Compared to the man on TV, whose gaunt, haggard face was framed by a head of long, dirty, messy, tangled hair, Harry felt that he himself was pretty neat.

The wanted man Sirius Black had been on TV for weeks, and in the newspapers since the first day I returned to Privet Drive from Hogwarts for the summer.

His uncle, Mr. Dursley, was always angry and wanted to know which prison the other party had escaped from, so that he could make a phone call and complain to the warden of that prison.

However, today's news seemed different. After the TV reported on Sirius Black again, it surprisingly did not jump to boring programs like agriculture and fisheries, but talked about another prison escapee.

"It is reported that another criminal, Riddle, has also escaped from prison. According to relevant speculation, Blake and Riddle are suspected to be accomplices, and both of them are in possession of lethal weapons..."

Harry, who was frying eggs, was stunned immediately.

Hearing the name "Riddle" again made him feel as if he had suddenly returned to the wizarding world from this quagmire-like Muggle world, but the emotion that surged in his heart at this moment was not happiness, but surprise.

Tom Riddle, he once thought that the other party was a friend, and he had been working with the other party for almost half of the semester, but what was the reality?

This was the man who had killed his parents one night twelve years ago, and even wanted to kill him too! In the previous school year, he had also controlled a giant basilisk, wreaking terror in Hogwarts, petrifying several people! Fortunately, Dumbledore, who was said to be the greatest wizard, caught him and sent him to Azkaban, a prison specially prepared for wizards.

Hearing the name "Tom Riddle" again, and hearing the news that he had escaped from prison, Harry felt very confused. He didn't know how to face this matter.

Logically, he should be angry about the escape of the enemy who killed his parents, but in fact he was not.

On the contrary, he was a little happy for him. He always found it difficult to overlap the shadow of Riddle, who he had been with day and night, with that of Voldemort, even though Dumbledore repeatedly emphasized that the man was best at deceiving people.

But how did "Riddle" become connected to a criminal from the Muggle world? Or was it just a coincidence of having the same name?

He raised his head and glanced at the TV secretly.

The Dursleys had bought a color TV a long time ago, and on TV, the handsome Tom Riddle was half-smiling, with every strand of his hair neatly combed and a small tuft of slightly curly black hair hanging down in front of his forehead - it was indeed the Riddle that Harry knew. Harry had seen Riddle's appearance in his memory before.

Tom Riddle looked completely different from his "companion" Sirius. He was wearing prison clothes, but he didn't seem to be worried about himself at all. His hair and clothes were clean and looked neat. He didn't look like a prisoner at all, but rather like he was about to take up a post in prison.

Perhaps he had anticipated this day the moment he was imprisoned? Harry didn't know, but at least one thing was clear to him - if Sirius Black was Tom Riddle's accomplice, this meant that the prisoner who had escaped for several weeks was actually a wizard.

But no matter what, he guessed that maybe he would understand what happened tonight.

His good friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were not as isolated from the news of the wizarding world as he was, and both of them had spent a long time with "Tom Riddle". If they had any news, Harry believed that they would write to him.

He had never looked forward to his birthday in the past twelve years, and even last year he had had a terrible birthday, but this year, as long as there wasn't another house-elf showing up to rescue him, maybe he could get some letters from his friends.

Harry put the slightly burnt fried egg on the plate and counted the clock waiting for the day to pass.

The hours dragged on into the evening, and then into midnight.

He glanced expectantly out the window, but there was nothing outside. For a moment, Harry thought he would not receive any letters from anyone on his birthday. But an hour after he turned thirteen, against the backdrop of the golden moon, a large living thing flew towards Harry, with a strange tilt and fluttering wings, getting bigger and bigger. Harry stood still and watched it slowly descend.

Then three more owls flew into his not-so-big house.

Harry was glad that he had moved from the closet under the stairs to this small house last year, otherwise he would never have thought that he would receive so many letters in one night.

It's just that - four owls, two of them are from Ron and Hermione, where are the other two?

Soon he knew where the third owl came from - Hogwarts! This owl from the school brought two letters, one from his friend Rubeus Hagrid, and the other from the school. And the fourth owl -

Harry didn't recognize who sent it. The letter looked very plain, with no signature on it. There was a badge on the seal, which was a handsome eagle. He wanted to read Ron's letter first, but this unsigned letter attracted him like magic, and he couldn't help but tear open the seal.

If there was someone familiar with magic beside him, he might have immediately stopped him from opening a letter of unknown origin to avoid being cursed. But he never thought that such an accident would happen.

He tore open the envelope and a greeting card fell out. It had a picture of a Quidditch star in flight on it.

This was the first greeting card he had ever received, and it was about his favorite Quidditch!

Harry couldn't suppress the joy that welled up in his heart, and now he was eager to know who knew him so well.

Dear Harry: Happy birthday!

I suppose you must be wondering who has sent you this letter, Harry; and I suppose you must have heard the news that "Tom Riddle" has escaped from prison.

Yes, I am "Riddle".

(End of this chapter)