Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

At this time, even Dumbledore could not have predicted that the boy shaking hands with him would grow into His Highness the Dark Lord, who was known to the entire British wizarding community in the next few decades.

Harry and Qiu were both carefully observing the conversation between young Dumbledore and Riddle, but Glenn's attention fell on a wardrobe beside the bed.

The ordinary cabinet was locked, containing stolen goods that Riddle had obtained through abnormal means.

There was a photo posted on the closet door. It was a desolate seaside with only a few boulders standing alone in the water. The seemingly rough waves hit it and broke it into pieces of white water spray.

"Prove it to me!"

While Glenn was observing, Riddle's slightly raised voice came to his ears, with a hint of domineering pride evident in his tone.

"If, as I understand it, you agree to go to Hogwarts—"

"Of course I agree!"

"Then you have to call me 'Professor' or 'Sir'."

Riddle was obviously stunned for a moment, but he quickly adjusted his mood and changed into a polite and respectful tone: "I'm sorry, sir. I mean - Professor, can you let me see -?"

Dumbledore drew his wand, and then—

The wardrobe in front of Glenn burst into flames with a roar.

As Riddle screamed in fear and anger, the flames suddenly went out again, leaving the wardrobe intact, as if it had never been set alight.

"Where can I get one?" Riddle's tone became a little more greedy.

At this time, Qiu also came to Glenn and asked, "I see you have been standing here for a while. What are you looking at?"

"Photos." Glenn replied briefly, pouting at the seaside boulder stuck to the cabinet door.

Qiu Shun looked over, showing a somewhat thoughtful expression.

Next, young Dumbledore gave Riddle a stern lesson in stealing, and explained to him how to go to Diagon Alley to buy school supplies and how to take the Hogwarts Express.

When he entered the room, the elderly Dumbledore spoke again: "It's almost time, we should go back."

After a period of darkness, the four of them returned to the bright principal's office.

"Did you know at that time..." Harry obviously listened to the whole conversation carefully and asked as soon as he sat down, "that he would become a terrible dark wizard in the future?"

Dumbledore smiled, shook his head and said: "Actually, I am not a prophet, but I do plan to pay close attention to him after he comes to school. Unfortunately, I failed to help him get on the right path."

Harry wanted to ask something more, but was interrupted.

"I think you all have noticed the stolen goods he hid in the cupboard. Tom Riddle has been collecting trophies since he was young. They were all taken from the children he bullied as a child.

A kind of souvenir of strange behavior, which is also reflected in his choice of materials for making Horcruxes."

He pointed to the Ravenclaw diadem that was broken into two pieces on the table, and continued.

"In addition, there is another small detail worth noting. I wonder if you have discovered it?"

Qiu looked back at Glenn, saw him nodding, and then said: "There is a photo on his lit wardrobe door..."

Harry looked confused, obviously unaware of this inconspicuous photo.

"I'm glad you can notice this." Dumbledore showed a pleased smile on his face, "I believe you still remember the conversation I had with Mrs. Cole, right? About the cave between Benson and Bishop."

Qiu recalled it carefully and asked: "You mean, this photo is where that incident happened."

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded, "That's exactly what I guessed. As we guessed, whether he was young or growing up, Riddle always had some strange commemorative hobbies and rituals in his heart.

He likes to make Horcruxes from rare treasures, and will also keep Horcruxes in special places, such as Hogwarts or his mother's former home."

"Doesn't that mean that there is probably a Horcrux hidden in the place in the photo?" Harry couldn't help but ask, "Which one is it?"

"No matter whether there is something hidden there, it won't hurt if we go and check it out ourselves, right?" Dumbledore smiled again, "But I don't know exactly which one it is. It might be Hufflepuff.

The golden cup, it could also be Slytherin’s pendant.”

As a time traveler, Glenn naturally knew what was hidden in that seaside cave.

Locket.

And it was a fake locket that had been stolen by Regulus Black.

In other words, if they set out for the cave, they will only get an extremely obscure clue after a lot of hard work. As for the key point that the clue points to, it is far away in the horizon but close in front of them.

Of course, even though Glenn knew everything clearly, at this time, he obviously couldn't tell the truth directly.

After all, Harry had been the savior for so long and was obviously very interested in solving the Horcruxes. He couldn't wait to ask: "Then when will we set off?"

"Don't be impatient, Harry." Dumbledore shook his head slightly, "I must remind you that you should stay calm at any time. Even if the action seems to be the safest, you still need to be fully prepared."

"I understand, Professor." Harry responded immediately and said sincerely.

After experiencing the basilisk incident last year, although Harry is still a little impulsive at this time, he is undoubtedly much better than the reckless man in the original book.

At least, he no longer regards himself as the only chosen savior.

After all, when Dumbledore and Glenn were around, it was not his turn to step up and charge into battle.

Seeing that Harry calmed down quickly, Dumbledore also showed a somewhat relieved smile, secretly convinced that his choice of letting Glenn guide him had indeed worked well.

"I will continue to look for clues, such as going to the orphanage back then and asking Mrs. Cole about the coast where the photo was taken. Of course, that is if she is still alive." He said with a smile, as if he was planning to meet her.

An old friend whom I haven't contacted for many years said, "Even if she is no longer here, it shouldn't be too much trouble to find those children. Once I determine the exact location, I will let you know and we can set off together."

"Okay, Professor!"

Harry agreed without hesitation. As a standard Gryffindor little lion, his adventurous spirit will never be extinguished.

As the three of them left the principal's office together and headed back to Ravenclaw Tower, Glenn made a secret calculation in his mind.

Regarding the real locket, we still need to find a suitable opportunity to reveal it...