Chapter 67: 'Foreseeing The Future”

Chapter 67: “Foreseeing The Future”

“Tom Riddle.” The moment he heard the name, Sean froze in place.

His eyes were fixed on the man who stood up from the teacher’s desk and greeted him. Tom looked at him in his early thirties and looked at everyone with a gentle smile.

Sean even wondered if this Tom Riddle was the same that he was thinking. Wouldn’t that be Voldemort? He really couldn’t figure out how Dumbledore could have allowed Tom Riddle to teach at Hogwarts.

Or does Dumbledore not know Tom Riddle’s true identity?

Sean looked at Dumbledore. The old man smiled and seemed to be sincerely welcoming the arrival of his new colleague.

“Our curriculum will also change,” Dumbledore continued, “The students in the lower grades will no longer be taught jointly by the two houses. More information about the rest of the semester will be informed in the future.”

“The students of Nurmengard will also have classes with you all the time. I hope everyone can communicate well when the time comes.”The origin of this chapter's debut can be traced to N0v3l--B1n.

With a smile on Dumbledore’s face, he opened his hands, “Okay, students. This is the end of today’s dinner.”

The crowd in the hall began to move, and Sean squeezed towards the teacher’s desk amid Hermione’s voice. He had to ask the matter clearly, even if Dumbledore wondered how Sean got the news.

If it doesn’t work, just say he has some prophecy ability. Whether or not he can deceive the old man, with Dumbledore’s behavior, he won’t go deep into the secrets of his students.

However, a group of people wearing trench coats blocked his way.

“Excuse me.” Sean tried to squeeze past the crowd. But those people blocked Sean like a wall.

“Hogwarts, eh? Do you have anything to do with us?” A boy said, with a mischievous smile on his face.

“I’m not looking for you. Please move.” Sean said quickly.

Cotton is right. The students of Nurmengard are indeed keen to provoke Hogwarts.

“Well, that’s boring. I want to ask someone to ask where we should sleep tonight.” The boy took a step sideways, blocking Sean’s pace.

Sean followed Dumbledore into the office, and as soon as he walked up the spiral staircase, he said quickly, “Professor, something is wrong with Tom Riddle.”

Dumbledore turned his head sharply and stared at Sean. He slowly opened his mouth and said, “Sean, do you have the ability to foresee the future?”

Sean was stunned for a moment. This was a reason he made up. Why did he tell him in advance?

Dumbledore looked away again. He walked to the perch behind the door and looked at the empty wooden shelf.

“Sean, you want to say that Tom Riddle is Voldemort, right?”

Sean breathed a sigh of relief. The old man really knew it all. He nodded, “Yes, professor.”

Dumbledore turned his back to him and couldn’t see his expression clearly. He said in a reassuring voice, “The answer is yes and no.”

Sean is confused. What does this mean?

“Professor, I don’t quite understand...”

“Excuse me, but now is not the time for you to know.” Dumbledore turned around and smiled at Sean.

Sean glanced at Dumbledore helplessly and nodded.

“It’s time for you to go back and rest. You have a class to attend tomorrow.” Dumbledore winked at him and showed a smile.

“Then I’ll be leaving. Good night, Professor.”

“You too, Sean.”

When Sean left the office, Dumbledore stood still as if waiting for someone. A flame suddenly flashed across the office, and an old man with white hair and a white beard appeared from the flames. If Sean were still here, he would definitely open his mouth.

It was another Dumbledore.