HP solves the mystery

When daylight dawned, Lucius and others followed Tom's instructions and left the ruins of Gunter's old house.

Faced with Tom's absence all night, Silver chose to turn a blind eye. What he was worried about was how to take off the ring on his hand.

[Don't bother, it has an irremovable charm and a defensive charm on it. It's a good thing. 】 Basilisk glanced at Sifu who was still struggling with the ring during the commercial break on TV.

"So what? I don't like it!" I don't know what he was denying, but Sif's voice was a little irritable.

He looked at his ring finger expressionlessly, thinking about the possibility of cutting it off, taking off the ring, and then putting it back on.

The basilisk hissed twice, just as the commercial was over, it continued to watch the movie.

Sif tried all the methods so far but failed to take off the ring. He could only use the double-sided mirror depressedly to ask Lucius if he had any solution.

"Well, I'm afraid not." Lucius' eyelids twitched as he looked at the familiar ring, "You can't take it off unless the person who cast the spell unlocks it for you."

Sif nodded frustratedly. He could only cast an ignoring spell on the ring and temporarily forget its existence.

Lucius looked at Sif's empty room and thought about Voldemort, who had an ambiguous attitude towards him, and began to worry in his mind.

"That one... hasn't gone back yet..." Lucius smiled appropriately, as long as you ignored his gloating eyes.

It was okay if I didn't say it, but when I mentioned it, Silver became even more angry. He glared at Lucius fiercely and said angrily, "None of your business!"

After saying that, he hung up the double-sided mirror and stopped talking to the noisy Lucius.

Lucius sang a song in a good mood, drank a bottle of glory potion while his wife watched, and then lay down on the bed and fell asleep beautifully.

On the other side, Tom, who had listened to the chatter of the portraits of his ancestors for several hours, pinched his forehead tiredly. He did not expect that the ancestors of Slytherin also had portraits here. Although there were only a few portraits on the wall with characters, it was really It's incredible.

"I just said someone would come!" A middle-aged man wearing a crimson wizard robe said loudly, stroking his beard. He was the one who was swept away by Nagini's tail and almost vomited.

"Oh, Charles, stop talking. If you hadn't said that someone would come in, we wouldn't be trapped here!" A middle-aged woman dressed as a medieval lady and holding a black cat in her hand complained, "Why? So that you can keep your bloodline, otherwise ancestor Salazar will be angry with you..."

Tom sighed deeply. This ancestor of Charles was probably the one who wanted to move the portrait.

"Oh Tom, you look exactly like Ancestor Salazar." Another green-haired witch who came to him through the portrait commented, and her loving gaze made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Thank you, but it's time to talk about business. My companion is still waiting for me outside." Tom replied politely, his voice was not loud, but the noisy portraits stopped talking.

"Oh yes."

"of course."

"That's right, ask me."

Several portraits were quiet for a while and then answered in unison, making the scene noisy again.

In the end, the lady holding the black cat calmed the audience and answered Tom's questions.

When they heard Tom mention the basilisk and the changes in the magical world and the decline of the Gaunt family's bloodline, the faces of the portraits changed.

"No wonder you came now. It turns out it wasn't my method." The wizard wearing a crimson robe said, "What an unfilial descendant! What an unfilial descendant! Oh, by the way, which lineage are you from..."

"do not know."

"..."

The portraits were silent for a while. In fact, they all guessed it. After all, there were no new portraits one hundred and eighty years ago.

The green-haired witch just looked at Tom sadly, while the crow above her head kept chirping.

The witch dressed as a lady was silent for a long time, and finally touched the black cat in her arms and made a decision.

"Follow me." She walked through the blank portraits, guiding Tom toward the deeper secret passage, and finally stopped next to a two-meter-high portrait with only a golden sun painted on it. "Will Your blood stains the sun of this image.”

"But..." Tom hesitated. He had to keep some of the blood he got from the United States, and the body was not considered his body. The substances in it were too messy, and he didn't know what would happen if he applied it.

Seemingly sensing Tom's concerns, the lady pursed her lips and smiled.

"Do you know why the descendants of Slytherin speak Parseltongue? Because the ancestors were possessed by basilisks, those languages ​​​​are imprinted in the soul and body... and will continue with the birth of new life..."

"Don't worry Tom, the soul can't lie."

Tom knew so many secrets today that he didn't know which one to be shocked first. Hearing this, he cut the palm of his hand with his wand and smeared the sun with blood.

Miraculously, the portrait absorbed the blood, and the sun turned black. The entire portrait was covered in black, and then disappeared, gradually turning into a door embedded in the wall.

"Go in, you will get what you want." The lady said with a smile.

Tom nodded at her and stepped in without hesitation.

He walked into a pure white space, except for a very imposing mirror that reached the ceiling and was inlaid with gold rims. The four corners were occupied by ferocious snake heads.

What was reflected in the mirror was not Tom's handsome appearance as a thirteen-year-old boy, but an adult figure with blurred features and a weirdly twisted face like wax, which was still changing, and finally became a white-haired, rickety old man.

"True mirror."

Tom narrowed his eyes and suddenly remembered the cipher text he had seen in the Malfoy and Black families. The rumors could reveal the things that he was avoiding and fearing in his heart.

"Split into pieces." He whispered the spell, and the mirror was shattered, but the next moment his pupils shrank.

The broken mirror quickly split into ten mirrors of the same style that reached directly to the sky guard, and then quickly surrounded Tom in the middle.

Tom looked at the mirror and kept replaying the scene where Dumbledore set fire to the cabinet in his orphanage; the scene where Hogwarts was almost closed because a basilisk accidentally petrified a person; the scene of killing his biological father and his family in Little Hangleton. …

He used a spell to destroy the mirror with an expressionless face, and his red eyes were filled with blood.

The magic power will always be exhausted, but those mirrors are becoming more and more numerous.

Until Tom sat down on the ground exhausted, countless mirrors formed a formation around him, then rotated and emitted dazzling light.

Tom was lifted into the air by an invisible force. He struggled hard, and the satchel he was carrying on his waist was cut open, and all the contents fell out.

[My bloodline, inherit the glory that belongs to Slytherin! 】

Then the space vibrated, and the mirror turned into countless silver-white rays of light and penetrated into Tom's body.

Tom felt a sweetness in his throat, and bright red blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

Drop by drop dripped into the formation that suddenly appeared on the ground. The small blue bottles and small green bottles containing blood were crushed into powder, and the blood outlined countless thin lines in the formation.

I don't know when the portraits of the ancestors appeared on the wall of the pure white space, and someone began to chant in Greek, snake language, elvish and other languages. The golden cup that fell into the formation seemed to feel something, and something similar to the mirror came out. The silvery white light is mixed with a trace of black energy.

The blood in Tom's eyes gradually disappeared, and his red eyes turned back to black. He looked at the portraits on the wall and muttered. He could no longer hold the wand in his hand, and just fell into the formation.

The wand core made of phoenix tail feathers burned, quickly drying up the blood on the formation.

Tom closed his eyes in pain from the burning flames.

An old sigh echoed in the room, followed by endless silence.

This was a very long process, so long that the day turned into night. Nagini ate three wild deer and digested a buffalo, and while swimming around in circles out of boredom, someone finally came out.

Nagini happily swam over and said, "Tom, are we going home?" 】

In its heart, apart from Voldemort's manor, Sif was home.

[Yes, Nagini, let’s go back. 】The man has a handsome face and a slender figure. He is wearing a silver-white robe with black edges and answers indifferently.

Tom touched Nagini's head and said to the portraits, "I will leave a few blank portraits in the manor and you are welcome to come at any time."

The portraits had already discussed this and nodded with satisfaction upon hearing this.

Tom glanced at the portrait that had returned to its original state, with the sun still golden, and frowned slightly.

Under the guidance of the lady, one person and one snake walked out of the secret passage from the shortcut and stood at the edge of the forest.

Tom looked at the empty ruins and began to summon his subordinates with his wand.

Lucius and other people who were branded with the mark felt the pain and burning in their arms, immediately put down what they were doing, and apparated to the place where the Lord was.

In an unnoticed corner, the body of a black cat was left forever in a pure white space.

The Death Eaters who received the summons gathered towards Little Hangleton. They excitedly discussed Voldemort's return with their companions.

Lucius and others, who had known about it for a long time, remained silent and led Parkinson and others to the ruins of Gunter's old house.

When Lucius saw the noble and elegant aura of the tall and tall man wearing a silver wizard robe in the ruins, he knew that the real lord was back.

"My lord." Lucius saluted respectfully, feeling inexplicably afraid.

Tom glanced at Lucius and the others indifferently and nodded slightly.

Lucius's heart skipped a beat when he saw the heterochromatic pupils, one black and one red. He had never seen Voldemort in such a state.

"Put away your petty thoughts." Tom broke through the glances of the people around him, his voice was low and slow, "Go back to the manor, I want to see your results."

For a moment, everyone's body trembled. Some people were excited, while others were scared.

"Yes, my lord." Everyone replied in unison.

Bella was the loudest among them, and she was so excited that even Dolohov glanced at her a few times.

Nagini had long been impatient, but she remembered what Tom had said before and shouted that she wanted to go back and eat the lamb.

The time came one month later.

During this period, Voldemort fired a group of losers and people who fished in troubled waters, and once again established his prestige with powerful magic and bone-cutting.

As for the Ministry of Magic and the Wizengamot, the internal differences were so serious that even if they wanted to take action against Voldemort, they couldn't spare the time.

At this time, the wizarding world knew about Voldemort's return, and the Daily Prophet even published a story about Slytherin's inheritance and whether he had inheritance rights to Hogwarts.

In short, the gossip among the nobles attracted the most attention, and the attention quickly shifted away from Voldemort.

In Voldemort's manor, Lucius took a leisurely walk in the garden. He had never been so leisurely since Voldemort disappeared.

He has been very proud of himself recently. The Lord's return has attracted more people, and the team of Death Eaters has grown even more.

[Tom, why don’t we pick up Herbo and the others? ] Nagini chased the goblin and played for a while, then leaned against Tom's leg and acted coquettishly.

【Who is Haierbo? ] Tom tapped his fingers on the table with a cold expression.

Nagini straightened up after hearing the words, her vertical pupils reflected Tom's black and red eyes. She couldn't believe that Tom would say that.

[He is my playmate, Tom. 】It flicked its tail in displeasure, 【The green snake that I met in the Forbidden Forest. You know. 】

Tom pinched his eyebrows tiredly. After coming out of the Gaunt family's secret room, he always had a headache, but he didn't know the reason. He also asked a doctor to see him, and there was nothing wrong with his body. He was as healthy as he could be.

And he seems to have forgotten some memories, but what important memories can be forgotten?

[Ignore it, I will find you a playmate when the time comes. ] Tom noticed Lucius's arrival, patted Nagini's head and let her play.

Nagini muttered and left, the snake's tail patting the ground.

"Film Festival Celebration...Universal Building..." Lucius watched the leaving White Snake out of the corner of his eye, and said in a steady tone, "Lord, Universal's branch opened in Germany and cut the ribbon. Do you want to attend the Grindelwald family? party invitation?"

When Tom mentioned the surname Grindelwald, he couldn't help but think of the former Dark Lord Gellert and what happened between him and Dumbledore. His head throbbed and hurt again.

"Go, of course." Tom thought of the years he had lost in vain, and he wished he could wake up from the time when he wanted to have a child. Couldn't he just let his subordinates or house elves go?

Tom thought so and looked at Lucius with admiration in his eyes. He was smart to be able to stabilize the situation and implement so many plans after he had been missing for so long.

Lucius was looked at with fury. The last time he was looked at like this was when he used a double-sided mirror to tell Lord Silver the news.

"Lord, are you going to central London?" Lucius believed that Voldemort had taken control of the situation, and there was nothing wrong with bringing people to the manor now.

After all, everyone can see the signs of Voldemort's attitude towards Sif.

Tom heard familiar words, and a blurry picture flashed in his mind. A young man whose face he couldn't see clearly was speaking to him with a camera.

"No." Tom ignored the discomfort in his heart and refused coldly, "Get ready and go to Germany in two days."

Lucius was a little surprised by his cold attitude, but he quickly returned to normal.

"Yes, my lord."

Lucius bowed respectfully and left. It seemed that he overestimated Sif's status in Voldemort's heart.