Chapter 51 The Heir (This Chapter Has a Lot of Original Plot, So

Chapter 51 The Heir (This chapter has a lot of original plot, so I'll give it 3,000 words)

[Sir - if that man is caught... if everything stops...]

[What do you mean?] Dippet stood up from his chair as he spoke, his voice a little harsh, [Riddle, are you saying that you know something about these attacks?]

[No, sir.] Riddle said quickly.

Dippet fell back, looking slightly disappointed.

[You can go now, Tom...]

Riddle slid down from his chair and walked out of the room with heavy steps.

Several people followed him.

They walked down the spiral staircase and then walked out of the monster-like gargoyles in the gradually darkening corridor. Riddle stopped, and they stopped too, staring at him.

Cyrus had a very strange feeling. Although he had no idea how many times he had watched this memory, this was the first time he had brought someone else to watch it. Especially since the owner of the memory looked exactly like him now.

In the memory, Riddle was thinking seriously, biting his lip, and wrinkles appeared on his forehead.

Then, he seemed to have made up his mind suddenly, and hurried away, and several people followed quietly. Along the way, they didn't see anyone. Finally, they came to the hallway, and a tall wizard greeted Riddle on the marble stairs.

[What are you doing, Tom? Still wandering around so late? ]

"It's Dumbledore!"

Ron stared at the wizard in amazement. He was none other than Dumbledore who was fifty years younger. It was a very strange feeling, as if they were traveling in time, the gray world seemed to be the color of time, they went upstream, like a thief tasting sweets that did not belong to them.

"I never thought I could see such a young Dumbledore." Harry said blankly. Dumbledore fifty years ago was very different from Dumbledore now. At that time, he had long flowing reddish-brown hair and a long beard, and his cheeks were not as old as they are now.

However, perhaps because of the gray filter of this memory, Harry felt that he looked a little too sad, as if he had walked out of a wet rain.

He didn't know what sad things Dumbledore had experienced at that time, but it seemed that the old man had been discouraged. What kept him alive was not hope, but more like punishment.

Cyrus was very clear.

Fifty years ago, Grindelwald was still practicing their previous plans and the vows of youth until death around the world, but they had already drifted apart. In a few years, people will cheer for the day when he lost his lover.

In this way, Harry and Dumbledore are also very similar.

Ginny remembered the night she met Dumbledore, which seemed to be no different from now. The only thing that remained unchanged about Dumbledore was his eyes that could see through people's hearts.

[I just had to see the headmaster, sir.] Riddle said.

[Okay, go to bed quickly. 】Dumbledore said, staring at Riddle with the penetrating eyes that Harry was very familiar with, [It's better not to hang around in the corridors these days. Now that...]

He sighed heavily, said good night to Riddle, and strode away. Riddle watched him walk out of sight, then quickly walked up the stone steps leading to the dungeon classroom.

However, Riddle did not lead them to a hidden passage or a secret tunnel, but to the dungeon classroom where Snape took potions. The torch was not lit, so when Riddle almost pushed the door closed, Harry could only see Riddle standing motionless at the door, staring at the passage outside.

They stayed there for at least an hour. Cyrus could see that Ron was getting a little impatient. Because they could only see Riddle standing at the door, peeking out from the crack of the door, waiting like a sculpture.

"Don't be impatient, the person who opened the secret room was hiding here at the time, him, with the monster he raised." Cyrus' words made them calm down.

Just when their patience was about to run out, there was movement outside the door.

Someone was walking quietly in the corridor. They heard the man passing the dungeon where he and Riddle were hiding. Riddle, as silent as a shadow, sidled through the crack in the door and followed. Cyrus led them over.

They heard a door creak open, and then someone spoke in a hoarse voice.

[Come here... Come out, come here... Come here... Come to the box...]

"Is this the heir? This person's voice seems a little familiar." Hermione frowned.

They saw the dark figure of a big boy, who was squatting in front of an open door with a large box next to it.

Soon they knew why they felt familiar, especially after the memory of Riddle and Hagrid arguing -

[Good evening, Rubeus. ] Riddle said sternly.

[It's time to end, ] he said, [I have to tell on you, Rubeus. They are discussing closing Hogwarts if the attacks don't stop. 】

【I know you didn't mean to kill anyone. But monsters aren't ideal pets. I guess you just let it out to move around, and then--】

【It definitely didn’t kill anyone! ] The big boy said, taking a few steps back and leaning against the closed door. Harry could hear a strange rustling and clicking sound coming from behind him.

Riddle moved closer, [The parents of the dead girl will be here tomorrow. Hogwarts can at least ensure that the guy who killed their daughter is killed...]

【Not it! ] The boy yelled, his voice echoing in the dim passage, [It won't! Never will! 】

[Get out of the way. ] Riddle said, pulling out his wand.

This move immediately made Harry and others nervous. They were looking forward to seeing a wonderful duel, but they were also worried about Riddle's safety.

Riddle's spell illuminated the corridor with a sudden burst of fire. It also lit up the huge boy's face.

"It's Hagrid!" Several young wizards shouted in surprise, but they were unwilling to believe it was true. "How could it be Hagrid?"

The memory did not stop because of their surprise.

Riddle's spell knocked Hagrid into the opposite wall, popping open the door behind him.

A huge, hairy, low body flew out so fast that it was almost hard to see what it looked like!

Riddle raised his wand again, but it was too late. The creature fled, knocking him to the ground, then dashed down the corridor and disappeared.

Ginny and Hermione were both frightened, but Cyrus knew that Riddle had deliberately let the Acromantula escape. A person killed by an Acromantula looks completely different from a person killed by a Basilisk.

Riddle stumbled to his feet and looked after it; he raised his wand, but Hagrid rushed at him, seized the wand, and knocked him to the ground again, shouting:

【No--! 】

Hagrid's rough voice shattered Riddle's memory.

Cyrus stood in the dark space with several young wizards and fell into silence. They seem to have not been able to get over the "truth" they just saw. After a long time, Hermione frowned and defended her friend:

"Mr. Riddle, could it be that you have found the wrong person?"

"He may not mean it, but you also know that he has a soft spot for huge monsters." Cyrus said, trying to take Hagrid out of here as much as possible and focus their attention on the monsters. , "The monster escaped at that time, and maybe someone has brought it back now."

"But -" Harry opened his mouth. He wanted to defend Hagrid, but he knew that Cyrus was telling the truth.

When they were at Hogwarts last year, Hagrid had tried to raise a fire dragon in his cabin, and the big three-headed dog he called "Fluffy" was something they couldn't forget for a long time. .

Back then, when Hagrid was still a teenager, if he heard that there was a monster hiding somewhere in the castle, Harry knew that he would definitely try his best to see it. Hagrid probably thought it was outrageous to keep the beast imprisoned for so long and that it should be given a chance to stretch its legs; Harry could even imagine thirteen-year-old Hagrid wanting to put a leash and collar on the beast. But Harry also believed that Hagrid would never intentionally kill anyone.

"I'm afraid that's the truth. Ron, do you still remember the Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them you lent me?" Ginny asked, "The Ministry of Magic labels the most dangerous creatures as ×××××. Are you in It said, 'Or whatever Hagrid likes'."

Ron tried to change his perspective.

"You sound a lot like Percy - after all, who told you to tell on Hagrid?" he grumbled.

"But the monster killed someone, Ron." Cyrus said pretending to be helpless, "I know Hagrid is your friend and he is a good person, so Dumbledore is willing to vouch for him. But he has some issues. Really... I can't just sit back and watch more attacks happen.

"The attacks have stopped since Hagrid was kicked out. If they close Hogwarts, then I'll be back in a Muggle orphanage. I'm sure you'll understand that I'm justified in wishing to be here. The original…”

Of course Harry understood.

Several people were silent. After a long silence, Hermione hesitantly asked the most difficult question: "Look, should we ask Hagrid about these things?"

"That was a nice visit," said Ron. "Hello, Hagrid, tell us, have you let any wild, furry things out of the castle recently?"

So they decided not to say anything.