Who hacked my protagonist

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, Albus Dumbledore has spent thirty years at Hogwarts, from being a professor of transfiguration at the beginning, to being the dean of Gryffindor, and then being the Hogwarts vice-principal, his strength, gentleness and demeanor have convinced countless young wizards.

He rarely leaves Hogwarts, he has nowhere else to go except here, and the only two or three times a year he leaves is just to take a sneak look at Aberforth—the one because of Ariana's The brother who died and broke with him completely.

Then, when he came back, he would miss a man, a man whom he heard rumors about even in England - Gellert Grindelwald.

He knows that he has great strength in Germany, and even led the wizards to participate in the war in the Muggle world, and was secretly called the greatest dark wizard in Germany-the Dark Lord. A bit to describe his current appearance-his more dazzling blond hair, more ecstatic appearance, more energetic posture, and those eyes full of ambition must also be brighter and brighter.

Albus was amazed that a relationship that had lasted only two months had lasted so many years without ever fading a bit.

But he didn't intend to meet him. Compared with Yuhiro's ambitious young man, Albus is now calmer and more rational, and he also understands the contradiction between the two that can never be reconciled and avoided.

He even despicably rejoiced that Ariana's death separated them, at least in this way, their hearts were filled with a beautiful relationship, rather than mutual hatred after the emotion was worn down.

But Albus never imagined that it was just a task of picking up freshmen, which made him vaguely see the shadow of Gellert in a boy who had just turned 11 years old.

Of course, only a little bit of similar characteristics!Albus narrowed his eyes, looked at the young man in front of him without any trace, and concluded in his heart - this child is far behind Gellert!

However, after all, there is still a little similarity!Abu thought, and then he looked at the child in front of him, his eyes became more gentle.

Logically speaking, the task of picking up new students is generally the responsibility of the professors at Hotwarts. Albus Dumbledore, as the school's vice-principal, is not responsible for such things, but according to some information he has received about Muggles Given the current state of the world, he still decided to take over the task entrusted by Professor Weston—the current Muggle world is indeed a bit dangerous, and the orphanage where the child named Tom Riddle is located is really a very remote place .

Crossing the street, passing the iron gate, and walking into a bare yard, Albus came to this remote and dilapidated orphanage, and met Mrs. Colin, who was in charge of the orphanage.

Mrs. Colin was a very thin woman, and her pursed lips made her look stern—or stern, but she was clearly a shrewd woman who could not be fooled by vague words, and was aggressive. Her repeated questioning made Albus have a good impression of her - at least she didn't have the expression of eagerly throwing the child to him like trash, although it could be heard from her words that she didn't like this very much. Apparently a little wizard named Tom Riddle who used magic a lot.

After some conversation, Mrs. Colin got up and decided to take the so-called 'professor' to meet the weird and withdrawn child. At this moment, there was a rhythmic knock on the door, followed by an extremely delicate and beautiful little girl Walking in, even though she was dressed in old clothes, she could not conceal her elegant temperament. The arrogance shining in her eyes made her look not like an orphan girl, but more like a high-ranking princess.

Mrs. Colin obviously liked the little girl very much, and a smile appeared on her thin face: "Oh, my dear Angel, why are you here?"

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Colin." The little girl named Angel smiled, and took Mrs. Colin's hand affectionately: "Madam, I ask you to forgive me for my rudeness, but I heard that someone came to pick up Tom. The husband is here, and Angel is really curious, so I can't help but run to see, are you going to see Tom? Angel should go with you too." Her voice was clear and melodious, with a smile on her face, she looked very cute .

Mrs. Colin frowned, but turned around and introduced to Albus: "Mr. Dumbledore (it's the professor, corrected by Albus), well, Professor Dumbledore, this is Angel, the little girl from our orphanage. Angel is also the closest person to Tom, I happen to have something to do, why not let her take you there!"

Albus glanced at Angel, and nodded with a smile: "Then, dear Angel, I will trouble you."

Angel took Albus all the way to the third floor. On the way, Angel briefly talked about Tom, emphasizing how he was excluded and bullied, and hinted that the life in the orphanage was very poor. Being bullied, that's why I had to fight back a little bit.

Albus listened quietly, noncommittal, still with a gentle smile on his face, unable to see his thoughts and emotions, which frustrated Angel, who had been secretly observing him.

The journey was not too long, and Angel wanted to say something more, but Tom's room had already arrived.

When Albus followed Angel into that room and saw the boy looking up from the book, he was a little dazed for a moment.

Angel was obviously very close to Tom, and when Tom saw Angel, there was a faint smile on his face, and his eyes were incredibly gentle—this kind of tenderness obviously made Angel enjoy it, and her smile was even sweeter.

The boy's eyes quickly fell on Albus, and then he became alert again. He unconsciously moved closer to Angel: "Angel, who is he?"

"He is the professor sent by Hogwarts that you received in the admission letter." Angel reluctantly stopped the emotional exchange with the boy, and introduced with a smile.

A light flashed in the boy's eyes: "Hogwarts? It really exists? Didn't you lie to me?"

Albus raised his eyebrows: "I'm standing here, aren't I?" He turned his gaze to Angel, smiling kindly, "Dear Angel, Tom and I have something to talk about, um, can you please go ahead Do you want to avoid it?"

Angel bit her lip, looking reluctant, but under Tom's gentle and beseeching eyes, she still had to leave step by step.

"You already knew about the existence of Hogwarts?" Albus asked curiously, the boy was too calm.

"I don't know." The boy raised his head, "I'm just speculating, after learning some things." He tried to pretend to be calm and calm, but the blush on his cheeks became even brighter.

"Some of the things you so-called learned—" Albus turned his head and thought for a while, "is it from the child named Angel?"

Tom didn't answer but asked instead: "There is really Hogwarts, right?" There was an expression of great anticipation in his eyes, which made him more like an 11-year-old child, "You are not a liar, I am really a wizard?"

"Yes." Albus gave a very positive answer: "Of course you are a wizard, and so am I."

The smile on Tom's face cracked even wider, he couldn't control the joy in his heart at all: "Sure enough, I knew that I am different, I have so many magical abilities..."

"What skills do you have?" Albus asked, changing his posture.

"All kinds!" Perhaps because the man in front of him was the first of his kind he had ever seen, the boy obviously let go of a lot of guard, he looked very excited: "I can make things move without touching them. I can make animals do what I want without training. I can make bad luck for whoever offends me. I can make them hurt if they want to.”

The domineering and crazy extreme in the boy's words made Albus Dumbledore restrain his smile and frown slightly.

"Prove it to me." The boy raised his head suddenly, his eyes excited: "Prove it to me, you are my kind!"

"If I understand you correctly, you've decided to go to Hautwarts, haven't you?" asked Albus.

"Of course!" the boy said without thinking.

"The first thing you have to do, then, is to address me as 'Professor' or Sir," said Albus without haste.

The boy's expression froze for a moment, and then he suddenly said in a very gentle tone: "I'm sorry, sir. I mean—Professor, can you show me—?"

Although Albus has long been accustomed to using wandless magic, in order to intimidate this rebellious-looking child, he still pulled out his wand, waved it casually at the closet next to him, and the fire burned on the closet Get up, and when the boy jumps up to start a fight, the flames are gone and the wardrobe is intact!

The boy's eyes fell firmly on Albus's wand, with endless longing in his eyes: "Wand..."

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The first time traveler appeared, an angel girl as elegant as a princess!