Chapter 100: Hogwarts Sleeps Well Tonight "Ariana?" Dumbledore pronounced the name. That was his sister who died young, a pain that he never dared to speak out in his life. "Albus?" Ariana came to Dumbledore with a puzzled look on her face, "Aren't you happy for me?" "I……" Dumbledore was about to speak when he saw himself in the mirror on the wall. Young, handsome and high-spirited. His eyes were full of confidence and pride. That was him, Albus Dumbledore, at seventeen.
President of the Boy's Union, Prefect, Barnabus Finkley Award for Excellence in Spellcasting, British Youth Representative of the Wizengamot, Gold Medal for Pioneering Contribution at the Cairo International Alchemy Congress. A rare talent among men. "it's me……" Dumbledore muttered. It seemed to be a deliberate arrangement by the other party. He still maintained his self-awareness and could leave the dream at any time. But Ariana's voice still echoed in my ears. "Albus?" Dumbledore slowly turned his head and looked at his regret of nearly a hundred years. He had never seen Ariana like this. Dumbledore's family was not a happy one. Ariana was bullied because she was seen performing magic. From then on, she became crazy and could not control her magic power. Her father was imprisoned for helping her to avenge her death, and her mother died when her magic got out of control. Ariana herself was implicated and killed in the melee between Dumbledore, his brother Aberforth and Grindelwald. This is the pain that Dumbledore cannot express. He kept thinking, what if he hadn't met Grindelwald that summer, but had paid more attention to Ariana. I won't be trapped in guilt forever. At this moment, Ariana looked at her brother and felt a little strange. "Aren't you happy for me?" She was a little angry. "Aberforth is so happy. He even said he would prepare a gift for me, but you are like this. I will never be friends with you again!"
"I--" Dumbledore's heart trembled. He can leave, anytime. But he also wanted to see how Ariana went to school. "I'll only stay for a moment, just a moment!" Dumbledore said to himself in his heart, "I will leave after Ariana finishes the Sorting Ceremony!" …… In the real Hogwarts, everyone was affected. Especially the professors who were in the ward at the time, they fainted directly. Fortunately, Professor Gale just left the room. When the silver light burst out, he immediately realized something was wrong and used a spell to protect himself. Then he opened the door of the ward and found people lying in a mess inside. Their faces showed different expressions, sadness, joy, guilt, pain... Not all. "I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, sweat and tears—" Minister Fudge was still humming and talking in his sleep, as if he was giving a speech. Even Dumbledore was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. "You guys are really..." Gail gritted his teeth and wanted to curse. He was just away for a while and such a thing happened. Without me, these people can't do anything, right? You still have to rely on me at the critical moment! Gale took out his wand and pointed it at the diary lying on the ground. "Li Huo——" "Gellert?" Suddenly, a voice called him. That was a voice engraved deep in Gale's heart, and he would never forget it even when he died. He turned his head suddenly. At this point, he was no longer in the Hogwarts ward; A blue-eyed teenager sat at a desk, scribbling on a page with a quill.
The sunlight shines through the window, onto the desk and the boy's face, exactly the scene in Grindelwald's memory. "You are right, Gellert, our abilities give us greater responsibility. "We have a duty to all wizards to fight for the greater good!" Young Albus Dumbledore turned around and showed Grindelwald what he had drawn on the paper. It was a designed symbol, containing the initials of Dumbledore and Grindelwald. Dumbledore smiled and said, "Let's use this mark to represent us!" …… Countless owls were flying around in the castle. They confirmed the situation of all teachers and students at Hogwarts, and then passed the information to their king. Katum is at the training ground. Bruce fell against the wall, unconscious. He fell too. Katum stood above him like a king on his throne, waiting for an audience with his subjects. "My lord, Slytherin House has also been annihilated!" An owl arrived, bringing news of what was happening in the Slytherin common room. “It really is all down.” Katum sighed. The old woman Ravenclaw was so cruel that she didn't leave a single person alive. Everyone in Hogwarts was dragged into the dream. Except for Catum, Ravenclaw seemed to take owls lightly, and of course, the same was true for other animals. Katum was indignant about this: "There is a price to pay for looking down on owls!" That being said, the situation is indeed urgent. Katum had already flown around the castle a few times, but didn't see Ravenna. He saw everything that happened in the ward just now, so he naturally knew what had happened. There was something wrong with Voldemort's diary, and the power was bursting out from it. But this diary did not circulate along the original trajectory. It was brought to school by Grindelwald, then into Bruce's hands, and finally handed over to Dumbledore. From beginning to end, there was no possibility of tampering. How on earth did Ravenclaw do it? "Ugh!" Katum sighed, "Bruce is dizzy, and no one is there to support my reasoning."
Forget it, let’s find a way to wake Bruce up first. Now it is impossible to wake up Batboy by physical means alone, so I can only find a way to enter his dream. "Young men, keep an eye on this man!" Katum said to the owls around him, "Everything else is fine, but don't poop on him!" He was really considerate to Bruce, he thought, and flew towards the ward. Entering the ward, the smoke from the medium's ceremony was still in the air, and the diary was open and fell to the ground. Gail fell to the side with a goofy grin on his face. "It's so embarrassing!" Katum sighed, then looked at the diary—— Then he discovered that even the Voldemort in this diary had fallen into an indescribable sleep. "It seems that we have to go into Voldemort's dream first." The dormant power spreads from the diary. If Katum wants to solve it, he must go back to the source and start from the diary. Although Katoom had no interest in what Voldemort could dream, he had to take a look now. The owl flew high up and then plummeted. He dived into the diary and his entire body disappeared between the pages. …… The cold wind howled, and Katum appeared out of nowhere in front of a building. He was very familiar with this building. Wu's Orphanage, Bruce's first home in this world. Several newspapers blew past in the cold wind. Katum stepped on one and read the date on it. 1926 12 Month 31 Day. "That's it? That's boring." Katum shook his head. He had thought he would see some grand scene in his dream. For example, Voldemort conquered the world and successfully created a country where wizards ruled over Muggles. If that was the case, he would be happy to stay a little longer. After all, wizards rule over humans, and as the wizards' close comrades-in-arms, the status of owls must have risen as well. When I really entered the dream, I found that Voldemort was really disappointing. "I remember this date. It's the day Voldemort was born, right?"
The owl was a little confused. "How could Voldemort be so powerful that he even has memories of the day he was born?" Without getting an answer, Katum then saw a boy in wizard robes walking into the orphanage. That was Voldemort, and that was Tom Riddle, aged sixteen. Katum followed and flew in. Tom moved around the orphanage freely and knew the place well. Wu's Orphanage welcomed their great king. After turning a few corners in the corridor, Tom entered a room. Katum flew to the door and heard the conversation inside. "Feeling better?" This was Tom's voice. "Much better," a woman replied. Her voice was extremely weak. Just by listening to it, one could feel that this person's life was like a candle in the wind. "You shouldn't have run off with that Muggle." Tom said with a reproachful tone, "You are a descendant of Slytherin, a pure-blood witch. How could you elope with a Muggle and let yourself fall into this state! Do you know -" He suddenly stopped talking here. After a moment, Tom sighed softly and continued, "If I hadn't come today, you would have died soon." Katoom entered the room stealthily, without attracting anyone's attention. He saw the woman who had been talking to Tom. She was lying on the bed, her face pale, but even so, it couldn't hide her stunning appearance that made Owl stunning. This is an extremely beautiful woman. At this time, hearing Tom's reproach, the woman forced a smile. “But I am happy.” She held a sleeping baby in her arms, "I will never forget the day Tom proposed to me and said he would take me away from that desperate family. “I believed him, and he did. "And we have a love child." Tom? Hearing this name, Katum could basically confirm that this woman was Merope Gaunt, Voldemort's biological mother. She should have died an hour after giving birth to Voldemort, but she survived in this dream. And the real Merope doesn't look like this.
She should have dry hair, plain looks, and eyes staring in two opposite directions. This beautiful Merope only exists in Voldemort's perspective. At this time, Tom snorted coldly and said, "A Muggle who was hit by a car actually made you think about it to this extent." "Sir, please don't say that, he is my husband!" Merope hugged the child tighter. "We love each other! This kind of love does not distinguish between wizards and Muggles!" "whatever!" Tom stood up suddenly and said coldly, “No matter what, I will cure your illness! "You are not allowed to die while I am here." (End of this chapter)