(HP Fan) The "Squib" of the Black Family's

Chapter 88 Go your own way [End]

　　Tom Riddle has always been confused about his situation. From the beginning, he lived in a closed house. It is said that it was St. Mungo's ward, but he did not feel that he was sick.

　　Others are always worried that he will hurt others.

　　At that time, his life was just about continuous learning, and he hated the feeling of knowing nothing.

　　He always felt that he had forgotten something and that he should have something important to do, but he couldn't remember anything.

　　The person taking care of him is a woman in her fifties. He feels that he should hate her, but he also likes her care.

　　There are only three people who will come to see him, one is the dean here, and there are two young people. To these two young people, he feels familiar, but he can't remember anything... "You are

　　me Who? I mean before." he asked them.

　　"It's nothing." The more handsome black-haired man said. In the very few conversations, this person was almost always talking to him. The other person's name was Portolo, right? A tough name to pronounce.

　　"Why are you the only ones coming to see me? I think you are familiar!" They shouldn't think that he is really just a fool because he has forgotten everything!

　　"So I guess, in general, we are competitors."

　　"Competitors?"

　　"Yes."

　　Three days later, a man with platinum-blond hair arrived.

　　"V... Lord Riddle, how are you now?" The other party's expression was strange, but there was obviously no malice.

　　"I'm fine, but I hate this damn place so much!" Riddle didn't know why his tone was so strong... It seemed that he was talking to a subordinate, and the other person's name seemed to confirm this. A little... "Damn! I can't remember anything!"

　　"Lord Riddle," the man called out, "I think I have a way to remind you of something..." Now

　　, Tom Riddle is sitting at the headquarters of the "Daily Prophet", holding the sales letter given to him by his subordinates. The report was angry: "I should have given them Avada Kedavra! Why does Life Weekly always sell better than us?"

　　The one who chose to break with the Death Eaters after Voldemort's defeat in order to avoid imprisonment in Azkaban. The former Death Eater could only accept the other party's anger quietly without daring to say anything.

　　Riddle snorted coldly, he didn't believe he couldn't compare to that guy!

　　"Go out and find someone to say hello to the Ministry of Magic. I think we need some new materials..." "Mr. Riddle

　　, someone is looking for you outside." The servant just left and ran back again, with a strange expression on his face.

　　"Who?" Riddle frowned, secretly surprised by the other person's expression.

　　"Albus Dumbledore..." The subordinate paused before speaking.

　　that person? My former principal? It seemed that he didn't like him very much... Riddle stood up and said, "Let's go take a look."

　　There were two people coming, but besides Dumbledore, who was in the "Daily Prophet" not long ago, there was another An old man with short white hair that glowed golden.

　　The aura on his body made Riddle feel inexplicably familiar. Yes, it was the aura, not that person.

　　"Excuse me, what can you two do?" he asked.