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Watching a Memory
"I am
here, as I told you in my letter, to discuss Tom Riddle and arrangements
for his future,” said Dumbledore.
“Are you
family?” asked Mrs. Cole.
“No, I’m a
teacher,” said Dumbledore. “I have come to offer Tom a place at my
school.”
“What
school’s this, then?”
“It’s
called Hogwarts,” said Dumbledore.
“And how
come you’re interested in Tom?”
“We
believe he has qualities we are looking for.”
“Your mean
he’s won a scholarship? How can he have done this? He’s never been
entered for one.”
“Well, his
name has been down for our school since birth.“
“Who
registered him? His parents?”
There was
no doubt that Mrs. Cole was an inconveniently sharp woman. Apparently
Dumbledore thought so too, for Harry now saw him slip his wand out of
the pocket of his velvet suit, at the same time as picking up a
perfectly blank piece of paper from Mrs. Cole’s desk.
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