Hogwarts: This Dark Lord is so evil

"Bastard!" The dark wizard no longer believed Morfin's words.

He forcefully threw Morfin to the ground, then grabbed old Tom next to him and held him in front of himself.

At this moment, he just wanted to leave here quickly, even if there were still many places in the Riddle Manor that hadn't been searched…

Anyway, they had already looted a lot of valuable things, so this trip wasn't a waste.

They had to leave, there was a wizard who could use the Killing Curse hiding in the dark! He didn't want to die!

When the other dark wizards saw his actions, they immediately used the Levitation Charm to levitate the housekeeper, Augustus, who was lying on the ground, half-dead, and two old men next to him, and held them in front of themselves.

Since this wizard was a relative of this Muggle family, as long as they caught these Muggles, he would probably be afraid to use the Killing Curse.

The other two who didn't get a position picked up the chairs next to them as shields…

In their opinion, as long as the other party didn't dare to use the Killing Curse, then even if he was hiding in the dark, they wouldn't be afraid.

After all, there were so many of them, and the other party seemed to be only one person!

"How do we get down?" someone asked.

At this time, they were on the second floor, but the stairs and half of the floor had been blown away.

Moreover, because they were carrying hostages, they didn't dare to Apparate.

When wizards Apparate, there are flaws when they materialize.

Not to mention, they had to Apparate with these unconscious Muggles.

"There's a flower bed below! We'll take turns guarding and jump down!"

"Okay… The guards must be careful! Those who jump down have no defense!"

After these wizards finished speaking, half of them stayed on the second floor, levitating some furniture with the Levitation Charm, ready to throw it out at any time to help their companions resist the Killing Curse.

The other half grabbed the hostages, used the Levitation Charm on their clothes, and floated lightly into the flower bed outside.

To their surprise, the wizard hiding in the dark didn't attack such a good opportunity?

It seemed that these Muggles were still very important to that wizard!

The dark wizards understood this and tightly grabbed the Riddles, refusing to let go.

They walked out of the flower bed and onto the road not far away with trepidation.

After walking for a while, the other party still hadn't attacked. These dark wizards couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Just as they began to suspect that the other party had left, or was hiding somewhere ambushing them.

Suddenly, they found two or three small metal balls rolling out from the side of the road…

"Silver balls? Why didn't we see them just now…" A wizard wanted to pick it up and take a look.

"Wait! Something's wrong…" Another wizard suddenly shouted.

How could such incongruous things appear on the road for no reason!

"Puff, puff, puff…"

Before they could react, the balls exploded.

The gas overflowing from inside instantly filled the area!

"Thump, thump…"

In just one second, the dark wizards fell to the ground one after another, unconscious.

Behind a tree next to him, Tom lifted his Invisibility Cloak and walked out.

"Whirlwind Sweep…"

A breeze swept away the remaining gas from the scene.

Then Tom walked over indifferently.

"You think you can withstand a sleeping draught that even the elite wizard supremacists can't withstand?"

Tom glanced at them disdainfully, then his eyes fell on his relatives lying on the ground again, and a trace of complex expression flashed in his eyes.

This disaster was brought about by him…

If he hadn't offended Morfin, he wouldn't have brought so many cruel dark wizards to attack the Riddle family, and so many people wouldn't have died…

That is to say, he was the culprit of this disaster.

After they wake up, he may have to say goodbye to them.

Tom knew very well that anyone would find it difficult to forgive the culprit after experiencing such a disaster…

What's more, it was the Riddle family, who were already prejudiced against wizards.

It seems that the changes they had made to wizards with great difficulty may completely disappear after tonight.

Is this dream about family ties finally coming to an end?

Tom checked the condition of the Riddles slightly.

He found that they were still alive, perhaps because the dark wizards wanted to keep their lives to force them to ask where the money was hidden.

Or perhaps, Morfin wanted to keep their lives and torture them properly…

In any case, these unlucky Muggles were fortunate enough to save their lives.

Tom sighed and looked at his father, old Tom, again.

He slowly squatted down and quietly looked at the middle-aged man in front of him who looked extremely similar to him, but looked too old.

After a while, he took out a bottle from his pocket and smeared the stinky ointment inside under old Tom's nose.

Compared to the others, old Tom's injury should be the lightest. Tom planned to wake him up, and after finishing some finishing touches, he would leave the Riddle family from now on…

Old Tom groaned painfully and slowly woke up.

First, he saw Tom squatting in front of him, and then he saw the dark wizards lying scattered behind him.

"You… did you solve them all?"

"Yes." Tom responded.

"Them… your grandparents, are they still alive?"

"Still alive... I'll send a letter to the Ministry of Magic later, and someone will send them to St. Mungo's... Hmm, that's the wizarding hospital, and you have to go too. The Muggle doctors can't heal the injuries you have... After that... I'll leave..."

Old Tom's eyes flickered when he heard this. "You're... leaving? Do you mean it the way I think you do? Like... never coming back?"

"Yes... never coming back. I think you should know that they came because of me, and those people... you could say they died because of me too. I know you won't forgive me... I can't possibly stay."

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"Do you think we're such ignorant people?" Old Tom said with a wry smile, barely supporting himself. "You wizards... are always so high and mighty, thinking those of us who can't do magic are stupid and clumsy, but what's the difference between us, except that we don't have your strange abilities?"

Tom looked at Old Tom in confusion, not knowing why he was saying all this.

"We may not be able to do magic, but we're still normal people... We're not stupid!" Old Tom said excitedly. "Why do you think you, a fellow victim, are guilty? Did you think that when disaster strikes, we'd be the kind of fools who blame our own family members who are also victims? Don't you think that's unfair?"

Tom frowned, "But, I..."

"Very regretful, very guilty, right?" Old Tom said with a wry smile, "When I first escaped back, I thought so too, and that thought lasted for many years... Regret, guilt... Regretting drinking the water your mother handed me, regretting losing the courage to live up to my father's expectations... But I'm also a victim... What did I do wrong? I..."

Tom sighed, "Let's talk about these things later. You need to rest... and they need treatment."

Old Tom gasped for breath, and with Tom's support, barely managed to stand up.

The reason he was so tough tonight was because the emotions he had suppressed for so many years had erupted after being tortured by Morfin.

Fear and suppression to the extreme is anger...

Old Tom took a deep breath, "Child... I want to say..."

Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he pushed Tom, who was in front of him, aside!

Tom felt very puzzled.

But when he regained his footing and wanted to question Old Tom, he saw a cloud of blood mist erupt from Old Tom's body!

Tom stared wide-eyed as Old Tom slowly fell down...

At this moment, by the broken window on the second floor, Morfin Gaunt was holding his wand with his only remaining left hand, leaning against the broken window and laughing maniacally.

Tom clenched his wand, and a huge emotion, hard to say whether it was anger or sadness, suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart!

"Die!"

Tom waved his wand in the direction of Morfin, this time, he didn't even say the incantation...

"Whoosh!"

The wand cut through the air, making a sharp crackling sound.

Then a faint black ripple flew out from the tip of the wand, fleeting in an instant!

"Bang!"

On the windowsill, Morfin Gaunt's laughter suddenly disappeared.

Then, a huge crack slowly appeared on the windowsill next to him...

At the same time, a red line also appeared on Morfin's neck...

The next second, his head fell to the ground... Accompanied by half of the windowsill being cut off, making a huge roar...

This was the most powerful spell Tom had cast since learning Sectumsempra!

However, the effect of this powerful spell rarely failed to attract Tom's attention.

Ignoring the situation there, he slowly turned his head and looked at Old Tom on the ground.

Perhaps because Morfin was too badly injured, this time the splitting curse did not exert its full power.

Therefore, Old Tom did not die on the spot.

However, Old Tom was not in a good state either.

Several wounds were so deep that the bone was visible, and his upper body was almost split open!

Tom squatted down, looked at the miserable Old Tom in front of him, his mind blank.

Then, he mechanically started taking things out of his pocket...

Dittany... Healing potion...

Tom mechanically applied these medicines to Old Tom's body.

However, the gushing blood washed away the Dittany, greatly reducing its effect, and Old Tom was constantly spitting blood from his mouth, unable to drink the healing potion at all...

"Heal! Heal!"

Tom held the wand with his blood-stained hand, trembling as he aimed the spell at Old Tom's wound.

However, his healing spells could only be used to treat some superficial wounds, and were simply a drop in the bucket for such serious injuries...

Perhaps the Dittany had an effect, or perhaps some of the healing potion had finally been poured in.

Old Tom finally stopped spitting blood, but the way he gradually regained his spirit made Tom feel increasingly uneasy...

"Tom... Before, your grandfather asked me to name your owl, and I thought for a long time but didn't know what name to give it... But now, I have an idea, what do you say, should that owl be called 'Newborn'? Only a new life can see hope... I thought I was about to usher in a new life..."