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Dumbledore continued, "I didn't find much memory of Riddle at Hogwarts, and few people who knew him at the time were willing to talk about him, they were so scared. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"What I know now is that after he left Hogwarts, he had gone to great lengths to find out who could be led to talk, to look up old records, to question Muggles and wizards. ”

"Those who are willing to recall me tell me that Riddle is fascinated by his origins. Of course, this is understandable, he grew up in an orphanage, so it is natural to wonder how he got there. ”

It seems that he had searched for Tom Riddle Sr. in the prize room, in the prefect list of the school's old records, and even in the history of magic books, but found nothing, and was finally forced to admit that his father had never been to Hogwarts. ”

Dumbledore said slowly, "I believe it was then that he abandoned the name and changed his name to Voldemort's, and began to investigate the family history of his mother, whom he had previously despised, and you should remember that he thought that the woman could not have been a wizard since she had succumbed to death, the shameful weakness of humanity." ”

"His only clue was the name 'Mavolo,' which he learned from the orphanage administrator that it was his grandfather's name. ”

After a painstaking search of old books and wizarding families, he finally found one of the remaining Slytherins. In the summer of sixteen, he left the orphanage, to which he had to return every year, to look for his relatives in the Gaunt family. ”

Dumbledore sighed, "There he found Marvolo's son, Morfin. He knew his background from Mo Fen's mouth, and knowing his background obviously would not make him happy. ”

"His mother married a Muggle, was abandoned by the Muggles, and ended up in an orphanage where he died incompetently, which was probably the last thing he wanted to accept in his life. ”

"It was at that time that he killed his father, Old Tom?" George immediately guessed what had happened.

"Yes. Dumbledore nodded.

"Mofin woke up the next morning with a man lying on the ground, the heirloom on his hand, Marvolo's ring missing. Meanwhile, in the village of Little Hangleton, a maid screams and runs down the street, saying that there are three bodies in the living room of the mansion: old Tom Riddle and his parents. ”

"The Muggle authorities certainly couldn't find the cause of their deaths, and the Avada Curse didn't leave any scars. But the Ministry of Magic immediately knew that it was a sorcerer's poisoner. They also knew of a Muggle-hater who lived across the street from Riddle's house, and who had been in prison for assaulting one of the victims in the case. ”

So the Ministry of Magic found Mofen, but it didn't matter how much he interrogated, and he immediately confessed. He provided details known only to the killer and said that he was proud to have killed those Muggles, saying that he had been waiting for this opportunity for years. ”

The wand he handed over was immediately proven to be the murder weapon for the Riddle family, and he did not resist and was obediently taken into Azkaban. ”

The only thing that bothered him was that his father's ring was missing. He's going to kill me. He repeatedly said to his captors, 'I lost his ring, and he will kill me.'" That seemed to be all he had to say next. ”

He spent the rest of his life in Azkaban, mourning the loss of Mavolo's last family heirloom, and was buried next to the prison, along with the other poor people who died in prison. ”

Dumbledore sighed, "He's only sixteen years old, he's only a sixth-year student, and Riddle was already a terrible dark wizard at that time. He possesses the strength and wisdom of an adult wizard, but uses it for the most evil of killings. ”

George shook his head slightly, "Clever memory implantation, even the staff of the Ministry of Magic, it is difficult to distinguish. ”

As you can imagine, Riddle barely hesitated, and he made all the plans in the shortest possible time. Without the slightest hesitation or hesitation, he immediately began to act, which was really terrifying. ”

Riddle's strength at that time may not be surprising, but his determination and action were truly terrifying. Perhaps it only took him a few minutes to decide to kill his father and kill all those who were related to him.

"He knocked his uncle unconscious, took his wand, and went across the valley to the mansion opposite, killing his father, and incidentally his grandparents, and erasing the Riddles. ”

Then he returned to Gaunt's house, implanted the false memory in his uncle's mind, placed his wand beside his unconscious master, took the ancient ring, and walked away. ”

Dumbledore said slowly, "I've been investigating Voldemort's past, and I've found Morfin based on the clues I've found. I visited him in Azkaban, and with great effort, I extracted this memory from his mind with a detrimental mind. ”

"After seeing this, I tried to get Morfin out of Azkaban. But before the Ministry of Magic could make a decision, Morfin died. ”

Dumbledore sighed, "If I wasn't so slow, it was another point that could change everything." With Morfin and that memory, I could send Riddle to Azkaban. ”

"But Morfin is dead, and that memory is no longer enough to prove it, and Voldemort has graduated from Hogwarts, so I don't even have a chance to keep an eye on him." ”

Dumbledore stood up, and he said solemnly, "Now, I need to show you something important, the most important of all the memories I have collected about Voldemort. He will be of great help to us in defeating Voldemort. ”

Dumbledore poured the contents of the small crystal bottle into the stone basin, and after emptying the vial, "Now, we can enter the meditation basin." ”

George and Dumbledore appeared in front of a middle-aged wizard with thick, shiny yellow hair that resembled a mess of thatch. On the top of the wizard's head, there was also a large bald spot, and the ginger beard was also very thick.

The wizard was dressed in an embroidered waistcoat, and the gold buttons on the waistcoat were quite tight. He rested his little feet on a large velvet cushion and half-reclined himself in a comfortable winged armchair, holding a small glass of wine in one hand and picking through a box of candied pineapples in the other.

The wizard was sitting in an office at Hogwarts, and six or seven boys, all fifteen or sixteen, were sitting around Slughorn, all with chairs that were harder or shorter than his.