[Comprehensive British and American] The owner is not good

A half-hidden house in a tangle of trees between two steep hillsides in Little Hangleton, with moss-covered walls, a tiled roof with rafters peeking out here and there, and thick vines growing around the house Nettles, tall nettles up to the windows, which were very small and thick with old grime, and a dead snake nailed to the door.

The black-haired boy and Hannibal were standing in front of the house, and a scruffy man was yelling frantically. His messy hair and dirty clothes showed his financial distress.

Morfin Gaunt looked crazy, his messy black hair couldn't hide his fierce and hateful eyes, Tom Riddle had no doubt that if given the chance, the other party would definitely kill him: "Damn it, you bastard, you and your Like a filthy mother, she should go to hell." The vicious words seemed to be free of money, but it was a pity that it had no effect on the young man.

"Bastard?" Frowning, Tom Riddle asked the terrifying Morfin Gaunt not far away, "Do you know my background?"

Because everyone who saw them along the way couldn't help avoiding them. Originally, they thought they would return without success this time, but they didn't expect to get some information from this lunatic man.

Hearing this, the man showed a weird expression of crying and laughing, and his voice was hoarse like a leaky accordion: "You look exactly like that man, that bitch Merope betrayed me, how could I forget it!"

"Merope?" Tom Riddle whispered the name that might be his mother.He originally thought that he had forgotten about this, but he didn't expect that there would still be a little trouble now.

Hannibal stood not far away with his chest folded, his gray-brown eyes were bottomless, as if he was thinking about something.

At this moment, Morfin Gaunt seemed to be out of his mind. He didn't react when he heard the name Merope. He was spread out in front of the house, his hair was covered with mud, and the original pattern couldn't be seen clearly in the robe like a bed sheet. .

Knowing that he would not ask anything next, the black-haired boy turned around and went down the hillside.

"Where are you going?" A voice came slowly from behind.

Tom Riddle was focused on his way. Hearing the voice, he shifted his gaze to the back and saw a man in a suit following behind him unhurriedly.Seeing that the other party was sent by his master to protect him, the black-haired boy was a little dissatisfied, but he still answered the question honestly.

"In the village."

He seemed to think of something, sneered, and looked down the mountain. There were almost no people in the village: "Since they will avoid my face when they see my face, they must know something, but they just don't want to speak."

As soon as he came in, Tom Riddle felt that something was wrong. When the eyes of the adults he touched saw his face, they flickered at the same time, and then avoided his eyes.His first reaction was that there must be a ghost.

Sure enough, almost as soon as he stepped forward, people would reflexively take a step back, and then look at them with horrified eyes.

"There is no one with the surname Riddle in this village." Hannibal said in a low voice, followed behind the black-haired young man, and followed the latter to look at the village not far away.

It's not that they haven't done their homework. Given the surprisingly good contacts of an unscrupulous shopkeeper, they know a lot about this village, including simple information.

"In the entire village, there is only one big house in the left corner, which is not dilapidated in terms of scale, but the yard is overgrown with weeds, and even the houses next to it are deserted." Walking around the village for a while Turning around, Tom Riddle finally stopped and looked up at the house in front of him.

This is a typical merchant's house in the 19th century. The walls are painted clean with brand-new white mud and the roof is red. It looks like a hut in a fairy tale.

"..."

After observing for a while, Tom Riddle looked into the yard through the gap in the railing, the closed door, the flowers in the garden were in stark contrast to the weeds around him.

"There is no information on sale."

"Looks like you need a little help." Hannibal smiled.

"I know you have Mycroft's number. Although London City is not involved here, I believe he will find a solution." He replied very calmly, ignoring the vague provocation from the other party.I don't know why Tom Riddle always has an inexplicable confidence in this man, and even feels that he is no different from that Mycroft.

It turns out he was right.

Hearing what he said, Hannibal raised his eyebrows, expressing his surprise, and then took out his mobile phone from his arms. The screen showed that the owner of this house was owned by Tom Riddle, and there were even supporting photos. But not the familiar person.

It was a man who had seven or eight parts of the imagination of a black-haired boy.

A brief silence.

Trying to look away from the phone screen, the boy's expression was full of sarcasm. He finally understood the origin of his name and why people in the village would leave when they saw him.

"I think you already understand." Taking back the phone, the man's smile deepened, and when he looked at the black-haired boy, there was an incomprehensible feeling in his gray-brown eyes.

"Where is that man now?" Tom Riddle's eyes were very calm, and he could even be called motionless.

Hannibal seemed very satisfied with his reaction, not only gave the address, but even intimately announced the specific information of each family member: "Tom Riddle, father is Thomas Riddle, mother is Mary Riddle , as a rich man in Little Hangleton, he had two marriages and left here after divorcing his first wife, the most strange thing is that no information about that wife can be found at all."

The same name is a different person, no matter how much the black-haired boy deceived himself, he knew that it was not an accident that he was in the orphanage, and his expression turned cold instantly.

When looking at the house behind him, a red light flashed in his black eyes. He stared at it for a long time, then turned and left.

"Let's go back."

He spoke slowly.

After getting the answer, he has no interest in staying here, he just wants to go back to the small shop in East London, where he has everything he needs.