"Morfin, it's not a good choice to provoke me." Tom wanted to know something about the Slytherin locket from Morfin, and he had a plan.

"Oh, are you threatening me, you bastard? Hahahaha, drill the heart and cut the bones! ”

"Except for your weapons." As soon as Morfin raised his wand, Tom cast a spell.

The wand flew from Morfin's hand, and his unbridled laughter came to an abrupt end.

Tom sneered, and his wand pointed at Morfin again: "Drill the heart and cut the bones!" ”

He recited the incantation over and over again, looking at Mo Fen in pain as if his soul was torn apart, and he only sneered indifferently.

It was as if countless thorns had shattered the bones, leaving Morfin's heart only to die, but the pain made him unable to control his actions, he could only be dominated by pain, and if the spell did not stop, he would be freed until he went mad or died.

"Kill me...... Kill me! ”

"Of course not. Drill the heart and cut the bones! ”

Tom watched indifferently as his uncle's eyes rolled and he lost his lustre, and he had convulsions and other symptoms.

He stopped the spell and said, "I'll give you some time to think about where the Slytherin locket is." ”

Trembling, Morfin couldn't answer the question at this time, and he didn't even have the courage to pick up his wand.

Tom picked up the wand on the ground, the coldness in his eyes deepened, and he left the cabin with it.

Morfin's heart was full of resentment and fear, but there was a hint of crazy joy, this bastard, no matter what, is also the blood of Gaunt, he is also the heir of Slytherin, so vicious, so decisive, he will definitely leave a heavy mark in the history of magic, haha, hahahaha!

After leaving the cabin, Tom headed to Riddle House.

Riddle is a local squire and has a great reputation here, but what people talk about most is Mr. Riddle's elopement with the homeless man's daughter, who is ugly and poor, how can Mr. Riddle take a fancy to her?

The manor looked empty in the night, the candles at the door flickered slightly, and the shadow of the maid sewing clothes could be seen in the side windows.

The lights in the hall are exceptionally bright, and people are serving dinner.

An uninvited guest knocked on the door.

The butler opened the door and saw a man in a black cloak standing outside.

"Excuse me, who are you?" The butler asked suspiciously, only to see the other party raise his hand and point a slender wooden stick at him.

Hearing the other party say something he didn't understand, there was a burst of green light in front of him, and he died.

"Avada suo."

After the butler fell to the ground, the people in the hall couldn't help but panic.

"Who is it?" Someone had already removed the shotgun from the wall, the black barrel pointed at Tom.

Only a handsome middle-aged man sat at the dining table and did not move, he looked in the direction of the door in horror, as if he was reminded of some bad memories, but he couldn't remember what memories were, only knew that there was a very painful torture, as if he was a crazy man, and he also had such a slender wooden stick in his hand.

The man with the shotgun had no chance to pull the trigger, and with the sound of the killing curse, the green light took another life.

Unrelated people died one by one.

Tom walked slowly towards his father, they were really similar, except for the signs of more mature age that could be seen on Tom Sr.'s face, they were almost the same person.

With Tom's recent arrival, the face under the cloak also became clear.

Old Tom was stunned for a moment, but soon replaced by disgust, as if he was about to vomit, and pronounced a name viciously.

"Merope."

A woman he never loved.