"He believes he's special. ”

"Yes, Riddle was more than happy to believe that he was—in his words—'special,'" Dumbledore said.

"You know what—at the time?" asked Van Lin, frowning, and in his eyes, it was clear that Tom had shown his unknown ferocity from a very young age, and Dumbledore was clearly ......

"Did I know I was the most dangerous Dark wizard I had ever seen?" said Dumbledore, "No, I didn't know he would become what he is. However, he did pique my interest at the time. Since returning to Hogwarts, I have been keeping an eye on him, and now that I knew he was so lonely and helpless, I should have done something for him anyway, and now I have realized that I should be doing things not only for him, but for others as well. ”

Dumbledore said faintly, "His powers, as you can hear, were already well developed at the time, and for such a young wizard, it was very amazing—extremely intriguing and ominous—that he had discovered that he had a way to control them, and had begun to use them consciously. And as you can see, this is not just the typical young wizard's kind of casual experimentation: he has used magic on other people, to intimidate, to punish, to manipulate. The story of the hanged rabbit and the two boys and girls he lured into the cave are thought-provoking...... 'If I want, I can hurt them'......"

"And he's a parseltongue," Van Lin interjected, "and that's something only the Slytherin have, right?"

"Yes, it is, a rare ability, and one that is easily reminiscent of the Dark Arts, but as we know, great and good wizards have a Parseltongue in them. Actually, I was not disturbed by his ability to talk to snakes, but by his obvious instinct for cruelty, disguise, and control. ”

"Instinct?" Van Lin repeated, and then looked at the scene in the basin thoughtfully, Tom's desire to control was very strong since he was a child, and this was not a good thing.

"Time is playing tricks on us again," Dumbledore pointed to the dark sky outside the window, "but I'd like to draw your attention to some of the features of that scene that have a lot to do with what we'll be discussing in our next few meetings." ”

"First of all, I hope you've noticed Riddle's reaction when I mention that there is another person who has the same name as him, 'Tom'. ”

Van Lin nodded.

"Anything that could make him relate to others, to make him ordinary, he was ashamed of it. Even then, he wanted to be different, unique, or even notorious from others. Within a few short years of that conversation, he ditched his name and, as you know, created the mask 'Voldemort', which he wore for so long. ”

"I'm sure you've noticed that Tom Riddle was already extremely complacent, secretive, and visibly isolated. He doesn't want to help and accompany him when he goes to Diagon Alley. He would rather act alone. The same is true of Voldemort as an adult. You'll hear many Death Eaters claim that they are his cronies and that only they can approach him and even know him. But they were deceived. Voldemort never had a friend, and I'm sure he never wanted to have one. ”

"And in the end—I hope you're not too sleepy, pay attention to this—Tom Riddle as a kid loved to collect loot. You see the box hidden in his room, which was used to store the items he had stolen, stolen from the children he had bullied, and which were souvenirs with a particularly unpleasant little magic, so to speak. Remember this little hobby, because for a large part, this will become important in the future. ”

"As we said, the choice of Horcruxes, Professor. Van Lin nodded, "But where is that hidden?" I think ......."

"The ancestral home of the Gaunt family!" Dumbledore hesitated, "I can only think of it there, ...... his grandfather Marvolo's ring"

"Wait, Professor Dumbledore, you said that Marvolo didn't make it until Morfin came back from Azkaban, but, there's no doubt that Morfin made it out of Azkaban alive, right?"

"Those charges are not enough to sentence a wizard to death. ”

"So, Mophenta...... He's been staying at the Gaunt family's ancestral home?"

"Oh, yes, and besides, he's got a meeting with Tom. Dumbledore said, groping with his hand in his arms, and after a while he pulled out a small bottle containing a silver thread of memory.

"Morfin's memories?" Van Lin looked at Dumbledore in disbelief, "How did you get it?"

"The ghost of Morfin. Dumbledore said, "In the end he chose to leave, in fact, in his opinion, there was no guarantee of the purity of the Slytherin bloodline, and there was not much point in lingering, and he had been wandering the graveyard when I met him......"

"What about the others?"

"Nothing more, in fact, I was surprised that Mofen would choose to give me this memory. ”

Dumbledore said, opening the cap of the bottle in his hand and pouring his memories into the meditation basin.

Needless to say, Dumbledore didn't need to say anything, and naturally, Van Lin was immersed in it.

It's still a familiar scene, little Hangdon's house belongs to Gaunt, but unlike when he came before, it is no longer as tidy as it used to be.

Maybe it's because no one cleaned up after Merlot's departure, the poor Slytherin family doesn't even have a house elf, it seems that the Gaunt family has completely reduced to the dust of history, even if Voldemort has Merlot Gaunt's blood in his body, but in front of the Slytherin family, this is simply a shame.

Mofen looked extremely old, perhaps because of Azkaban's experience, or maybe it was the death of Mavolo that made Mofen feel painful.

Van Lin stood across from him and watched quietly, looking at Morfen who was huddled in his chair.

In this way, the son is the same as Voldemort's grandfather Marvolo, can it be said that it is not a loss of father and son?

The kettle rattled on the nearby stove, as if trying to wake up his master to lift him off the fire.

However, this seemed to disturb the surface of the molten water, and Van Lin saw the kettle explode with a thud, and the hot water scattered to the ground.

"Knock knock...... Knock knock knock ......"

A rhythmic knock on the door was heard, shattering the cleanliness of the Gaunt ancestral home.

"Who?" said Morfin, with some impatience, "get out of here, this is not the place for you to come. ”

As he spoke, Mo Fen didn't mean to get up in the slightest.

There was silence for a moment, and then a rhythmic knock was heard.

However, Morfen didn't bother to pay attention to it, and pointed at it with his wand, and the room suddenly became clean.

However, through the slight vibration of the door panel, Van Lin could still feel that there were still people outside.

The room fell silent, and Van Lin didn't ask, just waited patiently.

Will Voldemort be turned away?

Just kidding, even if it was Hogwarts, Voldemort could come in directly, although it would cost him, but there was no doubt that Van Lin didn't think that Morfin's attitude and magic could stop him.

In a few moments, the door creaked open.

Tom Riddle's handsome face appeared at the door, and seeing this scene, Van Lin couldn't help but sigh a little.

Obviously, Tom is a guy who can eat with his face, but on the contrary, God gave him enough talent, and then let him transform himself into a person who is not a human or a ghost, and even a complete monster later.

Yes, it's a monster, Van Lin really can't think of any good adjectives like Tom's body.

Ever since he put on Voldemort's mask, everything has become like this.

Voldemort, oh no, Tom Riddle stood in the doorway, his cold eyes scanning the filthy cabin, and then, he spotted Morfen nestled in a chair.

The dirty middle-aged man who was old, the man who was supposed to be the husband of his mother Merlot.

Seemingly dissatisfied with Morfin's neglect, Van Lin saw Tom Riddle use his hand, and then, the magic laid by Morfen was broken.

In an instant, a sound came from outside, the sound of the wind and insects.

"Damn it......" Mofen's anger surged into his heart, "You, how dare you ......"

As he spoke, Morfen drew his wand, and after a roar, a ray of light went straight into Tom's face, perhaps before he could see what Tom looked like, but if Morfen could see it, the spell would only be more vicious than it was now.

Van Lin looked at Voldemort, and he just pulled out his wand, and Morfin's spell was invisible.

This surprised Van Lin very much.

The furious Morfins never knew what it meant to be merciful, and as the inheritor of the Slytherin bloodline, Van Lin would never underestimate the power of these people's spells, even if they looked terrible.

However, Voldemort took it very easily, and it was obvious that Voldemort was not much older than him, and even ......

"Fifteen-year-old Tom ......," Dumbledore lamented, "he can face a grown wizard head-on......"

Van Lin nodded, but the farce in the room didn't continue.

In any case, Morfin is Voldemort's uncle, although Van Lin is very suspicious of the use of this identity, but at this time, Voldemort, it should be said that Tom Riddle at this time has not yet become the formidable horror monster, at least in terms of face, Tom is still like an excellent student of Hogwarts, the most favored student of the professor.

"Stop!"

A sound came from Siha, like a poisonous snake enduring the side.

Parseltongue?

Because of the magic, Van Lin understood what Tom was saying, and although they weren't surprised by the Parseltongue, it was clear that Tom's actions shocked Morfin.

It was as if he had been petrified, and he didn't move. His eyes widened and he stared at Tom's face.

This face made him very uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but ......

"You'll say, you'll say that kind of ......"

"Oh yes, I will. Tom said disapprehantly, "It's not that hard. ”

"Isn't it difficult?

"Oh no, it's something I was born with. Tom said and walked through the doorway.

Seemingly unhappy with the appearance of the room, Tom rolled up his wand, and the dust around him was swept away, and even the fragments of wine bottles and kettles scattered on the floor were restored to their rightful place.

"What are you doing?" said Morfin, furious, as if to punish Tom.

But Tom's calm appearance made him hold back alive, and he just nestled back in his chair and stared angrily at Tom's movements.

"Who are you?" Mo Fen looked at for a moment, and finally asked the question in his heart.

But Tom didn't bother to answer, just asked, "Where is Marvolo?"

Tom's eyes were cold, and he glanced at Morfin, then focused his gaze on Morfin's hand.

"It's dead," Morfen paused, "I've been dead for years, I'm ......"

"So. Who are you?" Tom's eyes turned dangerous, as if he would be merciless if Morfen's answer did not satisfy him......

"I'm Mofen, Mofen Gaunt......"

"Gaunt?" repeated Tom, "Marvolo's son?"

"Of course. Morfen paused, as if sensing something was wrong, and he looked at Tom again, "I thought you were a Muggle." You look so much like him, damn it, that Muggle!"

"Muggles, what Muggles?"

"It's that Muggle in the town," said Morfin, "and my damn sister is hooked on a Muggle, in the big mansion across the street." ”

"Live in the big mansion across the street?" Tom raised his voice.

"Ah, yes, in the big mansion opposite, my hopelessly stupid sister, she took Riddle away, and then, she absolutely used magic, damn it, she's just a squib, but she's retributed, she's married to a piece of trash. ”

"What do you mean?"

"The man abandoned her and went back to Little Hang......ethon on his own," said Morfin, "and she didn't know she died there, and took my things, the Slytherin locket, and she lost it, damn it, if I found it......"

"What did you say, what locket?"

"Slytherin's locket!" Morfen said, "that slut, little slut, she's lost the glory of the family and disgraced it, damn it, she's ......"

Riddle didn't say a word, just quietly watched the old madman who was supposed to be his uncle vent.

Slytherin's Locket ......

Voldemort hasn't gotten him yet......

After a while, Voldemort turned and left, but the image did not stop, but fell into a long pause.

"What happened?" asked Van Lin, "and what else did Tom do?"

"I don't know, but ......," Dumbledore paused. "I think he's going to solve his own ......"

"Old Tom Riddle?" said Van Lin in shock, "he's going to ......"

"Oh yes, kill him, it doesn't have much to do, Tom hates his name, he's unique, whenever he ......"

"But that's his father......"

"Muggle father. ”

Van Lin was a little dazed, so, Tom killed his own father with his own hands?

"In fact, this is the confession of Morfin at the Ministry of Magic, not only Tom Riddle Sr., but also his maternal grandparents, of course, these are all confessions of Morfin, admitting to murder, and then ......"

"That's it, I don't have any more memories. ”