The Mofin in front of him was completely different from the last time Harry saw him in his memory, and if he hadn't said his name himself, Harry wouldn't have imagined that this down-and-out man would be Mofin.

"Marvolo's son?" Young Voldemort raised an eyebrow and asked.

"Of course." Morfin reached out and ruffled the hair that was in front of him, trying to get a better view of Voldemort.

On his hand, the black gemstone ring is very conspicuous.

"I thought you were the Muggle, you were very much like that."

"Which Muggle?"

"The one my sister likes, lives in the big house across the street. You look like he was younger......" Morfin shook his head, holding his hand on the table to make it a little better.

The long decadent life has made his health very bad, and he did get up faster just now.

"He's back, you know......" Muffin lowered his head, his voice a little muffled, but before Voldemort could speak, Muffin seemed to be crazy, waving his wand and knife in his hand, and shouted, "He abandoned my sister!" My sister deserves to be married to a trash! ”

"She also robbed us of our stuff before she ran away! Slytherin's Locket! Locket! ”

"Shame on us! Shame on the Gaunt family! ”

Mo Finn cursed angrily, and this memory also came to an abrupt end here, and the surroundings suddenly turned into darkness. Harry was about to be questioned when Dumbledore pulled him away from his memory.

"What about the back?" As soon as he got back to his office, Harry asked hurriedly.

"Morfin refuses to remember what happened next." Dumbledore pulled the memory out of the meditation basin and put it back in the bottle, saying, "But I can talk about the rest of the story......

"The next day he woke up alone on the ground, and he had lost Mavolo's ring."

"At the same time, there was a murder in the big house opposite them, where Tom Riddle Sr. lived, and Tom Sr. and his family were killed, and he and his parents ......"

"This case is still unclosed for Muggles, and they don't know how the Riddles died. This is normal, and people who have been killed by the death curse do not leave a trace...... However, the Ministry of Magic knew that it was the wizard's doing, and immediately found the most suspicious Mofen. ”

"When they met Morfin, Morfin confessed, and did not use the truth potion or the Regent at all. He says a lot of details that only the killer will know, and with the confirmation of the flashback spell, his wand is the murder weapon that killed the Riddles...... So, the case was closed, and Morfin was taken to Azkaban, where he spent the rest of his life. ”

"Was Voldemort the man he killed with his wand?" Harry asked.

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded, "Although there is no direct evidence to prove this, there is no need for any evidence. ”

"Voldemort knocked Morfin unconscious, took his wand and Marvolo's ring, and went to kill the Muggle who had abandoned his mother, erasing the entire Riddle family. When he returned to Gaunt's house after all of this, he used a complex spell to transplant a false memory to Morfin and return his wand. ”

"Isn't there anyone looking into it? Those guys from the Ministry of Magic? Harry said with a frown, as if he was holding a grit for Morfin.

"Unfortunately, no." Dumbledore shook his head, "Morfin has a criminal record and confesses to the 'crime'. And I have to admit that Voldemort's magic was so ingenious that most people couldn't see through it. ”

"Later, in my quest for Voldemort's past, I visited Morfin in the weeks leading up to his death. I finally got this memory, and after reading it, I wanted to get him out of Azkaban, but I ......"

"Just what, sir?"

"It's just that I was a step too late, and before the Ministry of Magic could make a decision, he died, and his bones were buried next to the prison, just like the other prisoners who died in Azkaban."

"Oh, that's something the Ministry of Magic can do." Harry sneered, mocking in his tone. That's the impression that the Ministry of Magic gave him, and it didn't seem to change in decades.

It doesn't matter who sits in the minister's seat.

Dumbledore didn't comment on this, just opened another bottle and poured the memories into the meditation basin. The process was not as smooth as before, and the memory was a little congealed, like spoiled milk.

"Remember what I said at the beginning? It's the most important memory......" Dumbledore said, reaching out and taking Harry's hand, and together they dipped their faces into the meditation basin, and in a split second, they landed in front of one of them.

This time, Harry recognized the man at a glance, it was the much younger Professor Slughorn. His hair was thick and shiny, his ginger beard was neatly trimmed, and he didn't have that oversized belly.

But it can also be seen that the buttons of his belly clothes are crumbling tightly.

Slughorn was sitting in an armchair in his office, a small glass of wine in his hand, and six or seven boys gathered around him. Harry recognized Voldemort at a glance, he was the most handsome and the most relaxed.

Moreover, the ring of Marvolo on his hand is really very conspicuous.

They were chatting, and the boys were saying something flattering to Slughorn, much to his delight. But suddenly, a white mist filled the entire office, and the boys didn't notice it.

Harry didn't know what this meant and wanted to ask Dumbledore, only to find that his attention was entirely focused on the scene in front of him. As soon as he turned around, the scene in front of him happened to change.

"Oh my God, is the time?" The little golden clock on Slughorn's desk rang, and the hands pointed to eleven o'clock. He got up from his chair and said, "The children should go, or we'll be in trouble." ”

He went to the door and opened it, and the children went out one by one. Voldemort was left last, and it could be seen that he did it on purpose.

"Hurry up, Tom, you're a prefect, you don't want to be caught you're out after the lights go out......"

"Sir, I would like to ask something." Voldemort said.

"Then ask quickly, ...... kid"

"Sir, I would like to ask if you know...... Horcruxes? ”

At this time, the strange white mist came again. Harry couldn't see Slughorn or Voldemort, and as he had done last time, Dumbledore was still focused on the impenetrable white mist.

This time, the white mist disappeared a little slowly, and it took a while for Slughorn's voice to sound.

"I don't know anything about Horcruxes! Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you! ”

"Get out! Don't let me hear you mention this again! ”

As soon as Slughorn finished speaking, darkness plunged into them, and in the blink of an eye they were back in the headmaster's office.

It ended in a hurry, and Harry was even more dazed, he thought it was a very detailed and very long memory, otherwise how could it be "the most important"?

He couldn't help asking:

"That's it?"