With a wave of his right hand, Calvin took a copy of the intact "Hangleton Weekly", flipped to the edition that the bookworm said, read it carefully, frowned and asked, "Is there anything strange about a gardener's obituary?" ”

At this time, a high-ranking bookworm walked up to Calvin, who had eaten a lot of books and was already able to talk to wizards. It said, "It's not that we look down on you, Mr. Capet, but most of your energy is focused on the study of magic, and not having this common sense doesn't mean you're an idiot. ”

Calvin really wanted to kill this bookworm single-handedly, but there was really something in people's stomachs.

The old bookworm continued, "Voldemort, whose full name is Tom Marvolo Riddle, his father Tom Riddle Sr. is a resident of Little Hangleton, and Frank Bryce is the gardener of the Riddle family. ”

"Is that so?" Calvin rubbed his jaw, if it was a normal time, the death of such an ordinary person might not have attracted Calvin's attention. But in these extraordinary times, Calvin is reluctant to miss a single possible clue.

He had to see the village of Little Hangleston, alone, not with Blake or Snape, their hatred of Peter would overwhelm their sanity, which was the key to survival in the face of Voldemort.

Calvin put all the bookworms away in a crystal bottle, and put all the newspapers and periodicals that had been eaten by the bookworms in the innermost level of the warehouse. Once everything was packed, Calvin left the newspaper collection.

However, the moment Calvin closed the door, a white and fat bookworm poked its head out of the door, and it froze, Mr. Capet had left me behind. However, it seems like a good thing to stay here!

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After Calvin left the British Library, he apparitioned to Little Hangton in a secluded and uninhabited place. As is customary, Calvin still uses a fake name and a fake identity, and this time, Calvin disguises himself as a passer-by traveler who wants to explore the world's scary haunted houses, and he asks the villagers if there are any houses in the vicinity that adhere to the adventure standard.

"Yes, yes, I know, there's a very horrible house nearby, yes, yes, the one near the hill. The people who lived in that house all died decades ago, and even their gardener died a few weeks ago, I heard they were scared to death. ”

Calvin easily learned some information about Riddle House from the villagers, which made him even more sure of his suspicion that Voldemort, or at least Peter, had been hiding in the abandoned mansion lately.

Calvin stared at the old mansion full of creepers on the barren mountain not far away, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he quietly disappeared into the darkness.

Late at night, Calvin lifted his cloak and approached the old mansion with his legs.

Walking near the old mansion, Calvin saw that the surroundings of the old mansion were covered with a surging glimmer of light caused by protective spells.

Calvin stretched out his right hand, and a few filaments protruded from his palm. After becoming familiar with the frequency of the mana released by his opponent, Calvin changed the mana frequency on the filament, and several filaments first broke a small hole, and then gradually expanded the gap so that Calvin could pass through.

After breaking the three protective spells, Calvin finally reached the door of Riddle House. Calvin saw only a black hallway through the cat's eye on the door, so he gently pushed the door open, and everything was silent except for the "squeak" of the rotten hinge.

Facing the dark hallway, Calvin took out his glorious hand, a small candle light enough to illuminate his feet.

Passing through the dusty hallway, Calvin ascended the staircase through the decaying staircase at the end of the hallway.

Calvin seemed to hear some voices, and the closer he got to the top floor, the clearer he could hear them.

It was a thin, shrill sound, like someone scraping that old-fashioned blackboard with their sharp fingernails, and it tickled all over the body.

In addition to the shrill voice, Calvin heard the voice of another person, constantly currying favor with one person in an extremely flattering tone, followed by the sound of Ding Ling dang long bottles colliding and the flow of thin liquid.

"Give me medicine!" The shrill voice said, "If you sprinkle the potion on me again, I'll keep you a rat for the rest of your life!" ”

Calvin heard the sound of swallowing in his throat, sounding extremely painful. According to Calvin's estimates, it took the man three times to swallow a small bottle of potion in its entirety.

"You say, Lucius is frantically searching for that diary today......" The shrill voice seemed to be talking to someone, but Calvin couldn't make out the person's response.

Calvin put on his special Thestrals glasses and took a few steps closer to the rooftop room, through the not-so-heavy wooden door. I saw the soul inside the door.

There are three souls, one of which is a complete soul, one is a broken soul, and one is a soul fragment.

It seems that it should be the Horcruxes of Voldemort, Peter, and Voldemort, but I didn't expect Voldemort to really make a Horcrux out of a diary.

Calvin's mind raced with the help of the Mind Acceleration Glasses, and he began to simulate the outcome of the battle with Peter, while stroking the correspondence bookmark in his pocket, hesitating to send a message to the other holder of the bookmark.

Calvin pointed his peachwood wand at the door, blue ice squirting from the tip of the wand just waiting for an order from his master.

"There's a guest coming." Said in a shrill voice.

"Boom!"

Blue ice picks burst out and pierced through the wooden door. The next moment, Calvin walked out of the broken wooden door, and his alchemical objects jingled, protecting Calvin and the black trench coat he was holding in a Chimera Rapid.

A magical shield unfurled, blocking Calvin's rapidly firing ice picks and making the room chill.

Calvin finally got a full view of the room.

The room is very old, but not simple, and you can see that the original owner of the room is very particular.

Humpty Peter Peddiru stood behind a chair, which Calvin had expected. But the man sitting in the chair surprised Calvin.

Strictly speaking, Voldemort did not sit in a chair, but was placed on it. He was wrapped in a filthy swaddling cloth, and he himself was like an old baby, nay, a withered, skeletal baby.

There was not a single hair on his body, but instead he was covered in a substance that resembled both scales and mucus, protecting his newfound tender red flesh.

His limbs and neck were thin and soft, as if they were not enough to support his body and head.

His face was a spiky, snake-faced, pale face, no nose, and only a shallow crack in the other places where there should have been holes.

Calvin didn't hide his disgust at all, "Tom, you're so ugly now than I saw you in the orphanage, how did you do this?" ”

Calvin mocked as he calmly looked around, and he saw a large snake coiled in the corner of the room, ten feet long, slowly moving behind Peter, it was clever enough to use Peter as a cover, only to show a snake head on Peter's shoulder, and spit out snake hyacinth regularly.

Calvin could clearly see a fragment of his soul inside the serpent's body.

This surprised Calvin, who had thought that the soul fragment was a Horcrux made from Voldemort's diary, but now Calvin didn't notice the diary, and instead a large snake appeared.

New...... Horcruxes?

Calvin thought to himself, he could tell that the time it took for this soul fragment to be stripped away was very short, no more than a month.

Horcruxes made of living creatures? Calvin didn't know whether Voldemort was too reckless or conceited, using creatures as Horcruxes was much easier to destroy than Ravenclaw's crown.

Calvin shook his head, he had a new appreciation for Voldemort's madness.

"Protect Nagini and go first." Baby Voldemort commanded in a shrill voice.

"Hugh!" A golden bolt of lightning flew out and aimed directly at the head of the snake on Peter's shoulder.

"Dang!" Voldemort struck again to block Calvin's spell, but it made him uncomfortable, and after spitting out a mouthful of blood, he gasped for air and made a sound like a bellows.

Calvin stared at Voldemort and didn't let his guard down because of Voldemort's appearance.

"So, Tom," Calvin examined infant Voldemort to find a little bit of a living characteristic in him, "you're resurrected?" ”

"Almost," Voldemort wiped the red blood from the corner of his mouth with his tiny left arm, "why don't you go after Peter?" ”

The tone between the two sounded like friends they hadn't seen in years.

"There's no need, I miscalculated." Calvin shook his head slightly.

He had thought that the situation in the house was Voldemort, Peter, and a diary possessed by the critter. Voldemort would let Peter break off and run away with his diary. But I didn't expect the situation to turn around, and Voldemort himself stayed behind to break the queen.

What's more, someone outside the house should have stopped them at this time, hoping that Tom will not be angry because of this.

Two doppelgangers came out of Calvin's back, blocking all of Voldemort's paths. Calvin didn't use more restrictive magic, such as anti-apparition, anti-portkey, etc., which didn't make sense to Voldemort.

"You're trying to catch me?" Voldemort said with a hint of excitement, "Where's your mirror?" Why don't you show it to me? ”

"Tom, you don't need this childish trick, it's disrespectful to you to use the same method against you twice. So this time, I'm going to kill you. The three Calvin said at the same time.

"But before that I wonder a little, Tom," Calvin asked calmly, "when did you change your mind when you turned your temper into the queen?" ”

Baby Voldemort giggled, making people listen to the creeps, "Calvin, what are you kidding?" Nothing is more important than my life and strength. Everything you hold dear, your family, your love, your dreams, your faces, your money, are nothing but a puddle of mud in my eyes. Since I stay here, it means that I can give up now, and if you want to kill me, come on. ”

"Tom, you're so down," Calvin sneered, narrowing his eyes, "and you're in this position to think that Peter is a sewer rat so important." ”

"Peter," said Voldemort, a little annoyed at the name, in a shrill voice, "I have never trusted him, his fear of me has beaten his loyalty to me, and I would not have entrusted this to him unless there was no one to use him." ”

"It seems that your dark magic can't solve the problem of the loyalty of your subordinates." Calvin said with a deep sense of sarcasm.

"Dark magic is much deeper than you think," Voldemort said in a sudden tone, as if a professor at school was discussing magic, "Calvin, this month, I have learned about you again, and your research on magic is amazing. You transplanted the magic of Fantastic Beasts. I think you've been exposed to some dark magic, I've seen you use it, and the Dementors' kisses have been copied by you. ”

Voldemort said seriously, and Calvin even thought he was attending a meeting.

"I think the two of us can join forces and continue our research on the path of magic, and to tell you the truth, I'm tired of the fun-free goal of ruling the wizarding world. You should know that this is just a goal imposed on me by the pure-blood family, and I would prefer to study magic in a school. ”

One of Calvins looked up at his watch, "Tom, how long is your deceptive lie going to last, are you finished?" I'll send you on your way when I'm done. ”

"Don't worry, don't worry, my friend, that's what makes you inferior to Dumbledore, he's more patient than you......" Voldemort was still trying to comfort Calvin.

Calvin was unmoved, just said disdainfully, "Tom, do you still have the face to mention Dumbledore?" Your dark magic is nothing more than a Muggle juggler trick in his eyes. He has great power, but he knows he should use it sparingly. ”

"Dumbledore!" Voldemort's thin fists clenched, "You really think he's a good guy, don't you think he's taking advantage of you?" He's just a cowardly escapist who doesn't use his strength, what's the difference between him and a stupid pig. ”

Voldemort sneered and stared at one of Calvin, "I think he's old enough." ”

"It's you who paints the lake!" Calvin stared at Voldemort with burning eyes and retorted loudly, "You're too rotten. What age is it, and I still want to divide the level by bloodline, and blood is the weakest bond to maintain the rank. ”

Voldemort's crack-like eyes suddenly widened, and his facial features were distorted as if he had seen the funniest joke in the world, "I see, I see, I thought you were also brainwashed by Dumbledore, it turned out that you were crazier than me." Hahaha, Dumbledore will regret it. ”

After a burst of laughter, Voldemort said, "That's wonderful, Calvin might be allies in the future!" ”

After saying that, Voldemort pointed an old wand to himself, "Blazing! He burned himself to death in the flames, and his geist fled again.