Countess' lover

Gaunt's old house, which had been silent for a long time, ushered in a new guest, two people who apparated, and the space was distorted for a moment.When Kaizi came to this place hand in hand with Mr. Riddle, it was really hard for her to imagine that this would be the residence of the descendants of Slytherin.

They stopped between two steep hills, and the church and cemetery were clearly visible.Gaunt House is a house half hidden among the tangle of trees.The walls were covered with moss, and many of the roof tiles had fallen off, showing here and there the rafters within.Nettles grew thickly all around the house, tall up to the windows, which were very small and thick with old grime, and a dead snake was nailed to the door.

Casey used several times to clean it up with disgust, but felt a little sad in her heart.One of the founders of Hogwarts, how brilliant Slytherin was once, but what is it like now?It's no wonder that Mr. Riddle wants to pursue immortality and strength so much.

"Is this your home?" Casey asked Mr. Riddle deliberately pretending to be unclear, "It's hard to imagine that there are no house-elves?"

Mr. Riddle's arm wrapped around Casey's waist very naturally, completely ignoring Casey's stiffness. "Gaunt's old house, the descendants of Slytherin. As for the house elves, there used to be, but now they are gone with the death of the last direct owner."

There was an inexplicable smile on his lips, and Kathy understood him almost instantly.Isn't the last direct owner his uncle?How did that poor man die?Mr. Riddle in front of her killed the grandparents' family with his wand, modified the memory, and was sent to Azkaban.Will the Dark Lord allow a house-elf to survive who might see the truth?

Mr. Riddle looked at Casey's expression, and his smile deepened, "Tsk, it seems that my Miss Adler has already guessed it. Are you afraid?"

Casey rolled her eyes, "You've already done the things that scare me more."

"Really?" Mr. Riddle reached out and stroked her hair, which was as smooth as fine silk. "Are you really afraid of that? But I clearly remember you screaming loudly."

"You're not bad either." Casey raised her eyebrows without any embarrassment.

"Okay, smart Miss Adler, guess what I'm looking for?"

This is a question without too much technical content. If Casey is a real person of this era, she may really not know, but unfortunately she is not. "What fraction of your...?"

Isn't she talking nonsense, isn't a split soul and Horcrux a fraction of a man?Although that fraction is a bit small.

Mr. Riddle smiled unfathomably and continued walking inside with Casey without saying a word.

If the layers of dust are ignored, the old house still retains the luxury and simplicity of the ancient aristocrats, full of mystery and darkness.There were several large photo frames crookedly hung on the wall, and Kathy boldly guessed that they might have been the heirs of the reserved and proud Slytherin.But now, there is only dilapidation left here.

Mr. Riddle led Casey to a place like a study. There was a ring on the long and narrow wooden table. Casey knew that it was probably the second Horcrux of the Dark Lord, and the main material was a resurrection stone.

"Try it?" Mr. Riddle gave Kathy a push, pointing to the ring.He didn't have any special expression, but Casey still hesitated.If there is no problem with her memory, she remembered that the future headmaster Dumbledore's entire arm was ruined because of this ring, and he only had one year of life under Snape's potion.

"Me?" Kathy was a little worried, and Mr. Riddle stroked her hair again, as if he wanted to comfort her with a smile.

"Believe me."

If it weren't for this situation where he knew he was going to die, this sentence would still be very touching.It's a pity, even though he knew that this sentence was not very reliable, facing the man's handsome face and firm tone, Casey still couldn't help but believe it.

She approached the ring, reaching out cautiously to touch it.A black flame suddenly sprang up and rushed to her arm. Although it was a flame, it didn't look hot, but it was so cold that it made people shiver—as if the soul was being burned.

Accompanied by this feeling, a huge picture scroll seemed to emerge in front of Casey's eyes, no, not just a picture scroll, specifically, it was like being there.She saw herself in her previous life, lying bored in the library, thinking about what to eat for dinner.Then at home, parents and a younger brother.

Casey hadn't thought about that for many years, not really wanting to, but daring to think about it.She saw herself disappearing from that painting, but it was innocuous to her parents, as if she never existed.That was what she was most afraid of, in another world, without her home, without her.

"No..." Casey pinched his palms hard, that's not true.

As if knowing what Casey was thinking, the picture suddenly changed and became extraordinarily empty.There was an empty yard, and a gloomy old-fashioned building surrounded by high railings.Many children were playing in shabby clothes, and several surrounded a lady they called Mrs. Cole.

There was only one boy, curled up alone on one side.He looked at everything around him with those big eyes, with hatred and sarcasm in his eyes.Two boys deliberately kept a distance from him, and threw the stones in their hands at the boy in the corner.

The stone was not small, and it was hit very accurately. If it really hit someone, it would definitely be bloody.Casey felt a little unbearable, even inexplicably worried.

The boy suddenly raised his head, his eyes seemed to see Casey through the air, strange and mysterious.The stone suddenly stopped in the air for a moment, and fell straight to the boy's feet.Kathy saw the haze in his eyes, even a hint of bloody red.

It's Mr. Riddle!That's right, the great Dark Lord was abandoned by his mother at the gate of the orphanage since he was born. He was rejected and bullied by the children in the orphanage because of his talent as a wizard. At the same time, he also developed a distorted and hazy personality.

Seeing this scene, the two boys who threw the stone screamed and ran away. Mrs. Cole who came to hear the news tightly protected the two boys, and pointed her disgusted eyes at Little Tom unceremoniously.

"It's you Tom again! Go back to your room!"

Little Tom got up from the ground. His clothes were probably the most ragged among all the children, but both his clothes and his hair were well groomed.His gaze was completely different from the indifference, or hatred, of ordinary children. "I didn't throw the stone. The only thing I did wrong was that I didn't obediently stick my head out and throw it at them."

He even shrugged his shoulders and turned around with a crisp movement.Mrs. Cole was silent for a while, and called to Tom Little. Kathy thought she would apologize, but she did not.

"We're not preparing your dinner tonight."

A simple sentence did not stop Little Tom's footsteps, as if he had already guessed the result.However, Kathy saw that his hands in the sleeves had already been tightly clenched into fists, trembling slightly.No matter how bad he grew up and how devastated he was, for such a boy, Kathy couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

She followed Little Tom into the room, an extremely damp and narrow place, with a bed, a large wardrobe, and nothing superfluous.

Little Tom opened the closet, and there was a half tarnished harmonica in it.The young boy was playing with the harmonica, and his expression was surprisingly similar to the current Dark Lord.

The picture changed again, still in the orphanage.Kathy saw the two boys who were bullying little Tom, and there were more of them this time.They surrounded young Mr. Riddle and threw things at him from time to time.

"Who are you waiting for, little monster? Your parents?"

"Come on! He never saw them."

"Oh, who is that? Maybe, a limp little snake?"

Hearing the snake, Mr. Riddle finally raised his head.The things thrown at him were bounced off by the invisible barrier, and he looked at the people around him with colder eyes than before, like a snake facing its prey.

"Where is she?"

Little Tom bent his body, and his small body made people feel distressed.He used "she" instead of "it," and Kathy guessed that might be Nagini now.

"Yeah, where is it - I suggest you go to the kitchen, maybe the snake will like the kitchen mouse haha..."

"But I remember the kitchen mice had been eaten by little monsters."

"Oh God! Our little monster has been reduced to fighting pets for food."

"Shall we help him, then? With these—" said the talking boy, and hurled something hard at Little Tom, which wouldn't be a good thing now.

These kids are really annoying!Casey never thought that one day she would hate children so much, even if they were typical handsome young ladies.Needless to say, standing there was the future Dark Lord, a descendant of Slytherin, even if it was any ordinary person.It is difficult to grow up healthily in such an environment, no wonder there will be a Dark Lord.

Little Tom fought back of course, he was very angry, his little face was flushed with anger, and his nails were about to dig into his flesh. "You will regret it, for sure."

Little Tom retrieved his snake, a small one that could barely wrap around his wrist twice, and the pattern was similar to the current Nagini.The difference is that this little snake is dead.

Maybe that was the only friend young Mr. Riddle had, not even wisdom, just a little snake.Yet even such a little fellow died because of him.He called the little snake "she", and he really regarded her as a friend—the only friend.

On the day his only friend left, little Tom started a crazy revenge.He used the magic that he couldn't fully control to destroy the murderer's most cherished things. The most bloody thing was that he strangled the child's pet rabbit with a rope in front of the child.

A tooth for a tooth, blood for blood.No one is born bad, and specific environments can shape people's different personalities. Casey can't agree with what the Dark Lord is doing now, but can be fierce about what he is doing now.Even, she felt pity and felt distressed...