Chapter 1090

"He believed he was special."

"Yes, Riddle was more than happy to believe that he was - in his words - 'special'," said Dumbledore.

"Did you know - at that time?" Fan Lin asked with a frown. In his eyes, it was obvious that Tom had shown his unknown ferocity from a very young age, and Dumbledore obviously...

"Did I know at the time that I was meeting the most dangerous Dark wizard ever?" said Dumbledore. "No, I had no idea that he would become what he became. However, he did pique my interest at the time. After returning to Hogwarts, I have been paying close attention to him. Since I already knew that he was so lonely and helpless, I should have done something for him anyway, and now I have realized Realize that the things I should do are not only for him, but also for others.”

Dumbledore said calmly, "His powers, as you heard, were already well developed at the time. For a wizard so young, it was quite astonishing - extremely intriguing and ominous - he had discovered He had a way to control them, and he began to use it consciously, and as you can see, this was no longer just a typical young wizard's casual experimentation: he had used magic on other people to intimidate, punish, and... To manipulate. The story of the hanged rabbit and the two boys and girls he lured into the cave are very thought-provoking... 'If I want, I can make them hurt'... "

"And he's a Parseltongue," Fan Lin interrupted, "This ability is only found in the Slytherin family, right?"

"Yes, indeed; a rare ability, and one easily associated with the Dark Arts, although as we know, great and good wizards also have Parseltongues. In fact, his ability to talk to snakes does not What disturbed me was not his obvious instinct for cruelty, dissimulation and control."

"Instinct?" Fan Lin repeated, and then looked at the scene in the basin thoughtfully. Ever since he was a child, Tom's desire to control has been very strong, which is not a good thing.

"Time is playing tricks on us again," Dumbledore pointed to the dark sky outside the window, "but before we break up, I would like to remind you to pay attention to certain features in the scene just now, which are different from those in our next few meetings. The issues to be discussed are of great relevance.”

"First of all, I hope you noticed Riddle's reaction when I mentioned that there was another guy with the same name as him, 'Tom.'"

Fanlin nodded.

"He was ashamed of anything that made him relatable to others, anything that made him ordinary. Even then, he wanted to be different, unique, even infamous. Shortly after that conversation Within a few years, he abandoned his name and, as you know, created the mask of 'Voldemort', which he has worn for so long."

"I believe you have also noticed that Tom Riddle was already extremely complacent, secretive, and obviously isolated at that time. When he went to Diagon Alley, he did not want help or companionship. He would rather act alone. The same is true for Voldemort as an adult. This way. You will hear many Death Eaters claiming that they are his closest confidants and that they are the only ones who can get close to him or even understand him. But they were deceived that Voldemort never had a friend and I believe he never wanted to have one. friend."

"And finally - I hope you're not too sleepy, pay attention to this - Tom Riddle liked to collect trophies when he was a child. You saw the box hidden in his room, which was specially used to store his stolen items, those They were snatched from the children he bullied, and they were all - so to speak - souvenirs with particularly unpleasant little magics. Remember this little hobby of his, because to a large extent, it was. This will become important in the future.”

"As we said, the choice of Horcrux, Professor." Fan Lin nodded, "But where is it hidden? I think..."

"The ancestral home of the Gaunt family!" Dumbledore hesitated and said, "I can only think of it being there, his grandfather Marvolo's ring..."

"Wait, Professor Dumbledore, you said that Marvolo did not support Morfin until he came back from Azkaban, but there is no doubt that Morfin finally came out of Azkaban alive, right?"

"Those crimes are not enough to sentence a wizard to death."

"So, Morfin...he has been staying in the ancestral home of the Gaunt family?"

"Oh, that's right, and he met Tom." Dumbledore said, groping in his arms with his hands, and not long after, he took out a small bottle containing a silver memory thread.

"Morfin's memory?" Fan Lin looked at Dumbledore in disbelief, "How did you get it?"

"Morfin's ghost." Dumbledore said, "In the end, he chose to leave. In fact, he believed that the purity of Slytherin's blood could not be guaranteed, and there was no point in staying in the world. In my opinion, When I saw him, he had been wandering in the cemetery..."

"what about others?"

"There is no more. In fact, I am also very surprised that Morfin would choose to give this memory to me."

Dumbledore said, opening the bottle cap in his hand and pouring the memories into the pensieve.

Dumbledore didn't need to say anything, Fan Lin was immersed in it naturally.

It's still a familiar scene, the house belonging to Gunter in Little Hangleton, but unlike when he came before, the place is no longer as tidy as it used to be.

Perhaps it is because no one has left to clean up after Merlot left. The poor Slytherin family does not even have a house elf. It seems that the Gaunt family has completely reduced to the dust of history, even though Voldemort has Merlot flowing in his body. Gunter's blood, but in front of the Slytherin family, this is simply a shame.

Morfin looked extremely old. Perhaps the experience in Azkaban left a deep impression on him, or perhaps it was the death of Marvolo that made Morfin miserable.

Fan Lin stood opposite and watched quietly, looking at Morfin who was huddled in the chair.

He looks exactly like Voldemort's grandfather Marvolo. Can we say they are father and son?

The kettle was rustling on the stove nearby, as if trying to wake up its owner and lift him off the fire.

However, this seemed to disturb the water surface of Morfen. Fanlin saw the kettle explode with a bang, and then the scalding hot water scattered to the ground.

"Dong dong dong... dong dong dong..."

A rhythmic knock on the door broke the tranquility of Gunter's ancestral house.

"Who?" Morfin said impatiently, "Leave here, this is not a place for you to come."

As he spoke, Morfin showed no intention of getting up.

There was silence for a moment outside the door, and then a rhythmic knock on the door came as usual.

However, Morfin didn't have the intention to pay attention to it. He pointed his wand and the room suddenly became clean.

However, Fanlin could still feel that there were people outside through the slight vibration of the door panel.

The room fell into dead silence, Fan Lin didn't ask, just waited patiently.

Will Voldemort be turned away?

Just kidding, even at Hogwarts, Voldemort can break in directly. Although there is a certain price to be paid, there is no doubt that Fanlin does not think Morfin's attitude and magic can stop him.

Not long after, the door opened with a creak.

Tom Riddle's handsome face appeared at the door. Seeing this scene, Fan Lin couldn't help but sigh.

Obviously Tom is a guy who can rely on his reputation to make a living, but unfortunately, God gave him enough talent, and then asked him to transform himself into an appearance that was neither human nor ghost, and even turned into a complete monster later.

Yes, it's a monster. Fan Lin really can't think of any good adjectives to describe Tom.

Ever since he put on Voldemort's mask, everything had become like this.

Voldemort, oh no, it should be said that it was Tom Riddle, stood at the door, his cold eyes scanning the dirty hut, and then he spotted Morfin nestled in the chair.

That decrepit, dirty middle-aged man, the man who was supposed to be the husband of his mother Merlot.

As if he was dissatisfied with Morfin's neglect, Fanlin saw Tom Riddle use his hand a little, and then the magic set by Morfin was broken.

In an instant, the sound from outside came in, it was the sound of gentle wind and the chirping of insects.

"Damn..." Morfin's anger suddenly surged into his heart, "You, how dare you..."

As he spoke, Morfin pulled out his wand, and after a roar, a ray of light went straight to Tom's face. Perhaps he hadn't had time to see clearly what Tom looked like, but if Morfin could see clearly, That curse will only be more vicious than the current one.

Fan Lin looked at Voldemort. He just pulled out his wand, and Morfin's spell was turned invisible.

This surprised Fanlin.

Morfin, who struck out in anger, never knew what it meant to be merciful, and as the inheritor of the Slytherin family bloodline, Fanlin would never underestimate the power of these people's spells, even if that person looked very bad.

However, Voldemort took it very easily. It could be seen that Voldemort was not much older than him, even...

"Fifteen-year-old Tom..." Dumbledore sighed, "He can confront an adult wizard..."

Fan Lin nodded, but the farce in the room did not continue.

In any case, Morfin is Voldemort's uncle. Although Fanlin doubts the use of this identity, Voldemort at this time, it should be said that Tom Riddle at this time has not yet become the formidable person. A terrifying monster, at least in appearance, Tom still looks like an outstanding student at Hogwarts, the most favored student by the professor.

"Stop!"

A sound of Siha's voice came over, like a poisonous snake hiding aside.

Parseltongue?

Because of magic, Fanlin understood what Tom was saying. Although they were not surprised by Parseltongue, it was obvious that Tom's behavior shocked Morfin.

Morfin seemed to be petrified, and his whole body stopped moving. His eyes widened, staring at Tom's face.

This face made him very uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but...

"You will say, you will say that..."

"Oh, yes, I can." Tom said nonchalantly, "It's not that difficult."

"It's not that difficult? Did you learn it?"

"Oh, no, that's what I was born with," said Tom, entering the house through the door.

Seemingly not satisfied with the appearance of the room, Tom then used his magic wand to sweep away the dust around him, and even the broken pieces of wine bottles and kettles scattered on the ground were neatly restored to their original positions.

"What are you doing?" Morfin said angrily, as if to punish Tom.

But Tom's calm appearance made him hold back, and he just slumped back in his chair, staring at Tom's movements angrily.

"Who are you?" Morfin looked for a while, and finally asked the question in his mind.

But Tom did not intend to answer, but asked back, "Where is Marvolo?"

Tom's eyes were cold, he glanced at Morfin, and then focused his eyes on Morfin's hands.

"Dead," Morfin paused slightly, "has been dead for many years, I..."

"So. Who are you?" Tom's eyes became dangerous, as if he would be merciless as long as Morfin's answer did not satisfy him...

"I am Morfin, Morfin Gaunt..."

"Gaunt?" Tom repeated, "Marvolo's son?"

"Of course." Morfin paused, as if he noticed something wrong, he looked at Tom carefully again, "I thought you were a Muggle. You look very much like him, damn, that Muggle!"

"Muggle? What Muggle?"

"It's the Muggle in the town," Morfin said, "The Muggle that my damn sister fell in love with, in the big house opposite."

"Live in the big house opposite?" Tom raised his voice.

"Ah, yes, in the big house opposite, my hopelessly stupid sister, she took Riddle away, and then, she definitely used magic, damn, she was just a squib, but she got her retribution, she married a scum."

"What do you mean?"

"The man abandoned her and returned to Little Hangleton..." Morfin said, "Then she didn't know where she died, and took my things, Slytherin's locket, she lost it, damn, if I find it..."

"What did you say, what locket?"

"Slytherin's locket!" Morfin said, "That bitch, little slut, she lost the family's honor and brought shame to the family, damn, she..."

Riddle didn't say a word, just quietly watched this old lunatic who should be his uncle vent.

Slytherin's locket...

Voldemort hasn't got him yet...

Not long after, Voldemort turned and left, but the picture did not stop, but fell into a long pause.

"What happened?" Fanlin asked, "and what did Tom do?"

"I don't know, but..." Dumbledore paused. "I think he went to get rid of his..."

"Old Tom Riddle?" Fanlin said in shock, "He was going to..."

"Oh, yes, killing him, there is not much result, Tom hates his name, he is unique, no matter when..."

"But, that's his father..."

"Muggle father."

Fanlin was a little confused, so, Tom killed his father with his own hands?

"In fact, this is Morfin's confession in the Ministry of Magic, not only old Tom Riddle, but also his grandparents. Of course, these are all admitted by Morfin, admitting to murder, and then..."

"That's it, I don't have any more memories." (To be continued)