Chapter 1075 The Terrible Voldemort (Come on for the College Entrance Examination)

"The next part of the conversation was completed in Parseltongue." Dumbledore said, snapping his fingers, and a layer of white ripples spread rapidly, "I later tried to figure out what they were talking about, what you heard next It’s all languages ​​I’ve translated.”

Ai Wen didn't speak, but was just thinking, can the extracted memory also be modified?

Even if this memory is not Dumbledore himself, it doesn't seem to be much of a problem.

The headmaster's strength is really surprising. You can see through him for yourself, but you will soon find that that is only part of it.

Just like a blind man touching an elephant, he can never tell the complete outline.

There are a lot of magic, it's not that Dumbledore doesn't know it, but he doesn't bother to use it.

In this regard, Voldemort is not as good as him, and Ivan is even worse.

In front of them, the door creaked open, and a boy stood at the door, carrying an old-fashioned oil lamp.

Tall, dark-haired, pale, and handsome, he was Voldemort the boy, Tom Riddle at fifteen!

It's true, a life that can rely entirely on appearance, but wants to transform himself into a monster.

Voldemort's eyes moved slowly in the dirty room, and found Morfin in the armchair.

They stared at each other for a few seconds, Morfin stood up staggeringly, and many wine bottles at his feet were rattling and clinking.

"You!" he roared, "You!"

Morfin lunged drunkenly at Riddle, wand and knife aloft.

"Stop!" Riddle said in Parseltongue.

Morfin couldn't stop and bumped into the table, and the moldy and rusty pot fell to the ground.

He glared at Riddle, and they looked at each other for a long time before Morfin broke the silence first.

"You can say that kind of thing?"

"Yes, I will." Riddle walked into the room, and the door closed behind him.

Without the fear a normal person should have, his face showed disgust and maybe disappointment.

"Where's Marvolo?" he asked.

"Dead!" said the other party, with a strange voice, "It's been many years since I died, hasn't I?"

"Then who are you?" Riddle frowned.

"I'm Morfin!"

"Marvolo's son?"

"Of course..." Morfin pushed away the hair on his dirty face to get a better look at Riddle.

Although the light was dim, Ivan saw Marvolo's black gemstone ring on his right hand at a glance.

It seems that before his old father died, he still kept this heirloom.

Riddle obviously noticed this too, and his gaze moved to Morfin's right hand.

"I thought you were that Muggle!" whispered Morfin. "You look exactly like that Muggle."

"Which Muggle?" Riddle snapped.

"The Muggle my sister is infatuated with, the Muggle who lives in the big house across the way." Morfin said, unexpectedly spitting on the ground between them, "You look just like him, Riddle .But he's older now, isn't he? It's been so long, he's older than you, I remember, everything is as clear as yesterday..."

Morfin seemed a little dizzy. He swayed a bit, but threw himself against the edge of the table.

"He's back, you know." He added stupidly.

Voldemort stared at Morfin, as if assessing his potential.

Then, he got closer and asked condescendingly, "Is Riddle back?"

"He abandoned my sister and ran back alone. My sister deserved it, married to trash!" Morfin slammed on the ground again, "She didn't know where she died in the end, and she even robbed our things. After she ran away Before! Where's the locket, huh, where's the Slytherin locket?"

He seemed to be asking Voldemort, but Voldemort didn't speak, and Morfin became angry again.

"Shame on us, she, that little slut! Who are you? Asking these questions here? It's over, isn't it? It's over? It's over!" he yelled, brandishing his dagger.

He looked away, shaking slightly.

Voldemort stepped forward, when a strange darkness came, swallowing Voldemort's oil lamp and Morfin's candle, swallowing everything, this is not a normal light.

Ivan froze for a moment, passing through the shady scene, he seemed to see Voldemort using a spell.

Dumbledore's hand tightly grasped Ivan's arm, and the two flew back to reality.

"That's all?" Ivan asked.

"Yes, Morfin can't remember what happened after that." Dumbledore said, "What we can know is that when he woke up the next morning, he was lying on the ground alone. This is the ring we were looking for."

Ivan didn't interrupt, waiting for Dumbledore to continue.

"Meanwhile, in the village of Little Hangleton that morning, a maid ran screaming and running through the high street, saying that there were three dead bodies in the drawing room of the great house: old Tom Riddle and his parents, and the Muggle authorities were helpless. As far as I know, they still don't know how the Riddle family died, because the Avada Kedavra generally doesn't leave any scars." Dumbledore continued, "But the Ministry of Magic knew immediately that it was cast by the wizard. They also know of a Muggle-hater who lives across from the Riddles and who has been in jail for assaulting one of the victims in this case."

"So the Ministry of Magic found Morfin, there was no interrogation, no Veritaserum or Legilimency, he immediately confessed, provided details that only the murderer knew, and said he was proud of killing those Muggles, saying He had been waiting for this opportunity for years. The wand he handed over was immediately proven to be the murder weapon for the Riddles, and he didn't resist, and was taken into Azkaban obediently, the only thing that disturbed him was his father's The ring is gone. He will kill me, he said repeatedly to his captors, I lost his ring and he will kill me. That seems to be all he said next, he was in Azkapandu For the rest of his life, mourning the loss of the last of Marvolo's heirlooms, the family's honor has since been shattered, and he was finally buried next to the prison, along with the other poor souls who died there."

"Voldemort killed his father and his grandparents?" Ivan said, "with Morfin's wand?"

Even though I already knew about it, it still makes people shudder to say it now.

Many people have told Ivan that he is as talented as Voldemort in his youth and is an outstanding wizard.

But from what I saw just now, this is the second time Ivan saw Tom Riddle after the diary.

It's not a soul fragment, it's much more real and complete than last time, and the things he did.

Taken together, Ivan can be sure that he is not as good as Voldemort. Browse and read the address: