From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

Calvin waved his right hand and took out a intact copy of "Hangleton Weekly". He turned to the page that the bookworm mentioned, read it carefully, frowned and asked, "What's so strange about a gardener's obituary?" Place?"

At this time, a higher-status bookworm walked up to Calvin. It had eaten many books and could already have a conversation with the wizard.It said: "Mr. Capet, it's not that we look down on you. Most of your energy is focused on magic research. The lack of common sense does not mean that you are a fool."

Calvin really wanted to kill this bookworm with one hand, but he really had something in his belly.

The old bookworm continued: "Voldemort's 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 chin. If it were normal, the death of such an ordinary person might not attract Calvin's attention.But in this special period, Calvin is unwilling to miss any possible clue.

He had to see the village of Little Hangleton, alone, not with Black or Snape. Their hatred for Peter would overwhelm their sanity, and in the face of Voldemort, sanity was the key to survival.

Calvin collected all the bookworms and put them in crystal bottles, and put all the newspapers and periodicals that had been eaten by the bookworms in the innermost layer of the warehouse.After everything was packed up, Calvin left the newspaper collection.

However, the moment Calvin closed the door, a fat and white bookworm poked its head towards the door. It was stunned. How could Mr. Capet have left me behind?However, it seems good to stay here!

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After Calvin left the British Library, he apparated to Little Hangleton in a secluded and uninhabited place.As usual, Calvin still uses a false name and identity. This time, Calvin pretends to be a passerby and wants to explore the scary haunted houses in the world. He asks the villagers if there are any houses nearby that meet the criteria of adventure.

"Yes, yes, I know. There is a very scary house nearby. Yes, yes, it's the one near the mountain. The people who lived in that house all died decades ago, even their family members The gardener also died a few weeks ago, I heard he was frightened to death.”

Calvin easily learned some information about Riddle House from the villagers, which made him more certain of his suspicion - Voldemort, or at least Peter, has been hiding in this abandoned old mansion recently.

Calvin stared at the old house full of wall-creepers on the barren hill not far away, narrowed his eyes slightly, and quietly disappeared into the darkness.

It was late at night before Calvin lifted his cloak and approached the old house on his legs.

After walking near the old house, Calvin saw clearly that the surroundings of the old house were covered with a faint glow caused by protective spells.

This didn't bother Calvin. He stretched out his right hand, and several filaments protruded from his palm.After getting familiar with the frequency of magic released by his opponent, Calvin changed the frequency of magic on the filaments. Several filaments first broke a small opening, and then gradually expanded the gap, allowing Calvin to pass through.

In this way, the three protective spells were broken, and Calvin finally walked to the door of Riddle House.Calvin saw only a dark corridor through the peephole on the door, so he gently opened the door. Except for the "squeaking" sound of the rotten hinges, everything was quiet.

Calvin faced the dark corridor and took out the Hand of Glory. The small candlelight was enough to illuminate his feet.

Walking through the dusty corridor, Calvin climbed up the rotten stairs at the end of the corridor.

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

It was a high-pitched and somewhat harsh sound, like someone scratching an old-fashioned blackboard with sharp nails, which made people feel itchy all over.

In addition to the sharp voice, Calvin also heard another person's voice, using an extremely flattering tone to please one person, followed by the sound of clinking bottles and the sound of liquid flowing.

"Give me the potion!" said the sharp voice, "If you spill the potion on me again, I will make you a mouse for the rest of your life!"

Calvin heard a swallowing sound in his throat that sounded extremely painful.According to Calvin's estimation, it took the man three times to swallow a small bottle of magic potion.

"You said, today Lucius is frantically looking for that diary..." The high-pitched voice seemed to be talking to someone, but Calvin couldn't hear the person's response clearly.

Calvin put on the special Thestral glasses and took a few steps closer to the room on the top of the building, looking through the not-so-thick wooden door.See clearly the soul inside the door.

There are three souls in total, one is a complete soul, one is a broken soul, and the other is a soul fragment.

It seems that it should be the Horcrux of Voldemort, Peter and Voldemort. Unexpectedly, Voldemort actually used the diary to make the Horcrux.

Calvin's thoughts were running rapidly with the blessing of the thinking accelerating glasses, and he began to simulate the outcome of the battle with Peter. At the same time, he stroked the communication bookmark in his pocket, hesitating whether to send a message to the other holder of the bookmark.

Calvin pointed the mahogany wand at the door, and blue ice shards kept spitting out from the tip of the wand, just waiting for the master's command.

"We have guests," said the sharp voice.

"boom!"

Blue ice picks burst out and penetrated the wooden door directly.The next moment, Calvin walked out of the broken wooden door, with alchemical items jingling all over his body, protecting Calvin and the black windbreaker he made with Chimera Skin.

A magic shield unfolded, blocking Calvin's rapidly firing ice cones and making the whole room feel chilly.

Calvin finally took in the full view of the room.

The room is extremely old, but not shabby. It can be seen that the original owner of the room was very particular.

The squat Peter Pedillo stood behind a chair, as Calvin had expected.But the person sitting in the chair surprised Calvin.

Technically Voldemort was not sitting on a chair; he was placed on a chair.He was wrapped in a dirty swaddling clothes, and he looked like an old baby, no, a dry, skeleton-like baby.

There was no hair on his body. Instead, he was covered in a substance that looked like scales and mucus, protecting his newly grown red flesh.

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

His face was a pointed snake face, pale and green, without a nose, and where there should be holes there were only shallow cracks.

Calvin did not hide his disgust at all, "Tom, you are much uglier now than when I saw you in the orphanage. How did you end up like this?"

Calvin scoffed while calmly observing the surroundings. He saw a big snake coiled in the corner of the room, ten feet long, slowly moving behind Peter. It was very smart and knew to use Peter as a cover for itself. Only a snake head was exposed on Peter's shoulder, spitting out snake letters regularly.

Calvin clearly saw a piece of soul fragment in the body of the big snake.

This surprised Calvin. He originally thought that the soul fragment was a Horcrux made from Voldemort's diary, but now Calvin didn't notice the diary, but instead a big snake appeared.

New... Horcrux?

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

Actually using living creatures as Horcruxes?Calvin didn't know whether Voldemort was too reckless or too conceited. He used creatures as Horcruxes, which could be destroyed much more easily than Ravenclaw's diadem.

Calvin shook his head, having a new understanding of Voldemort's madness.

"Protect Nagini and go first." Baby Voldemort ordered in a high-pitched voice.

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

"Dang!" Voldemort once again blocked Calvin's spell, but this made him feel very uncomfortable. After vomiting a mouthful of blood, he gasped for air, making a sound like a broken bellows.

Calvin stared at Voldemort, not letting his guard down because of Voldemort's appearance.

"So, Tom," Calvin looked at the baby Voldemort, trying to find some of the characteristics of a living person in him, "you are resurrected?"

"Not even close," 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 who had not seen each other for many years.

"It's not necessary, I made a miscalculation." Calvin shook his head gently.

He originally thought that the situation in the room was Voldemort, Peter, and a diary possessed by small animals.Voldemort will let Peter break up and escape with the diary.But unexpectedly, the situation was reversed, and Voldemort personally stayed to break up the aftermath.

What's more, someone should have intercepted them outside the house at this time. I hope Tom won't be angry about this.

Two clones came out from behind Calvin, blocking all of Voldemort's paths.Calvin did not use more restrictive magic, such as anti-Apparition, anti-portkey, etc., which made no sense to Voldemort.

"You actually want to catch me?" Voldemort said with a little excitement, "Where is your mirror? Why don't you take it out and show it to me?"

"Tom, you don't need such childish methods. Using the same method to deal with you twice is disrespectful to you. So this time, I will kill you." The three Calvins said at the same time.

"But before that, I'm a little curious, Tom," Calvin asked calmly, "You actually went to the rear in person. When did you change your temper?"

Baby Voldemort chuckled, making people's hair stand on end, "Calvin, are you kidding me. Nothing is more important than my life and power. Everything you hold dear, family, love, dreams, looks, money, In my eyes, it's just a puddle of mud. Since I stay here, it means that I can be discarded now. If you want to kill me, come here."

"Tom, you are really in trouble," Calvin narrowed his eyes and mocked, "You actually think that Peter, a rat in the sewer, is so important, and that's the way you are."

"Peter," Voldemort said in a high-pitched voice, somewhat sullenly, "I never trusted him. His fear of me outweighed his loyalty to me. If no one could use him, I would not give him this name." Leave it to him."

"It seems that your black magic cannot solve the loyalty problem of your subordinates." Calvin said with a strong sense of ridicule.

"Dark magic is far deeper than you think," Voldemort suddenly changed his tone, as if a professor in the school was discussing magic, "Calvin, this month, I have learned about you again, your research on magic. It's amazing. You transplanted the magic of magical animals. I think you should have been exposed to some dark magic. I saw you use it, and you copied the Dementor's kiss."

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

"I think the two of us can join forces and continue to study on the path of magic. To tell you the truth, I am tired of the joyless goal of ruling the magic world. You should know that this is just a pure-blood family imposed on me. My goal is to study magic in a school."

One of them, Calvin, raised his hand and looked at his watch, "Tom, how long are you going to continue this deceptive lie? Are you done? I'll send you on your way."

"Don't worry, don't worry, my friend, this is where you are inferior to Dumbledore. He is more patient than you..." Voldemort was still trying to comfort Calvin.

Calvin was unmoved and just said disdainfully: "Tom, do you still have the nerve to mention Dumbledore? In his eyes, your dark magic is just a Muggle juggling trick. He has great power, but he knows that he It should be used with caution.”

"Dumbledore!" Voldemort clenched his weak fists. "Do you really think he is a good person? Don't you think he is using you? He is just a cowardly shunner who has no power but doesn't use it. This is the same as What's the difference between stupid pigs."

Voldemort sneered and stared at one of Calvin, "I think he is old and confused."

"You are the one who is confused!" Calvin stared at Voldemort with scorching eyes and retorted loudly, "You are too decadent. In what age are you still thinking about dividing levels by blood, which is the weakest link to maintain levels."

Voldemort's slit-like eyes suddenly widened, and his facial features were distorted as if he had seen the funniest joke in the world. "I see, that's it. I originally thought you were also brainwashed by Dumbledore. It turns out, it turns out you are better than me. Still crazy. Hahaha, Dumbledore will regret it."

After a burst of laughter, Voldemort said, "It's really wonderful. Calvin, maybe we will become allies in the future!"

After saying that, Voldemort pointed an old wand at himself and said: "Fire is raging!" He burned himself to death under the fire, and his wandering soul escaped again.