Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 368: Riddle's Identity
Peter Pettigrew was the man's name. He was a member of the Order of the Phoenix, had a clean family background, and was from Gryffindor, a dor family that was almost isolated from dark wizards.

As for Draco Malfoy, his surname is closely associated with Death Eaters. He is also a bad guy who was sorted into Slytherin as soon as the Sorting Hat touched him.

"A rotten orange is a rotten orange. If the Malfoys can change, I can only tell you two words: dream on!"

"The blood of betrayal and speculation is engraved in their hearts." Moody said sarcastically.

"That's enough! Alastor!"

"That kid Draco is impossible!"

"What's more, his father handed something into my hands."

"This thing concerns Voldemort's life and is one of the cornerstones of his immortality."

"Such a great sin, even if Draco killed Harry, or I, it would not be possible to undo Lucius's mistake."

"In fact, in my heart, I already knew who that person might be."

Dumbledore paused and then said, "Tom Riddle."

"Did you and he set a trap for Voldemort?" Snape couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"what are you guys saying?"

"What does this have to do with that Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?" This was Moody.

"He can't really be your son, can he?" shrieked Diggle, the source of the rumor that Riddle was Dumbledore's son.

"Who is the mother?" Sturgis rubbed his square chin.

"I think it might be Professor McGonagall." Hestia's face turned red. The Scarlet Witch was born in this room.

"Wait, this news - Kingsley, you little brat, it's better not to stay here." Moody suddenly interrupted again.

In Moody's eyes, Kingsley was just a newcomer and not as reliable as his other old comrades.

As for Snape knowing, Moody was not surprised at all.

In his eyes, Snape was a spy who joined the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters when he was a student.

In terms of seniority, Snape is probably not much worse than him.

"Well, it seems that this matter cannot be resolved in a short time." Even Dumbledore smiled bitterly.

He began to draw out his wand and chant long, difficult spells, and blue rays of light emerged from his wand.

Then there was the sound of the pressure cooker boiling - the living room, which was narrow just now, suddenly expanded, the sofa became very long, and the bookshelf that could be considered a wall just now looked particularly funny in this room.

It gives people an indescribable sense of humor.

"Very good, a very good traceless stretching spell."

"But this is my home." Snape couldn't help but reveal a little anger.

You know, this place is not just filled with his painful childhood.

In the earlier times, before his father went bankrupt and his mother was exposed as a wizard, their family was considered happy.

Lily had also come here after he became a wizard.

It can be said that this place is also filled with his happy and beautiful side.

"Don't worry, the living room will be back to its original state in two hours."

"And, Kingsley, you don't have to go out," Dumbledore smiled.

He waved his wand and the sofa slid behind the other wizards present.

He waved again, and the rickety table became gorgeous and wide, and on the Scottish-style tablecloth that suddenly appeared on the surface, several glasses full of sherry appeared.

"Hmm, you still remember that I like this." Moody took a sip intoxicatedly.

"You know, I never drink drinks given to me by others when I'm outside."

"I don't drink anything too strong—" Seeing Kingsley's deliberate confusion, Moody laughed. He took out a curved bottle of wine, "It's all thanks to this!"

"I'll forget it."

"As a lady, it's not a good thing to get drunk in front of a group of men." Hesica waved her hand.

Indeed, sherry is also called cooking wine. Because of its unique aroma, it is deeply loved in the UK as a wine to drink before meals.

But relatively speaking, its alcohol content is not low, which is consistent with its origin in southern Spain.

On the other side, Dumbledore waved his wand again after hearing this, and the sherry in front of Hesca turned into a glass of iced pumpkin juice.

“Yes, that’s the taste!”

"I haven't had this unique pumpkin juice since I left Hogwarts." Hestia smacked her lips.

"Then I'll let Hagrid provide you with his unique experience in growing pumpkins." Dumbledore smiled.

In addition, Snape went upstairs naturally and brought back several plates of food from somewhere.

Moody shook his head to push his long gray hair away from his face, then pulled a plate of sausages over to his stump of a nose and sniffed.

He took a knife from his pocket, thrust it into one end of a sausage, and began to eat.

After about ten minutes, everyone was almost full and satisfied.

"Now it's time to talk about who Riddle is." Moody took out another dirty-looking handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his mouth.

Instead, use some easy-to-use cleaning spells, such as - clean up, whirlwind clean, etc.

As an Auror, or a former Auror, he always adhered to the principle of not using magic if possible.

"Before we talk about him - whirlwind clean up!" Diggle stretched out his wand, which absorbed most of the oil stains, leaving only the handkerchief in Moody's hand that was still smoking slightly.

"Thank you, Di Ge!" Moody said in a sarcastic tone, "You know, if it wasn't in front of you, the people who can give me a sense of security, and a wand suddenly appeared, what would happen?"

"Fainted?" Di Ge jumped up lively.

"No, Cruciatus!" Moody said in a gloomy tone.

"Although the Ministry of Magic was reluctant to give me a promotion or more allowances, they were willing to give me the privilege of using the Unforgivable Curses."

"Because what--because they fucking know I'm a good guy!"

"I've never been crazy!"

"Everyone knows they are guilty! Why can't I be vigilant or even attack them!"

"But it's all right now!"

"Arthur becomes Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and everything is fine!"

"Albus, you're finally sober!" Moody said drunkenly, burping from time to time.

"Sorry, Moody is drunk." Di Ge quickly covered Moody's mouth.

"He's not drunk. He's more sober than anyone else."

“I make mistakes, too.”

"Now, let me tell you about Riddle's identity." Dumbledore took a deep breath.

"You may find his name familiar, but you have never made any association with it."

"Riddle is part Voldemort, the younger version of himself."

"At the same time, he is also a powerful weapon to defeat the current Voldemort and an indispensable part of the best solution." Dumbledore looked at the stunned crowd.

Except for Snape, who already knew about it and was munching on a piece of bread that looked tasteless with his head down.

(End of this chapter)