The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

"So why does mama suspect that you did it?" Dumbledore was a little curious: wouldn't it be better if he just refused to admit this kind of thing?

"Because I usually don't like eating apples, and I often throw away half-eaten apples - but I did finish them that day." Tom explained for Dumbledore. He was glad that Dumbledore didn't say anything like "a slap can't make a difference" or something like that.

Many things are really unforeseen disasters. For all those who said "a slap can't make a difference", Tom suggested that they give themselves a slap in the face to see if a slap can make a difference.

However, recalling his other experiences in the orphanage, Tom felt that this nanny was actually a pretty good person, but she was a bit venomous and had a short temper.

At this time, the scene in the Pensieve changed.

"This is for you."

"A withered flower?"

"No, look..."

"Monster! You are a monster!" The little girl ran away quickly, and a blooming flower was thrown into the withered bushes, which was incompatible with the withered environment around...

Tom scratched his head. He didn't expect that he had performed such a magical operation when he was a child.

"If Miss Granger sees this memory, you may end up in a bad way." Dumbledore winked mischievously and joked about Tom.

"No, she will only feel happy. I did the same thing to her. She didn't call me a monster, and I was just using her to get close to that girl. I hope her parents can adopt me - of course, You know what the result will be." Tom's mouth was as tough as a baguette that had been sitting for a week.

"That's it," Dumbledore stroked his beard, "Then I'll talk to Miss Granger someday -"

"No need." Tom waved his hands repeatedly. At this time, the memory fragments in the Pensieve had finished playing, and the Pensieve returned to its original state: like a piece of flowing silver, exuding a faint light.

"It doesn't look like there's much to be gained."

"Actually, there is still a lot to gain -" Dumbledore interrupted.

"To me!" Tom added to his statement, staring at the old naughty boy.

But the ability of memory to make withered flowers bloom again caught Tom's attention. Before he became a wizard, he could use this ability freely. But after entering Hogwarts and learning magic for a few years, he lost this skill, which made him feel a little strange.

Can the teaching at Hogwarts still make people regress?

Taking advantage of Dumbledore's presence, Tom raised his questions to Dumbledore. Hearing this question, a trace of imperceptible sadness flashed across Dumbledore's eyes.

"Magic is a wonderful thing, Tom." Dumbledore looked at Tom through his glasses. "It is difficult for young wizards to control their magic. Sometimes they can perform very unexpected and even profound magic. . Your ability to revive plants, Mr. Potter's ability to make glass disappear, falling down the stairs only to float, etc., all belong to this category, but these special abilities will gradually become more effective after you learn to control your own magic. disappear."

Dumbledore explained to Tom why the little wizard could perform various magical operations, and also taught Tom a spell with similar effects under Tom's persuasion.

"This spell can make withered plants glow again. Why do you want to learn this spell?"

"You will know sooner or later." Tom gave it a try and refused to reveal it for the time being.

After chatting for a while, Tom started his second attempt. This time, the memories he extracted were even more fragmented and dim, giving people the feeling that they could be blown away in one breath.

Fortunately, the pensieve was right in front of him, and Tom threw the memory fragments into it easily.

This time the image was dimmer and flickering, giving people an extremely unstable feeling, as if they were playing a movie on an old projector that was about to break down and an old film.

However, the specific background can be seen. It was a rainy night, and a person was walking through the rain with "himself" in his arms.

Um? Tom felt like he was seeing a useful memory. Unfortunately, the light in the memory fragments was too dim, and the memory itself was also very fragmented, so he couldn't see the details in the memory clearly.

Tom wanted to see more clearly, so he subconsciously stretched out his head and brought his face closer to the liquid surface of the pensieve. Dumbledore caught him at once.

"This memory is not stable enough, and it will be ejected if you enter it." Dumbledore said softly while carefully studying the memory.

The rain in the memory picture was getting heavier and heavier, and Tom was taken to a building by the mysterious figure. The man who had been holding Tom bent down and placed Tom under the eaves of the building. The protruding door The eaves and steps above the ground create a dry open space where rainwater cannot get through and standing water cannot flood the place.

The moment he bent down, a bolt of lightning flashed across the night sky, briefly illuminating the field of vision and revealing the outline of the mysterious figure from the darkness. Tom's eyes widened - this person looked very much like him. I met someone, a mysterious man!

Tom saw a strand of black hair and a monocle. The heavy rain fell on the man and quickly fell to the ground, without even getting the corners of his clothes wet. While bending, the man thrust a note into Tom's bundle. The lightning flashed away, the picture fell into darkness again, and the man's face became blurry again.

At this time, the picture began to shake violently. The man seemed to have done something, and then the entire memory fragment completely collapsed.

That memory is gone.

Tom and Dumbledore fell silent.

"Now I know where my name comes from." Tom smiled mockingly, but Dumbledore didn't react at all to Tom's self-deprecation.

"It's getting late." After a few seconds, Dumbledore looked up at the clock on the wall. "That's it for today, right?"

Although Dumbledore used a question, it was actually an imperative.

Tom left the principal's office obediently.

Along the way, his mind was filled with questions, big and small. He desperately wanted to know if the person holding him in that memory was the person he suspected. He also wanted to know who Evans, who called himself "Raven's Claw", was? Where did this person come from, where did he go, and what is he doing now?

He just returned to the dormitory and climbed into his bed. Tom felt that he needed a good sleep now. Just like that, he fell asleep with his mind full of questions.

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