The holidays are fast coming.

Tom had to pack his suitcase and go back to "home", the Wood Orphanage, the only place he had ever lived in the Muggle world.

This time, however, instead of going to the orphanage, he came to Little Hangletonshire. He mixed up the polyjuice decoction and changed his appearance, a polite and easy-going foreign young man, who planned to settle in Little Hangleston so he asked everywhere about the matter.

Now is not the time for the harvest, and during the winter day, the peasant women chat in the sun and are very enthusiastic to gossip with him.

"My only concern is that I've heard that there's a horrible madman in town."

"Oh yes, it's the Gaunt family, poor as a vagabond and talking about what kind of nobleman he is, I don't know how Mr. Riddle fell in love with the madwoman of that family in the first place......"

In the disdainful language of the peasant women, Tom learns where the Gaunt family is.

Through the darkness of the night, he put on a black wizard's cloak and came there, on a hillside far from most of the inhabitants, there were no aristocratic manors, only a dilapidated wooden house, and in the open space outside were some broken furniture or empty cans.

Before he could knock, the door opened on its own, and a scruffy middle-aged man was dressed in a tattered black robe. The thick hair was tangled in a thick layer of dirt, and the original color was no longer recognizable. A few teeth fell out of his mouth, and two small black eyes stared in two opposite directions.

"Aurors? I haven't done anything to Muggles, you Ministry of Magic ......"

The moonlight came in from outside the house, and Tom, who had his back to the light, couldn't see his face clearly, he took off the hood on his head, and the sloppy middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed.

By this time, the effects of the polyjuice decoction had passed, and Tom was his own appearance.

The man looked at his expression of disgust and disdain, and his tone became a little cold, and said, "Tom Riddle, it's hard to imagine that you will come, damn what Merope has taken a fancy to you." As he spoke, the wand was clenched in his hand, and he seemed to have mistaken someone.

A flash of displeasure flashed in Tom's eyes, Merope, Merope Gaunt.

It's her mother.

The scruffy man in front of him, who looked a little crazy, was his uncle, Morfin Gaunt.

The pure-blooded Gaunt family used to be wealthy, but their profligate character has long since exhausted their wealth, and other pure-blood nobles look down on the Gaunt family, Gaunt is unwilling to intermarry with Muggles in order to maintain pure blood, and inbreeding has led to the Gaunt family being a bit neurotic in the later period, irritable, stubborn, ruthless, and has many shortcomings in appearance.

Neither Merope nor Mofin are good-looking, one could even say a little ugly.

Tom didn't care about any affection, he waved his wand, and all the cabinets in the dilapidated hut were opened, and the contents flew out.

A black gemstone ring, an heirloom of the Gaunt family, no one in the Gaunt family took it for sale, no matter how difficult life was.

"Wizard?" Morfin clenched his wand in surprise and suddenly laughed loudly, "It's you, the bastard born to Merope and Riddle!" You're a wizard, ha, a squib and a Muggle-born wizard, no different from the Mudbloods. The look of disgust and disdain was the same as the Slytherin students at school looking at the Mudbloods.

He never thought he would be the one to be ridiculed, and his mother was the most dishonorable Squib among wizards.

Squibs refer to the fact that the children born to two wizards do not know magic, and although they are still wizards, they are even more pathetic than mudbloods.