Chapter 1441 Young Dumbledore

Dumbledore poured the new memory into the Pensieve, then lifted the stone basin with his slender hands and turned it gently.

"You've both read about Voldemort's early days, as we've said before, that handsome Muggle, Tom Riddle, who deserted his witch wife, Merope, and returned to his village in Little Hangleton. Merope was alone in London with the child who would become Lord Voldemort..."

"Professor, how did you know she was in London?"

"Because of the evidence provided by Caractacus Burke," said Dumbledore, "it's a coincidence that he opened a shop that sold the one we're talking about that hurt Katie. Necklace shop."

"Bojin-Bork Black Magic Store." Ivan said.

"Yes, he is the owner of this shop," said Dumbledore.

He shook the contents of the Pensieve like a prospector sifting gold.

From among the swirling silver-white objects loomed the figure of a little old man, whirling slowly in the Pensieve, pale as a ghost but more textured than a ghost. His hair was so thick that it completely covered his eyes.

"Yeah, I got it on very special occasions. A young witch got it just before Christmas, so many years ago. She said she was in need of money, yeah , that's all too obvious. She's ragged, haggard, and pregnant. She says that locket used to belong to Salazar Slytherin." Mr. Borgin smiled disdainfully, "Well, I Heard this shit all the time: Oh, it's Merlin's thing, my God, I swear, it's his favorite teapot..."

"But I took a closer look, and there was indeed a Slytherin family mark on the locket, and I found out the truth from that woman with a few simple spells. Of course, that thing is priceless. Then The woman doesn't seem to know how valuable it is, and she's satisfied after only selling it for ten Galleons, that's the best deal we've ever done!"

Dumbledore shook the Pensieve extra vigorously, and Caractacus was back where he had just appeared, sinking into a swirling memory.

"Is this the locket he was talking about?" Ivan revealed the locket behind his clothes.

"Yes, it is indeed priceless."

Ivan nodded in agreement, this thing is simply priceless.

"But he only gave her ten Galleons?!" Harry said angrily.

"Calactacus Burke was not a generous man," said Dumbledore, "so we know that Merope, alone in London in the late stages of pregnancy, desperate for money, had to sell The only valuable thing on her body, the Slytherin locket, is also a family heirloom that Marvolo cherishes very much."

"I don't understand, Merope is a witch, why doesn't she get food and everything for herself through magic? It doesn't cost money at all, just magic can solve this problem."

"Well!" said Dumbledore, "no one can figure that out, we can only guess now, maybe she can. But I think, I'm guessing again, but I believe I'm right, I think Merope stopped using magic after being abandoned by her husband, she was emotionally hurt, she thought she was abandoned by his muggle husband because she was a witch, she probably didn't want to be a witch again Of course, there is another possibility that her unrequited love and the resulting despair have greatly weakened her power. Such things will happen, and violent emotional fluctuations will have their own magic. In short, as you will see later, even at the last moment, Merope refused to raise his wand to save his own life."

"Maybe after Riddle left, she planned to die!" Ivan guessed.

"Maybe..." said Dumbledore.

"Would she even want to live for her son?" Harry asked.

His words made Dumbledore raise his eyebrows, "Could it be that you have sympathy for Voldemort?"

"No!" said Harry hastily, "but Merope has a choice, can't he, unlike my mother!"

"Your mother can also choose." Dumbledore said gently, "Yes, Merope chose to die. Although there is a son who needs her, don't blame her. The long-term pain has made her very Vulnerable, and she never had your mother's courage, Harry!"

Anyway, Merope insisted that Voldemort be born.

Her life experience was so tragic, but if she had given up immediately after Riddle, then so many things would not have happened later.

"Now, we're going to go into my memory, also a very important memory."

Dumbledore motioned for Ivan and Harry to stand up, and they entered the Pensieve.

Falling in the dark again, a few seconds later, when his feet stepped on solid ground, Ivan found himself standing with Dumbledore and Harry on a busy old-fashioned street in London.

"That's me." Dumbledore said cheerfully, pointing to a tall figure in front of him.

The man was crossing the road in front of a horse-drawn milk cart, a young Albus Dumbledore with long auburn hair and beard. He came to the side of the road and strode forward along the sidewalk. His elegant fuchsia velvet suit attracted many curious eyes.

I have to admit that the young Dumbledore looks very handsome and has a unique temperament.

It is different from the temperament of Dumbledore now, but it is also the kind of temperament that can be noticed at a glance in the crowd.

And it was so hard to ignore young Dumbledore on a street like this! His elegant Muggle suit is very trendy even now, and only celebrities in the entertainment industry would wear it like this. It's not at all nondescript or greasy like the Muggles that other wizards pretend to be...

"Nice dress, Professor!" Harry blurted out without thinking.

"It's very suitable. I dare say that there will be many girls who like you, Professor." Ivan agreed.

Dumbledore didn't answer, he just smiled softly.

Aiwen felt that he might be wrong. Dumbledore was not married until now, not even a woman who was rumored to be scandalous.

In other words, what's the use of him being so handsome and dressed so trendy?

In the past, there may have been many girls who liked him, but he didn't.

They are now here to learn about the former Voldemort, but Ivan suddenly felt that he also had a deeper understanding of the former Dumbledore...