Chapter 622 The Extinction of Human Nature (Two Updates in One)

"When Tom Riddle was still in school, he was a smart, funny and overly mature person." Tiera said while standing on the podium with a smile, "But at the same time, he was also overly cruel and indifferent to life. He is a natural antisocial personality.”

Time quickly came to the second black magic class after December.

The weekend before this lesson, the Gryffindor Quidditch team had just experienced an intense Quidditch match.

That was Ron's first time playing. Before the game, he was so nervous that he wanted to give up right away——

But just like Harry once did in the movie, Tiera also took out the small bottle containing the Fuling Potion, shook it on the dining table, and pretended to put the Fuling Potion into his breakfast orange juice. , and asked Ron to pretend that he drank the Fuling Potion——

This simple psychology trick is as effective as ever.

As a gatekeeper, Ron blocks gods and Buddhas block Buddhas, just like a solid barrier.

At the celebration party at the end of the Quidditch match, just like the original plot, Lavender Brown, the strong girl with curly brown hair, ran over and gave Ron a big French kiss in the joyous atmosphere of the celebration party. .

"Looks like she's eating his face," Ginny once commented with a deadpan expression.

Harry and Hermione, who were standing nearby at the time, nodded in agreement. Harry and Hermione even started coaxing her later, but Ginny seemed to be unhappy for some reason.

Ron and Lavender Brown's kiss at the celebration banquet lasted for ten minutes——

Just like they are in this class.

Ever since they entered the classroom and found a seat near the corner, they had been hugging each other and kissing from time to time.

It was only three days since their celebration party together, and Harry, Hermione and Ginny had stopped teasing Ron and Lavender Brown about their kiss——

They were tired and tired of watching this scene. Not only were they not in the mood to make fun of them, but they also felt disgusted when they saw them kissing together——

Maybe Ginny was right, the way Lavender and Ron kissed looked like Lavender was eating Ron's face.

"Ron Weasley! Lavender Brown!" Tiera suddenly shouted on the podium, "This is not a hotel! This is not a dormitory! This is a classroom, I want to kiss!"

Ron and Lavender both jumped, then smiled coquettishly, and each let go of their mouths.

"Okay, let's continue where I just talked about, right." Tiera said, "Tom Riddle turned his target to the school. He found a group of loyal friends for himself. He has a strong influence among this group of people. Evil and strangely charming, they brought together all kinds of people, a mixture of the weak seeking protection and the strong seeking glory. In other words, they were the predecessors of the Death Eaters, and some of them were indeed After leaving school he became a Death Eater."

"They were firmly in the hands of Riddle and never did anything wrong in public, even though there were countless sordid things that happened in their early years at Hogwarts that seemed to have nothing to do with them. Small accidents, the most serious incident among them, of course, was the opening of the secret room, which led to the death of a girl and the innocent punishment of Professor Hagrid." Tiera continued to explain.

"Tom Riddle seems to be very focused on protecting his privacy. Even with my ability, there is no way to find out more about Riddle's memories at Hogwarts. What is known to us is that after he left school , after painful efforts, after tracing the footprints of those little-known black magic." Tiera said, "That is, after he became the Dark Lord or a little time before."

"The Death Eaters and Riddle's teachers at school who I could find and were willing to tell me told me that Riddle was deeply fascinated by his ancestors. Of course, this is understandable, after all, he was an orphan. Growing up in the Hog, he certainly wanted to know how he got there. He searched desperately for stories about old Tom Riddle in whatever information he could find. Finally he was forced to admit that his father had never been to Hog. Watts, I believe that's when he gave up his name forever and called himself 'Voldemort', but then he began to search for all the information about his mother - his mother, I think you may remember, was the He believed that it was impossible for someone to become a wizard because she had not been able to escape human death."

"The only name he could use as a basis to look up was 'Melop'. He knew from the person who ran the orphanage that this was his grandfather's name. Finally, through the arduous search for the ancient wizard genealogy, he found out Traces of this name were found in the list of Slytherin's still living families. In the summer when he was sixteen, he left the orphanage where he returned every summer and set out to find his relatives of the Gaunt family... Now, Students, please come closer."

As she spoke, Tiera took out a crystal bottle containing rotating pearl-colored memories.

"I'm very lucky to have this bottle in my collection," Tiera said with a chuckle, before pouring the shimmering liquid into the pensieve.

A violent and pitch-black fountain rushed out of the pensieve, as gentle as the ocean or clouds, spreading towards the entire classroom.

Everyone melted like ice cubes in this ocean-like spring of memory.

After being dissolved by the spring water of memory, everyone has a strange perspective——

It's like they're looking at two images at the same time -

One picture is of an ugly, shabby old house. The ceiling of the room is thickly covered with spider webs, the cracks in the floor are filled with dirt, and moldy and rotten food lies on the table in a mess of old jars.

The only light inside the room comes from a single candle placed at the foot of the frame's field of view.

The other scene was from outside. They saw the outside of this ugly old mansion. They saw that this ancient mansion that had gone through something unknown had a rotten base and door pillars covered with black mold. , and the dilapidated and patched roof. The career in this picture seems to be walking, approaching this dilapidated old house little by little.

Then, a hand stretched out from this field of vision and pushed open the door.

They saw a man sitting at the end of the room. The man's hair and beard were so long that they couldn't see his eyes and mouth.

He huddled in an armchair by the fire, holding a wand in his right hand and a short knife in his left.

At the same time, in another scene, the door creaked open, and a boy holding an old-style lantern came in. Both Harry and other students at Hogwarts recognized him immediately: tall and pale. , black hair, handsome, that is Voldemort in his youth.

Voldemort's eyes slowly swept across the small room, and then stopped on the man in the armchair. They looked at each other for a few seconds, and then the man stood up straight. Many empty bottles at his feet fell to the ground with a clatter, clinking and rolling across the floor.

"You!" the man roared, "You!"

He rushed towards Riddle drunkenly, holding his wand and knife high.

"stop."

Riddle said in Parseltongue. The man stopped abruptly at the table, knocking the moldy jars to the floor.

He stared at Riddle, and there was a long silence as they looked at each other. The man broke the silence first.

"Did you say that?" the sloppy man asked.

"Yes, I said it." Riddle said easily. He walked to the middle of the room and closed the door.

Riddle frowned and seemed dissatisfied with the appearance of the room.

"So who are you?"

"I'm Morfin, am I?"

"Morfin's son?"

"I am, then..."

Morfin pushed the hair away from his dirty face to get a better look at Riddle, and Harry saw that he was wearing Merope's black ring on his right hand.

"I thought you were the Muggle," Morfin whispered. "You look very much like the Muggle."

"Which Muggle?" Tom Riddle asked eagerly.

"Oh, that Muggle my sister has a crush on, the Muggle who lives in the big house over there," Morfin said, unexpectedly slapping the floor between them. "You look so much like him, Riddle. But he's older now, older than you, let me see..."

Morfin looked a little dizzy and shaky, still holding on to the edge of the table to support himself.

"He's back, look," he added stupidly.

Voldemort stared at Morfin, silently evaluating all the possibilities. Then he leaned closer and asked, "Riddle is back?"

"Ah, he left her for his lawful fiancée and married that filthy fellow!" said Morfin, slapping the floor again. "Before she ran off and ransacked us, where's the box? Uh, where's Slytherin's little box?"

Voldemort didn't answer. Morfin himself went into a rage again. He waved his knife and shouted, "She shamed us, she did it, that little slut! Why are you here asking those questions, you bitch? It's over... it's all over..."

He looked away, shaking, and Voldemort stepped forward. At this time, an unnatural darkness fell. One of the pictures, that of Morfin, disappeared, while the picture belonging to Voldemort continued.

Everyone could clearly see how Voldemort stretched out his dexterous white hands, and like a craftsman or master, used magic such as "Legilimency", "Forgetfulness" and "Memory Change" to make up stories for Morfin. A completely different memory emerged.

Then they watched how Voldemort picked up Morfin's wand, crossed the mountain, came to the other side of the hillside, and used his uncle's wand to kill his own father, his father's legal wife, and The eldest daughter of the Riddle family, and the younger son of the Riddle family.

Then--

The tide of memory went back and returned to the pensieve, and all the students stepped on the floor of the black magic classroom again.

"The memory I just showed you is one of the most important memories in Voldemort's life." Tiera said slowly, "He tampered with his uncle's memory and used his uncle's wand to kill himself. His biological father, and his father’s family.”

This time, there was no longer any discordant sound in the audience.

Everyone was shaken by the fear of facing murder.

Even Harry is no exception.

Seeing Voldemort kill his best friend——

It was a completely different feeling and a completely different shock than watching Voldemort kill his biological father from his perspective.

The former will be sad, painful, angry, and hateful, but the latter——

This kind of scene of parricide will only make Harry feel fear and despair. Even if Voldemort is his mortal enemy, even if Harry knows that Voldemort does all kinds of evil, killing his biological father for no reason still makes Harry feel... To the suffocating, human despair.

——All the other students felt the same way.

"I initially believe that Voldemort has already begun planning his rise at this time and planning his identity as the leader of the pure-blood family." Tiera said with a smile, "All he needs is the Gaunt family, that is, Slytherin. The identity of the family heir without having a Muggle father is an intolerable stain for him."

"So he solved all the insiders." Tiera said with a smile, "At least that's what he thought. He killed his Muggle father and framed the blame on his idiot uncle, and his uncle ended up Died in Azkaban"

"At the same time, he used this killing to refine a magic item that was very important to him." Tiera smiled and stopped talking.

"Okay, students, this class is over." Tiera smiled and clapped her hands, "Everyone, go back."

The students looked at each other——

They all saw the same expression——

fear.

The student wizards fled out of the classroom without any communication between them——

Only then did they finally realize why Voldemort made their parents afraid to call him by his first name.

After the classroom was cleared, Tiera fished out the memory from the pensieve and swallowed it gently like she did last time.