I went to Hogwarts after being spotted by Grindelwald

"Tom Riddle." The moment he heard the name, Sean froze on the spot.

His eyes were fixed on the elegant man who stood up from the teacher's desk to greet him. Tom looked to be in his early thirties, handsome and elegant, and looked at everyone with a gentle smile.

Sean even started to wonder, does this Tom Riddle have the same name? Is he not Voldemort?

Otherwise, he really couldn't figure out how Dumbledore could, how could he allow Tom Riddle to enter Hogwarts to teach.

In other words, does Dumbledore still not know the true identity of Tom Riddle?

Sean looked at Dumbledore. The wise old man was smiling and seemed to be sincerely welcoming his new colleagues.

"And our curriculum will also be changed," Dumbledore continued. "Students in the lower grades will no longer take classes jointly in the two colleges. Students in the whole grade will take large classes together. This is what the professors came to after discussion.

The conclusions are drawn, and the specific course schedule will be distributed to everyone later.”

"Students in Nurmengard will also have classes at the same time. I hope everyone can communicate well then."

With a smile on his face, Dumbledore opened his hands: "Okay, children, today's dinner is over."

The crowd in the auditorium began to evacuate, and Sean squeezed towards the teacher's table amidst Hermione's questions.

He had to ask about this matter, even if Dumbledore wondered how Sean got the information.

If it doesn't work, just say that you have some abilities like a prophet. No matter whether you can deceive the old man or not, with Dumbledore's style of conduct, he will not delve into the students' secrets.

However, a group of people wearing high-collared trench coats blocked his way.

"Excuse me, borrow it." Sean tried to squeeze through the crowd.

But those people were like a wall blocking Sean.

"You're from Hogwarts, junior? What do you want from us?" a boy said, with a mischievous smile on his face.

"I'm not looking for you, please give in." Sean said quickly in a deep voice, he was already a little irritable at this moment.

Cotton Byrne is right, the students of Nurmengard are indeed keen to provoke Hogwarts.

"Oh, this is boring. I also want to find someone to ask where we should sleep tonight." The boy lazily took a step to the side, blocking Sean's progress.

In this short period of time, Sean saw through the crowd that Dumbledore and Riddle had disappeared.

He scratched his carefully tended slightly curly black hair irritably, then took a deep look at the boy who spoke, keeping his face in mind, and then turned and left.

The group of Nurmengard students did not stop them, they just laughed in triumph as if their prank had succeeded.

Sean quickly left the auditorium with a sullen face. He didn't have time to play childish games with these people now. If he didn't figure this out tonight, he wouldn't even be able to sleep well.

There was a bustling crowd at the entrance of the auditorium. Sean avoided Filch's malicious gaze and turned around to go to the main building of the castle.

The students all went to the lounges of their respective colleges. There was no one in the main castle. Sean quickly went to the eighth floor and waited outside Dumbledore's office.

He glanced at the gargoyle stone beast, which blinked at Sean: "Password?"

Sean doesn't know the specific password, but as long as he tries all kinds of candies in the wizarding world, he will most likely be able to pass it, but Sean is not prepared to do this.

He turned around at the entrance.

Taking advantage of the time before Dumbledore returned, Sean sorted out the thoughts in his head.

The key is, does Dumbledore know the true identity of Voldemort? This is the source of Tom Riddle's teaching at Hogwarts. Moreover, even if Dumbledore does not know clearly, then Grindelwald has no idea about his professors.

Do you know anything about it?

Since the Death Eaters had already appeared, these two people should have started investigating Voldemort.

Or maybe Tom Riddle's disguise skills are extremely high and Dumbledore has never suspected him since he entered school...

Wait... Sean suddenly thought of a question, which school did Riddle graduate from?

In other words, was Nurmengard established when Riddle enrolled?

However, judging from the few words he heard talking between Dumbledore and Riddle, the two should have known each other before.

This made Sean a little unsure. He was spinning around in circles faster and faster, and the gargoyle stone beast that had been staring at him was a little dizzy.

Just when Sean's brows were getting tighter and tighter, the person he was waiting for came back.

"Oh, Sean, what's the matter? You should have gone back to rest at this point." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Professor, I have something to ask you." Sean said quickly.

"Pile of cockroaches." Dumbledore gave the command, and the gargoyle jumped aside.

He made an inviting gesture: "Come on, kid, come in and talk."

Sean followed Dumbledore into the principal's office. As soon as he walked up the spiral staircase, he said quickly: "Professor, something is wrong with Tom Riddle..."

Dumbledore turned his head sharply and stared at Sean with his lake-blue eyes.

He slowly said: "Sean...you really have the power of a prophet..."

Sean was confused for a moment. This was a reason he made up himself. Why did the other party tell him in advance?

Dumbledore looked away again. He walked to the perch behind the door and looked at the empty wooden shelf.

"Sean, you want to say that Tom Riddle is Voldemort, right?"

Sean breathed a sigh of relief. The old man really knew everything. He nodded: "Yes, Professor."

Dumbledore's back was turned to him, and his expression could not be seen clearly. He said in a reassuring voice: "Actually, it is yes and no."

Yes or no? Sean was confused. What does this mean?

"Professor, I don't quite understand..."

"Please forgive me, child, it is not the time for you to know yet." Dumbledore turned around and showed a smile to Sean.

Here we go again... Sean glanced at Dumbledore helplessly and nodded.

"Okay, it's time to go back and rest. When it's time to go to class, you still have to go to class." Dumbledore winked at him and showed a meaningful smile.

"Then I'll go back first. I wish you good night, Professor."

"You too, Sean."

When Sean left the office, Dumbledore stood there without moving, as if waiting for someone.

Suddenly there was a flash of flame in the office, and an old man with white hair and white beard appeared from the firelight.

If Sean were still here, he would definitely have his mouth hanging open.

That's another Dumbledore.