Dumbledore, indicating the dark sky beyond the windows. But before we part, I want to draw your attention to certain features of the scene we have just witnessed, for ulta apex north have a great bearing on the matters we shall be discussing in future meetings. Firstly, I hope you noticed Riddles reaction when I mentioned that another shared his first name, Tom. Harry nodded. There he showed his contempt for anything that tied him to other people, anything that made him ordinary. Even then, he wished to be different, separate, Apex event center for sale. He shed his name, as you know, within a few short years of that conversation and created the mask of Lord Voldemort behind which he has been hidden for so long. I trust that you also noticed that Tom Riddle was already highly selfsufficient, secretive, and, apparently, friendless. He did not want help or companionship on his trip to Diagon Alley. He preferred to operate alone. The adult Voldemort is the same.
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