Chapter 1087

"God, what an ugly thing!"

said a child's voice, as clearly as if she were standing in the house speaking. "Can't your father clean out this shabby house?"

Fanlin was very shocked. As the only descendant of Slytherin, not everyone has the courage to say such things. It can be said that those who don’t know are fearless?

However, Fanlin felt that there was nothing wrong at all. It was very ugly here and the girl was only telling the truth.

The dilapidated hut, decorated with strange poisonous snakes, makes anyone feel uncomfortable at first glance.

"That's not ours," a young voice suddenly said. "Everything on the other side of the valley belongs to us, but that cabin belongs to an old tramp named Gaunt and his child. His son is crazy, and you should have heard some stories in the village-"

The girl smiled. The clanking of horse hooves became louder and louder. Morfin tried to rise from the armchair.

"Sit in your chair," his father warned in Parseltongue.

"Tom," said the girl again, when they were near the house. “Maybe I’m mistaken—did someone nail a snake to that door?”

"Oh, you're right!" said the man. "It must have been the son, I told you he was not in his right mind. Don't look at it, Cecilia, dear."

The clanking of horse hooves gradually faded away.

"'Dear,'" Morfin whispered in Parseltongue, looking at his sister. "'Honey,' he called her. So he wouldn't want you anyway."

Mello looked so pale that he looked like he was going to faint.

"What is that?" Gaunt said in a sharp voice, also in snake language, looking at his son and then at his daughter. "What did you just say, Morfin?"

"She likes watching that Muggle," he said with malice on his face, staring at his sister, who now looked terrified. "She always ran into the garden to look at him through the cracks in the fence when he passed by, didn't she? And last night——"

Merlot shook his head violently and begged him, but Morfin continued relentlessly, "Stand out the window and wait to see him ride home, won't you?"

"Stand out the window to see a Muggle?" Gaunt whispered. All three of the Gaunt family seemed to have forgotten Ogden. Faced with a sudden series of incomprehensible hisses, he seemed a little overwhelmed and angry.

"Is it true?" Gaunt said lifelessly, taking two steps towards the frightened girl. "My daughter - a pure-blood descendant of Slytherin - likes a filthy Muggle with dirty blood?"

Mello shook his head like crazy and leaned against the wall, apparently speechless.

"But I got him, Father!" Morfin chuckled. "I caught him as he passed by. His pockmarked face didn't look good, didn't it, Mero?"

"You disgusting little squib, you filthy blood traitor!" Gaunt lost control, roared and grabbed his daughter's throat. Ogden suddenly shouted, "No!"; Ogden raised his wand and shouted, "No!"

Gaunt was thrown away from his daughter; he tripped over a chair and fell to the ground. Morfin roared, leaping from his chair and running towards Ogden, brandishing his bloody knife and his wand shooting spells indiscriminately.

In an instant Ogden started running for his life.

Dumbledore called them to run after him, but in fact, Fanlin wanted to see Voldemort's past, his grandfather and Mello...

Mello's screams echoed in his ears. Ogden hurried across the path with his head in his hands and onto the road. He bumped into a handsome young man with black hair, riding on a smooth chestnut stallion. He and a pretty girl on a gray horse behind him yelled and giggled at Ogden.

Ogden bounced off the side of his horse and took off again, his coat flying behind him and covered in dust from head to toe, until he stumbled and disappeared at the end of the road.

"I think that's enough, my friends," said Dumbledore. He grabbed Fan Lin's elbow.

After a while, they were flying together again, weightlessly moving through the darkness, until their feet landed firmly on the ground, and they returned to Dumbledore's room bathed in dim light.

"How is the girl in the house? I mean, Mello..." Fanlin said immediately, and Dumbledore flicked his wand and lit some more lights.

"Mello, or whatever her name is?"

"Oh, she survived," Dumbledore sat down again behind the table and motioned for Fanlin and Rutherford to sit down as well.

"Ogden apparated back to the Ministry and returned with reinforcements within five minutes. Morfin and his father tried to resist, but were overpowered and led out of the room, whereupon the Wizenga Morfin, who already had a record of attacking Muggles, was sentenced to three years in Azkaban. Marvolo, who injured several Ministry of Magic employees, including Ogden, was sentenced to six months in prison. "

"Marvolo?" Rutherford repeated, feeling a little strange, "I seem to know this name."

"Yes," Dumbledore smiled appreciatively, "I'm glad to see you can keep up."

"So, that old man is..." Rutherford said uncertainly, "About the Dark Lord!"

"Voldemort's grandfather, yes," said Dumbledore.

"Marvolo, his son Morfin and his daughter Merlot are the last descendants of the Gaunt family. The Gaunt family is a very ancient wizard family. The custom of marrying their brothers and sisters has made them famous for generations. Possessing a temperament that was capricious and violent, a lack of rationality coupled with a passion for nobility and luxury meant that the family's wealth was squandered generations before Marvolo was born. What he saw was that he became impoverished, had a bad temper, was unimaginably arrogant, and cherished the few treasures passed down from his family as much as his own son, but he treated his daughter very badly. "

"Then Merlot," Sleepy Heat leaned forward in his chair and stared at Dumbledore, "then Merlot is...the professor. Does that mean she is...the mother of the Dark Lord?"

"Yes," said Dumbledore. "It just so happened that we had an encounter with Voldemort's father. I wonder if you noticed?"

"The Muggle that Morfin attacked? The man on horseback?" Rutherford reacted immediately. He looked at Fan Lin, who looked understanding.

"Very true actually," said Dumbledore, smiling. "Yes, that is old Tom Riddle, a handsome Muggle who often rides past the Gaunt house. Merlo Gaunt has a secret and passionate feeling for him."

"They got married later?" Fan Lin said uncertainly. Although in his eyes this was a luxury wish, in fact he couldn't think of anyone who was less likely to fall in love than these two people.

"I think you forget," said Dumbledore, "that Mero is a wizard. I believe that under her father's intimidation, her magical abilities were not fully utilized. Once Marvolo and Morfin stayed in Once she was free and alone in Azkaban for the first time in her life, I was sure she would have full control over her ability to plot an escape from the hopeless life she had lived in for eighteen years."

"So, in fact, Old Tom doesn't even know Mero?" Fan Lin recalled some details.

"I don't know." Dumbledore shook his head, "Maybe. After all, Old Tom knows that it is Gaunt's house, and Mello always looks at him secretly."

"It's hard to imagine..." Fan Lin sighed, "In fact, I didn't even think that the two were just so simple...sloppy?"

"Can't you guess what means Merlo might use to make Tom Riddle forget his Muggle partner and fall in love with her instead?"

"The soul-stealing curse?" Fan Lin said without thinking. "Or is it a love potion? These are the only two possibilities, otherwise Voldemort..."

"Good. I personally tend to think she used a love potion. I'm sure she thought it would be more romantic and easy to implement. One hot day, when Riddle was riding alone, she persuaded him to drink some water. That's it. Anyway, a few months later, in the little village of Hangleton we just met, people started talking about a huge scandal, you can imagine the gossip about the squire's son and the tramp. My daughter eloped.”

"But the shock of the villagers was nothing compared to Marvolo. When he returned from Azkaban, he thought that his daughter would cook a table of hot meals and dishes and wait loyally for him to return. But on the contrary, he All she found was several inches of dust in her home and a farewell note explaining what she had done."

"As far as I know, he never spoke of her again. His untimely death may have been attributed to her running away from home - or to the fact that he never learned how to support himself. Azkaban made Marvo Luo's health deteriorated and he did not live to see Morfin return home."

"Where's Mero? She...she's dead, isn't she? Didn't Voldemort grow up in an orphanage?"

"Indeed," said Dumbledore. "We have to make a guess here, but I think it's not difficult to guess what happened. You see, less than a few months after they eloped and got married, Tom Riddle returned to the house in Little Hangleton alone. Neighbors said he was 'blinded' and 'deceived'. I'm sure he meant that he was under a spell and then the spell dissipated. I guess he was afraid of being thought crazy, so he didn't dare to use it like that. Accurate words. So after hearing what he said, the neighbors guessed that Mero lied to Tom Riddle that she was pregnant with his child, and he was forced to marry her. "

"But she did bear his child."

"But that was a year after they were married. She was still pregnant when Tom Riddle left her."

"What went wrong?" Fan Lin asked in confusion. "Why did the love potion stop working?"

"This is another guess," said Dumbledore, "but I am sure that Merlot loved her husband deeply and could not bear to continue to use magical means to control him. I believe it was her decision to stop taking the drug. Maybe, She foolishly believed that in return Marvolo would fall in love with her. Maybe Mero thought he would stay with her for the sake of the child. If so, she was wrong about both of them. , never came back to see her, nor did he care about his son. "

The sky outside was as black as ink, and the lights in the house seemed brighter than before.

"I have to admit, this is a tragic love story, and I think my wife might like this story." Rutherford sighed.

"Your wife? Strigoi?"

"Oh, of course, but before that, she was a beautiful human girl. We fell in love under the church. In fact, we have a lovely daughter..."

"It's a very touching story, Mr. Rutherford."

"So, Mr. Dumbledore, what you showed me... is this part about the Dark Lord's past, or to be more precise, the Dark Lord's ancestors, but I didn't find any useful information in it."

"So, do you know this thing?" Fanlin took Slytherin's locket from his neck, "Look carefully..."

"That girl, that is, the Dark Lord's mother's thing..." Rutherford narrowed his eyes, "But, what is this..."

"Feel it carefully, Rutherford, I don't think you can't find it..."

"Hmm!"

Rutherford put his palm on Slytherin's locket, "...Hmm...If I'm not mistaken, it is broken, and...it has been invaded by black magic...something that doesn't belong here..."

"What is that?" Rutherford asked with his eyes open.

"This is exactly what we are focusing on." Van Lin said, and with a wave of his hand, all of Voldemort's previous Horcruxes were neatly placed on the table.

Tom Riddle's diary, Slytherin's locket, Ravenclaw's crown...

"They..."

"They are all Horcruxes." Van Lin said.

"I've heard of this thing." Rutherford whispered, "A container made by splitting the soul. As long as the soul is immortal, the dark wizard has the ability to return here... So..."

"This is Voldemort's biggest trump card." Van Lin said, "And we discovered this, and kept looking for it, even to the point of destruction."

"So, in that memory..."

"You must have found something, didn't you, Professor Dumbledore?"

"Oh, it looks like this." Dumbledore said slowly, and the Pensieve lit up again, but this time, no one put their head in, just like a projection, Dumbledore stretched out his hand and pulled, and the whole picture jumped into the air.

That was when Ogden explained his son's crimes to Gaunt.

The mentally ill Marvolo was angrily showing Ogden the glorious past of the Gaunt family, or more precisely, the Slytherin family.

This was really inconsistent.

A dilapidated house, or, as old Tom Riddle said, a tramp?

If those venomous snakes had not listened to him, and if there were not the last things of Slytherin...

Gaunt put his hand under Ogden's nose, and was shouting angrily for him to watch the past of the Slytherin family.

However, Vanlin could not help but focus his eyes on Mello who was hiding aside.

The Gaunt family...Mello Gaunt...

"What did you find?"

"The ring." Vanlin said without hesitation, "The characteristics of the Slytherin family are the same as the Slytherin locket, which is in line with Voldemort's selection criteria. This is his past and one of his honors, the descendants of Slytherin. So, Professor, you found the ring, that is, where is the Horcrux hidden?"

"Don't you know? I thought you would know..."

"Gaunt's ancestral home?" (To be continued)