[HP] Comparative

Soon, Tom was back at King's Cross Station.There was still a train going to Northallerton at this moment, but after thinking for a while, he didn't get on the train, but flew from the side wall to the roof.

The night in London was very comfortable, with a steady stream of vehicles, but no Muggle noticed that they were being looked down upon.Tom looked at the situation below for a while, walked to a relatively quiet corner, and sat down cross-legged.

Gregorovich's presence in Germany meant that the search for the Elder Wand had to cross the English Channel.It was a long way, but nothing compared to the transatlantic crossing required to get Slytherin's own wand.

Plus, he was so comfortable with his own wand that he wanted the other two just for more power.However, assuming Ollivander was telling the truth—he saw no sign of the old craftsman lying—

The Elder Wand, then, may differ most from the rest only in that it is not loyal to a particular wizard; it follows the scales of victory.

And if it can't 100% ensure the victory of the current owner, it means that it loses the most attractive part.

Tom highly doubts that, given the choice between the Elder Wand and the Slytherin's wand, the latter might suit him better.After all, Slytherin's blood in the United States can only listen to Parseltongue from the beginning, and his descendants are even mixed with Muggle blood. It is completely impossible to awaken the core made of basilisk horn; but he can.

Thinking of this, Tom made up his mind.He stood up and shot an invisible and colorless spell upward.But for a moment, the air crackled softly, and the straw-haired man Apparated beside him.

Barty Crouch Jr. realized he was standing on the roof of King's Cross station before he hit the ground. "Could it be that you changed your mind?" He suddenly beamed with joy, "I just said, I can apparate you..."

"It's another thing," Tom interrupted calmly. "I need you to go to Gregorovitch."

"...Grigorovich?" The expression on Crouch's face showed that he didn't understand why the man's name came out of Tom's mouth at all, "I heard from Karkaroff that he has retired. "

Tom knew that the two of them knew each other and wasn't surprised at the moment. "He has..." He paused halfway, then corrected himself, "There may be something."

"What is it?" Little Crouch was still confused.

"The fabled Elder Wand."

Just one sentence, but little Crouch almost jumped up in surprise. "How is it possible?" He lost his voice, "Does that thing really exist? Can Gregovich get it? Oh, I'm not doubting your news—" After reacting, he quickly made up for it, " But I never heard Grigorovitch was good at dueling or anything!"

"So I said, it's possible." Tom replied quickly, "If word of him getting the Elder Wand could reach Britain, others would have found him."

Now little Crouch came back. "You want to know the next wizard after him. It's easy." He looked at the eastern sky and asked with certainty, "Whatever I want to do?"

"Veritaserum, Imperius, as long as you can ask, you can use whatever you want." Tom replied without blinking, "Remember to sweep the tail."

None of the methods he enumerated were legal or compliant, but Crouch Jr. responded with even greater excitement and enthusiasm.He clapped his hands vigorously, "That's even easier!"

**

The next day, when the bell rang for the first train to the north, Tom jumped straight from the steel and glass roof of King's Cross Station.He precisely controlled his strength to ensure that he landed on an empty seat after crossing the top of the train.The clever space confusion spell can easily make him invisible to all passing Muggles, and he just took this opportunity to observe the scenery outside the car all the way——

Apparation was limited to places the wizard himself had been, which was why Crouch Jr. wanted to take him; but once he took a ride, he wouldn't need anyone in the future.

It takes just over two hours to travel from London to Northallerton.Tom got himself something to eat from the packed dining car - completely unnoticed by the conductor, of course - and began to think again.

It will take several days for little Crouch to go to Germany.Only when the other party came back with news could he make further adjustments to his plan to find the Elder Wand.In addition, the Invisibility Cloak is definitely in Harry's hands, and it is very likely that Marvolo and Morfin know the whereabouts of the Resurrection Stone.After all, not long after Harry had told him about the twin wands, he had already established from old books and wizarding families that his Slytherin and Peverell bloodlines were all down to the Gaunt lineage.

Old magical things are indeed fascinating.Tom is more than happy to take the trouble to collect them.The only problem was that, even if he could finally get all three together, he couldn't see how they would allow one to conquer death.

Perhaps this too is an exaggerated part of the legend?

Or maybe, you will only know if you have three Deathly Hallows at the same time?

Tom couldn't judge right now.After all, even if they could, they wouldn't be all that appealing to him.He prefers to work alone; if he really has to rely on something to obtain immortality, it may be easier to use alchemy to make the Philosopher's Stone...

Of course, what he most wanted to do was what he was doing right now—

Find Marvolo and Morfin and ask what happened that year;

A few people may be killed, but those people should be honored, because their death will not be wasted;

It was impossible to expect Harry to be as concerned about his life as he was, he had to plug that hole himself...

Tom could well imagine how the Gryffindor boys would be furious if they found out what he had done.But by then, it was a foregone conclusion, and no matter how angry Harry was, nothing would change it.

The two of them will be more bonded than ever...no one will be able to kill either of them...not even Dumbledore...

With dangerous thoughts in his head that could be sentenced to several Azkabans for life, Tom arrived near the wooden sign indicating the direction of Great Hangleton and Little Hangleton before sunset.This place is very remote, and young Muggles like to go to the big cities.He walked all the way down the slope to the gap in the hedge without meeting a soul.

The Gunters' little house is still where Ogden marked it.To be honest, it was almost completely blocked by the inflated nettles, and the windows could not be seen; the roof tiles were gone, and the whole house was crumbling.If there is any sign that there are still people living inside, it can only be a few dried snakes nailed to the wooden door and still shaking slightly.

Tom didn't have many requirements for the residence, but the dilapidated scene in front of him still made him frowned in disgust.He paused for half a second, then strode over and pushed open the door.As a result, the inside was even dirtier than the outside, and a sour smell of wine mixed with the smell of dirt accumulated over the years rushed to the face.

Had it not been for Tom's good eyesight, he might not have noticed that the sack-like thing in the armchair was a person.Even if he didn't see it, he couldn't blame him, because the man's hair and beard had grown to cover his entire face.

"Marvolo? Or Morfin?" he asked softly.

The person on the chair moved and knocked over two empty wine bottles next to him. "You...you?!" He seemed to have finally recognized Tom with the setting sun, "How dare you come here?!" He stood up unsteadily, holding his wand and dagger tightly, and was about to Pounce on the door.

"Stop!" Tom snapped.

The volume of the words was finally loud enough for the drunk to distinguish the hiss.He stopped so abruptly that he bumped into the corner of the table and tripped over more bottles on the floor. "You...can say that kind of thing?"

"Yes, I will." Tom ignored the dirt on the floor and stepped straight into the house.The door closed behind him, and the only light in the room now was a half candle at the foot of the armchair. "Who are you?"

"Of course it's Morfin," the alcoholic's cloudy eyes slowly followed the tall boy's movements, "Marvolo has been dead for many years, hasn't he?"

"Who did you think I was just now?" asked Tom again.His eyes turned around the piles of rusted pots, thick cobwebs, and layers of filth on the countertop, and then fell back on Morfin.

"Riddle, that Muggle who lives in the big house across the way," said Morfin, who seemed a little more conscious now, "but he's old, isn't he? I remember..." He suddenly became agitated, arms He gestured wildly, "He's a bastard, he abandoned my sister! My sister deserves it too, married to trash!"

When he lowered his arm out of breath, a golden light flashed across his fingers.

There is no need to ask more, Tom has already understood the ins and outs of the whole thing.Morfin was already a little unsteady from drinking, and both hands were on the edge of the table.The golden light was reflected by a thick gold ring worn on it; a diamond-shaped black gemstone was inlaid on its top, and there seemed to be lines in the gemstone that had been seen somewhere.

Morfin didn't see where Tom was looking. "And grab our stuff, before she runs away! Where's the locket? Where's the Slytherin's locket?" He was angry again, brandishing the short knife.

Tom wasn't going to listen to any more nonsense.Before long, a red spell shot from the tip of the yew wand, hitting Morfin in the blink of an eye.The drunkard fell to the ground with a bang, easily removed the ring, and took a closer look.

There is indeed a pattern inside, a triangle inside a circle and a vertical line; but if you look carefully, you will find that the vertical line is uneven in thickness and the bottom is swollen——

Like a wand handle.

Great, the black gem is the legendary soul-returning stone, and it doesn't take much effort to get it.

Tom put the gold ring on his hand without hesitation, bent down and picked up Morfin's wand that had fallen beside him, and went out the door.He sincerely hoped that the Riddle Mansion in Morfin's mouth would be more conspicuous, so as to save him a lot of trouble.

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