"A wizard's genealogy, born noble. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

A Slytherin student shuttles through the shelves of the library, and due to the illness of Lupin, the teacher of the Defence Against the Dark Arts, all the Defence Against the Dark Arts classes are temporarily substituted by their headmaster, Professor Snape, who does not know if their dean was bitten by werewolves when he was young, and who seems to maintain an unusually hostile hatred for werewolves, and Snape asks them to write two volumes of homework on werewolves, especially how to kill and identify them, the more the better.

Just as he sighed and was about to go to the next row of bookshelves, the gilded characters came into his eyes.

Almost immediately, he became interested in this column of books, and almost immediately, he ran to the bookshelf, took out the family tree that symbolized his surname, and began to read.

I forgot what I was here for.

Almost at first glance, he was hooked.

He read it word by word in a fit of intoxication, not even a single punctuation mark, and oh my God, he dared to say that the genealogy of his family was a piece of waste paper compared to this place, and a few names and years of birth and death were written on it, what kind of evidence could prove their glorious past.

The more he read, the more excited and excited he became, as if he had returned to the days when his ancestors were bathed in glory, ancient and noble wizards showed them the way, countless powerful wizards talked and laughed with his ancestors, and the heroic deeds made him proud, and a strong sense of pride and satisfaction gathered in his heart.

He also saw his name at the end.

"Restore the glory of our ancestors!" the thought grew irrepressibly in his head.

Still unsatisfied, he stretched out his hand to the next family tree.

"The Gaunt Family, Genealogy. ”

At the very beginning, it reads:

It is believed that this is a family formed by the descendants of Salazar Slytherin (the founder of Slytherin House), one of the founders of Hogwarts, but because they stuck to their way of life and refused to intermarry Muggles, they were somewhat thin, and because of their particular attention to luxury and extravagance, even though they were once quite wealthy, their wealth has gradually been depleted by the profligacy of recent generations, and in general, this is a family in decline.

May the glory of Slytherin shine again on Hogwarts!

"Okay. The schoolboy's brow furrowed, he was not interested in the family now, their resumes were mostly a little pale, so to speak, inconspicuous, he could see just by reading between the lines that the family was declining very rapidly, but in the spirit of having a beginning and an end, he decided to continue reading.

I don't know if it was lucky or unlucky, he soon got a surprise.

Probably the last remaining Slytherin descendant -

Tom MarvoloRiddle

December 31, 1926 - present

The last known descendant of Salazar Slytherin.

His mother, Merope Gaunt, tarnished the glory of purebloods and fell in love with a Muggle, and even more ridiculously, she had no charm to attract the Muggle, so she used the dangerous stuff of aphrodisiac to make a handsome Muggle fall in love with her, give birth to Tom Marvolo Riddle, and then die in childbirth.

Tom Riddle grew up in an orphanage in London and showed extraordinary talent from an early age, but his use of magic made his peers fear him...... Things like teleportation, talking to animals, making people unlucky...

Professor Dumbledore led him back on the verge of going astray...... He became a Hogwarts student and was assigned to Slytherin.

In fifth grade, he was awarded the Special Contribution Award for his successful investigation of a murder case that year......

In seventh grade, Tom Riddle was elected president of the boys' student council.......

During his time at the school, he was awarded the Merlin Medal, the Merlin Medal, and now even a symbol of his glory in the Hogwarts Trophy Gallery......

......

After graduating in 1945, Tom Riddle applied to become a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts, but was politely rejected by the then headmaster, Armando Duppert, who then turned down several offers from the Ministry of Magic in favor of the Bockibock antiques shop.

......

Later, due to some accidents, he disappeared for ten years, and his whereabouts are unknown.....

This male student looked at this student's resume enviously, even if he was only mixed-race, but the achievements he got still made him very envious, but the last choices made him a little incomprehensible, if he had so many achievements, he would have entered the Ministry of Magic as an official, who wants to be a handyman in a broken antique shop.

"Maybe only Malfoy can match him. Even so, he looked at the words with envy, thinking of the leader of their academy who had been in the limelight recently.

Just as he was about to close the thin family tree, the black ink turned a blinding bright red, like a poisonous snake writhing its body, and began to transform into letters, and the new sentence was:

Cowards have no right to know the truth.

"I want to see what the truth is. The male student sneered, obviously not believing in his evil, frightened by a book, what are you kidding?

He began to keep turning the pages.

The next page is empty, nothing, just a blank slate.

"I should have thought it was a prank. He shook his head, ready to put the book back in its place, but the words began to appear on the page again: TomMarvoloRiddle

"Well, I'd love to see what tricks you can play. His right hand, which was about to put the book back, paused again.

The bright red letters began to squirm slowly, like disgusting reptiles, which gave him an inexplicable sense of foreboding.

"It's really a low-end transfiguration, and it's still so slow. He forced himself to laugh, and now this scene is still a little weird, which makes him feel chills unconsciously in his heart, but soon he can't even laugh anymore.

The blood-red letters were rearranged into a line.

“IamLordVoldemort！”

When he saw this, his mind exploded, as if a high-pitched and cold laughter had passed by his ears, and with a shake of his hands, the book fell directly to the ground with a dull sound. He himself was still standing there, stunned.

"Fake, right?" he said, looking at the book lying on the ground in disbelief.

The handwriting faded again, and reappeared, starting from the first line, the bewitching red color was particularly dazzling, but it was a little smaller than just now:

Did he disappear, no, he didn't, he created a new name for himself - Voldemort. (To be continued.) )