HP Magic Biography

He believed he was special.

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

Did you know——at that time? Fan Lin asked with a frown. In his eyes, it was obvious that Tom had shown his unknown ferocity since he was very young, and Dumbledore obviously...

Did I know I was meeting the most dangerous Dark wizard ever? said Dumbledore. No, I didn't know he would become what he is. He did, however, intrigue me at the time. I've watched him closely since I got back to Hogwarts, and since I knew then how lonely and helpless he was, I should have done something for him anyway, and now I know I realized that the things I should do are not just for him, but for others as well.

Dumbledore said lightly, His power, as you heard, was already very developed. For such a young wizard, this is very amazing-extremely intriguing and ominous-he has found he found his own way to control them, and began to use them consciously. And as you can see, this is not just the typical young wizard's random experimentation: he has used magic on other people, to intimidate, to punish, To manipulate. The hanging rabbit, and the two boys and girls he lured into the cave, these stories are very thought-provoking... 'I can make them hurt if I want'...

And he's a Parseltongue, Van Lin interjected, this kind of ability is only available to the Slytherin family, isn't it?

Yes, indeed; a rare ability, and one that is very reminiscent of the Dark Arts, but as we know, there are Parseltongues among great and good wizards. In fact, his ability to speak to snakes is not What didn't bother me was his obvious instinct for cruelty, cover-up and control.

Instinct? Fan Lin repeated, and then looked at the scene in the basin thoughtfully. Since childhood, Tom's desire to control has been very strong, which is not a good thing.

Time is playing tricks on us again, Dumbledore pointed to the dark sky outside the window, but before we parted, I would like to remind you of some features in the scene just now, which will be related to our next few meetings. The issues to be discussed are extremely relevant.”

First, I hope you've noticed Riddle's reaction when I mentioned that another person has the same name as him, 'Tom.'

Fan Lin nodded.

“Anything that relatable him to other people, made him ordinary, he was ashamed of. Even then, he wanted to be different, unique, even notorious. Shortly after that conversation In a few years he dropped his name and, as you know, created the 'Voldemort' mask, which he wore for so long.

As I'm sure you've noticed, Tom Riddle was already extremely complacent, secretive, and obviously isolated. He didn't want help and company when he went to Diagon Alley. He would rather act alone. The same is true of Voldemort when he is an adult You will hear many Death Eaters claiming that they are his confidantes and that only they can get close to him, or even know him. But they are deceived. Voldemort never had a friend, and I believe he never wanted to have one .”

And finally—and I hope you're not too sleepy, mind this—tom Riddle was a loot hunter as a kid. You saw that box in his room where he kept things he stole, and those were Snatched from the kids he bullied, all with a particularly unpleasant little magic - let's just say - souvenirs. Remember this little hobby of his, because largely, this It will become very important in the future.”

As we said, the choice of the Horcrux, Professor. Fan Lin nodded, But, where is it hidden? I think...

The ancestral home of the Gaunt family! Dumbledore said hesitantly,

I can only think of it being there, his grandfather Marvolo's ring...

Wait, Professor Dumbledore, you said that Marvolo didn't support Morfin back from Azkaban, but there is no doubt that Morfin finally came out of Azkaban alive, right?

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

So, Morfin... he has been staying at the Gaunt family's ancestral home?

Oh, that's right, and he had a meeting with Tom. Dumbledore said, groping in his arms, and after a while, he took out a small bottle containing a silver thread of memory.

Morfin's memory? Fan Lin looked at Dumbledore incredulously, How did you get it?

Morfin's ghost, said Dumbledore, he chose to leave in the end. In fact, in his opinion, the purity of Slytherin's blood cannot be guaranteed.

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It doesn't make much sense in the world, when I saw him, he was wandering around the cemetery...

what about others?

There is no more. In fact, I am also very surprised that Morfin will choose to give this memory to me.

As Dumbledore said, he opened the cap of the bottle in his hand and poured the memory into the Pensieve.

Needless to say, Dumbledore, Fan Lin was completely immersed in it naturally.

It's still a familiar scene, Little Hangleton's house belonging to Gaunt, but unlike when I came here before, it is no longer as tidy as it used to be.

Maybe it's because no one cleaned up after Mello left. The poor Slytherin family doesn't even have a house-elf. It seems that the Gaunt family has been completely reduced to the dust of history. Gaunt's blood, but in front of the Slytherin family, this is simply a shame.

Morfin looked extremely old. Perhaps it was the experience of Azkaban that left a deep impression on him, or perhaps it was the death of Marvolo that made Morfin feel overwhelmed.

Fan Lin stood opposite and watched quietly, looking at Morfin who was curled up in the chair.

This looks exactly like Voldemort's grandfather Marvolo. Can it be said that they are father and son?

The kettle was rattling on the nearby stove, as if trying to wake up its master to lift him off the stove.

However, this seemed to have disturbed the water surface of Morfin. Fan Lin saw that the kettle exploded with a bang, and then scalding hot water was scattered on the ground.

Boom boom boom... boom boom boom...

There was a rhythmic knock on the door, breaking the cleanliness of Gaunt's ancestral home.

Who? Morfin said impatiently, Get out of here, this is not a place for you to come.

As he said that, Morfin didn't have the slightest intention to get up.

There was a moment of silence outside the door, and then there was a rhythmic knock on the door as usual.

But Morfin didn't bother to pay attention to it. With a finger of his wand, the room immediately became clean.

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

The room fell into dead silence here, and Fan Lin didn't ask, but just waited patiently.

Will Voldemort be shut out?

Just kidding, even if it was Hogwarts, Voldemort would be able to attack directly. Although there was a price to pay, there was no doubt that Van Lin didn't think that Morfin's attitude and magic could stop him.

Not long after, the door creaked open.

Tom Riddle's handsome face appeared at the door. Seeing this scene, Fan Lin couldn't help but sigh.

Obviously Tom is a guy who can rely on his face to make a living, but God endowed him with enough talent, and then let him transform himself into a person who is neither human nor ghost, and even turned into a complete monster later.

That's right, it's a monster. Fan Lin really can't think of any good adjectives for Tom's body.

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

Voldemort, oh no, it should be said that Tom Riddle was standing at the door, his cold eyes scanning the dirty hut, and then he spotted Morfin nestled in the chair.

That old, dirty, middle-aged man who was supposed to be his mother Melo's husband.

Seemingly dissatisfied with Morfin's neglect, Fan Lin saw Tom Riddle tap his hand, and then, the magic under Morfin's cloth was broken.

In an instant, a sound from outside came in, it was the sound of gentle wind and insects.

Damn... Morfin's anger welled up in his heart, You, how dare you...

While speaking, Morfin pulled out his wand, and after a roar, a ray of light went straight to Tom's face. Maybe he hadn't had time to see what Tom looked like, but if Morfin could see clearly, The spell would only be more vicious than the current one.

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

This surprised Fan Lin very much.

Morfin, who was furious, never knew what it means to be lenient, and as the inheritor of the Slytherin family, Fan Lin would never underestimate the power of these people's spells, even if that person looked very bad.

However, Voldemort took it very easily. It can be seen that Voldemort is not much older than him, even...

Tom at the age of fifteen... Dumbledore sighed, He can face a grown wizard...

Fan Lin nodded, but the farce in the room did not continue.

In any case, Morfin is Voldemort's uncle, although Van Lin is very

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I doubt the use of this identity, but Voldemort at this time, it should be said, Tom Riddle at this time has not become that daunting horror monster, at least on the surface, Tom still looks like Hogwarts An excellent student, the most favored student by the professor.

Stop!

There was a sound of screaming, like a poisonous snake holding back.

Parseltongue?

Because of magic, Fan Lin understood what Tom was saying. Although they were not surprised by Parseltongue, it was obvious that Tom's behavior shocked Morfin.

Morfin seemed to have been petrified, and he didn't move any more. His eyes widened, fixed on Tom's face.

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

You will say, you will say that kind of...

Oh, yes, I will. Tom said nonchalantly, It's not difficult.

It's not difficult? You learned it?

Oh, no, that's what I was born with, said Tom, entering the room through the door.

It seemed that he was dissatisfied with the appearance of the house, and then Tom rolled his wand, and the surrounding dust was swept away, and even the fragments of the wine bottles and kettles scattered on the ground were restored to their original appearance. location of existence.

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

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

Who are you? Morfin looked at it for a while, and finally asked the question in his heart.

But Tom didn't intend to answer, but just asked, Where is Marvolo?

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

Dead, Morfin paused slightly, I've been dead for many years, I...

So. Who are you? Tom's eyes became dangerous, as if as long as Morfin's answer didn't satisfy him, he would be merciless...

I am Morfin, Morfin Gaunt...

Gaunt? Tom repeated. Marvolo's son?

Of course. Moffing paused, as if sensing something was wrong, he looked at Tom carefully again, I thought you were some Muggle. You look so much like him, damn it, that Muggles!

Muggle? What Muggle?

It's the Muggle in the town, said Morfin. The Muggle my damned sister is obsessed with is in the big house across the way.

Live in the big house across the way? Tom raised his voice.

Ah, yes, in the big house opposite, my sister who was so stupid that she couldn't be saved, she took Riddle away, and then she definitely used magic, damn it, she's just a squib, but, She got her comeuppance, she married a piece of trash.

What's the meaning?

The man abandoned her and went back to Little Hangleton... Morfin said, then she died there and took my things, Slytherin's locket, she Lost it, damn it, if I find it...

What did you say, what locket?

Slytherin's locket! said Morfin. That bitch, little slut, she's lost the family's honor and dishonored the family, damn it, she...

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

Slytherin's locket...

Voldemort hasn't got him yet...

Not long after, Voldemort turned around and left, but the picture didn't stop, it just fell into a long pause.

What happened? Fan Lin asked, And what did Tom do?

I don't know, but... Dumbledore paused. I think he's going to get rid of himself...

Old Tom Riddle? Fan Lin said in shock, He's going to...

Oh, yes, kill him, there's not much to come of it, Tom hates his name, he's unique, whenever...

But, that's his father...

Muggle father.

Fan Lin was a little confused, so Tom killed his father himself?

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

Just stop here, I don't have any more memories.

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