[HP] Comparative

The Riddle House certainly lived up to Tom's expectations.As soon as he got around the main road, he raised his eyes and saw a large house with exquisite style on the opposite hillside, surrounded by a large green grassland.No other house in the village, including the church, can compare with it at all.

It was dinner time, and the smoke from cooking in the valley was curling up, and there were lights in the windows of several families.Tom walked briskly—still no one on the road, not even a curious Muggle—but for a moment he was close enough to see the gate of the house.

Tom stopped temporarily under the fir tree on the side of the road, and looked around the terrain back and forth.

The village of Little Hangleton is located between two steep mountains, and the Riddle House is the tallest building in the village.In other words, if he went in through the main entrance, who would see Bao Buqi.The invisibility spell is feasible, and passing through walls is also possible, but he feels that such a difficult spell is far beyond Morfin's ability.

There is an easier and safer way, after all, this kind of house cannot have only one door...

Tom looked further back.Not far from the Riddle Mansion, there is a dilapidated log cabin.Outside, a limping man was bent over the fields—a gardener, perhaps—with a pipe in his mouth, sparks flickering in the fading sky.

If the Riddle House had a back door, it must be in that direction.Impatient to wait for a Muggle, and not wanting to make a big noise, Tom shook his wand and let the wind extinguish the pipe.

The man stopped and slammed the pipe on the stone, but it didn't work.He tried to light it with a match again, but the flame was also blown out by the wind.The unexplainable bad luck made him curse under his breath, and reluctantly dragged his bad leg back to the cabin.

This is exactly what Tom wants to see.He emerged from the shadow of the trees and climbed the hill nimbly.The Riddle House did have a back door, and it was locked tightly.But a Muggle lock was of no use to a wizard; he pointed with his wand and the bolt popped of its own accord.

Tom got in immediately and pushed the door behind him.Before the lock was fully reset, he heard an old woman's voice criticizing harshly: "...Why did I hear there seemed to be movement at the back door? Didn't I tell Frank several times, don't let him dirty Come into the house?"

Judging by the distance of her voice, the old woman's ears are really good.

"Indeed," replied the other man, "I'll go and see, mother." His tone sounded gloating, "If Frank has to be deducted from his salary this week, he won't even have the cheapest tobacco. I can't smoke anymore."

It didn't sound like his father's family were very nice, Tom twitched his lips emotionlessly.He walked down the hallway, not deliberately lowering his voice again.

On the other end, the sound of the man's footsteps was gradually approaching, and the distance between the two shortened rapidly.

"...strange," Tom heard the other mumbling in bewilderment, "Frank? You're not limping today?" He sneered inwardly, raising Morfin's wand before turning the corner in the corridor—

In the next second, the two sides met face to face.Tom could tell at a glance that the fat man in his 40s in front of him was exactly the one he was looking for—although the man was older, but if his eyes were better, and the wrinkles and loose skin around the eyes were excluded, he could find the facial features and He himself was carved out of a mold.

Like Tom, old Tom Riddle easily recognized the boy in front of him. "You're not Frank, you're..." He stared at Tom in shock, his eyes fell, and he slowly recognized that the wooden stick in the boy's hand belonged to the lunatic Gaunt across the valley.Thinking of what happened after being pointed at by Morfin last time, his feet suddenly became weak, and he staggered back.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle." Tom said his full name coldly, and approached him with the tip of his wand facing forward. "You abandoned Merope." He used a straightforward statement.

"No, I didn't—" Seeing that the visitor was not kind, Old Riddle hurriedly denied, "I was deceived, I was fooled... I don't know what that woman did to me, we didn't even talk about it before In a word...but when I woke up, I found that she and I were in London, and she was pregnant for no reason..."

Tom's killing intent surged in an instant.Shooting Avada Kedavra at his Muggle father who had abandoned him was easy and predictable, but he had one last problem. "Where's her locket?"

"Locket? What locket? I don't know..." Old Riddle instinctively wanted to distance himself from the relationship, but under the increasingly serious gaze of the other party, he had to rack his brains to recall. "Are you talking about that gold box she's been wearing around her neck all the time? And there's an S in the lid set in gems? I swear I didn't touch it—who wants to have anything to do with weird stuff, and I don't Bad money—she had the box when I left London, really!"

The two retreated and entered, and they had already reached the living room.Tom took a quick glance--the richness of the decoration, the woolen tapestries and celadon vases seemed like expensive imports from the Far East.There were two others who, judging by their age, should be old Tom Riddle's parents.They were all in their home clothes, but they were handicapped, and they were staring at him in horror.

"How dare you?" For some reason, this glance gave old Mr. Riddle courage—maybe he felt that his family was rich enough to deter uninvited guests—"He is your father! You..."

A bright green light flashed across the living room.The old man's loud scolding stopped abruptly, his eyes were wide open, and he slid down from the comfortable armchair like a rag doll.

The horrific sight scared the two remaining Muggles out of their wits.

The old woman was shaking like chaff, her breathing was as heavy as a broken bellows.Her son was no better off—

Old Tom Riddle fell to the ground, staring blankly at his father's unmoving body not far away. "...what the hell did you do?" he asked in horror, looking back at Tom again, this time finally noticing the ring on the boy's finger, "you don't think that old tramp also..."

Tom didn't answer.He felt that anyone could understand that talking to dead people was a waste of time.Two more green lights flashed, and the living room was completely silent.

Everything went well, but Tom wasn't satisfied.He stared condescendingly at the dead body at his feet—fear deformed old Riddle's face, making it look so old, bloated, weak and vulnerable—he had never disliked his face so much.

Perhaps it, like his name, is a disgrace to be discarded...

It was dark when Tom got back to the Gaunts' cottage.As he had expected, Morfin hadn't woken up yet.He knelt down, put the opponent's wand back on the ground, then pulled out the yew wand from his sleeve, and poked the man's forehead with the tip of the wand.

It was a mess of memories—reasonable, after all, Morfin had obviously been drinking a lot—and it took him a little while to plant the fake memories he made up into the other person's mind.After he finished, he got up and wanted to leave, but he remembered what Dumbledore said when he asked him to go to the owl hut, and how the other party cast his eyes on him and Harry from the headmaster's window.

The old bee likes Muggles so much, Baobuqi will pay attention to this murder...

In addition, Harry's parents are not only Aurors, but also members of the Magic Law Enforcement Squad, so it's easy to contact suspects...

Tom thought, leaning down again, and with his wand drew away the memory of Morfin seeing him.The silver-white substance that resembled water and gas flowed out as the tip of the staff left, and spread out like ribbons, before finally disappearing completely.

In this way, no one knows that he has been to Little Hangleton today... except for little Crouch, but he believes that little Crouch will definitely like this news that will be published soon...

Touching the uneven edge of the ring on his hand, Tom must admit that the trip to Little Hangleton is still worthwhile.Under the cover of night, he left the village without taking a second look.

**

Harry's summer vacation was extremely boring.

Objectively speaking, it didn't make sense for him to think so after just a week.However, when Lily and James agreed to take him abroad to watch a football match, the two were urgently called back to work overtime by the Ministry just two days after the holiday.

Before they left, they left a note saying they couldn't go home for a while.Harry was already very familiar with this kind of ambiguity, so he went directly to the mailbox at the door and took out the "Daily Prophet" that the owl delivered every day.

Sure enough, there was a very short report in the corner of the newspaper: Three Muggles died from the death curse in a small village in the Midlands, and the Aurors have arrested a suspected wizard who lives nearby, and the case is being further investigated middle.

Work is very important, let alone such a bad murder case.Harry understood, but the disappointment still hovered over him.Hermione's parents took her on a trip, and he couldn't run to the Weasleys' house every day.Sirius did visit him once, but Mrs. Black seems to have gone to his new workplace to make trouble again, and he has to go back to the old house to deal with it.Lupine also had to work and was not to be disturbed.

Normally, Harry would probably spend time in the storage room, admiring the Quidditch-related boutiques he and James had collected over the years, repairing broom sticks for the Firebolt|Arrow, polishing the handle and so on.It's a pity that Quidditch can't soothe his anxiety now: the weather is not yet the hottest, but he is walking around the house, fidgeting all over, always feeling that something is wrong.

After a few days of this going on, Harry had to admit that he really wanted to see his Slytherin prefect boyfriend one level above him soon.

Why hasn't Tom come yet?Does he have no time?

Or had Harry forgotten to tell him the exact location of Godric's Hollow and Tom couldn't find it?

Harry didn't want to wonder if Tom wasn't willing to make time for him, or if Tom really wanted to pretend he was lost when the time came.If he had known earlier, he should have asked about the exact location of the orphanage, he thought angrily, waiting for him to come to me would be better than finding him myself!

But it's never too late to start planning.Harry rushed into James' study on the second floor like a gust of wind, and searched for the super-detailed map of London on the wall.

Tom, meanwhile, was walking briskly across the little square in Godric's Hollow.

He had heard about Slytherin's locket from Morfin, so naturally he couldn't let it go easily.So he took a moment, found Knockturn Alley from Diagon Alley, and under the hood pretended to be a mysterious customer willing to pay a lot of money.Eventually he got word from the Bokin-Bok shopkeepers that they had once received a small gold locket from a pregnant woman.

Unfortunately, after many years, Bock has resold it.The buyer, as far as he could tell, was a wealthy old lady, known for keeping her treasures secret and guarded.He also hinted to Tom that if Tom could persuade the old lady to drop the locket, he would pay more to get it back.

This is much harder to deal with than muggles and madmen.Tom lingered in London for a few more days, waiting for the information that Crouch Jr. said that Gregovich had gone into hiding and had not yet been found.Both ends were not going well, and he could only think about what he thought was the most time-consuming part, which was Slytherin's wand.

Then he realized that two months might not be enough for him to go to North America, find the wand, and activate the wand core.The complication lies in the last step: the sentence or spell that activates the core of the Basilisk staff is unknown, so he has to use the most stupid method, which is to try one by one.If you are unlucky, let alone two months, it is possible for ten or eight years.

Tom could only regrettably push it back on the to-do list.At least until graduation, he will have so much free time.There is also the locket, which he also cannot handle with others.In this way, there is only one thing left for him to do now——

Go to Harry and arm his only weakness in place.

**

When the study window was knocked, Harry was buried in various orphanages in London, thinking he was hallucinating.It wasn't until it sounded for the second time that he suddenly realized something, strode to the window, and looked down——

A tall boy with black hair and black eyes was standing idly outside Potter's house with one hand in his trouser pocket.Probably because Godric's Hollow is a place where wizards and Muggles live together, Tom didn't wear his school robes and wore a plain black suit instead.His tie and shirt were also black, buttoned meticulously to the very top.

I have to say that this outfit made Tom look even more handsome.Harry froze for a few seconds, and didn't realize what he should do until he met the suspicious gaze cast by the other party.He rushed downstairs—in such a hurry that he kicked a slipper away without noticing—the porch had never been this long—

"Tom!"

As soon as he opened the door, Harry couldn't wait to give the other party a big hug, his excitement was beyond words.

"You're suffocating me." The other boy replied with helplessness and more connivance.

Harry quickly let go of his arms and looked up at the other's face. "I didn't think of you..." From a room not far away, someone poked his head out curiously, his cheeks flushed belatedly, "Come in and sit down!"

Tom turned his head to follow Harry's gaze and saw that the neighbor was an elderly lady. "Are you home alone?"

"That's right," Harry nodded, not knowing what he was asking, "the two of them have something to go out."

Tom smiled.He knew better than Harry what the "something" between James and Lily was. "It's the first time I've been here," he looked at the street behind him, "the weather isn't bad today..."

Harry understood right away.Whether it's in the house or out for a walk, as long as he doesn't get stared at all the time, he can accept it. "Then you wait for me here for a while," he noticed that one of his feet was stepping on the ground, and hurriedly tried to hide behind without any trace, "I'll come as soon as I change my clothes!"

Of course, Tom noticed Harry's little movement, but he didn't point it out.After a bit of ping-pong, the Gryffindor boy reappeared on the porch, hair still messed up, but at least the shoes were in order.Once Harry had locked the door, the two walked down the road side by side.

The old lady watched them with interest until they turned the corner.In fact, Harry was used to it, but he was worried that Tom would have an opinion, so as soon as he could see his house, he explained immediately: "That's old Bagshot. She's always like this, and she is very concerned about the neighbors."

care?That was very polite, Tom thought. "Bashshot? I seem to have heard that name somewhere."

"That's right, she is the author of "A History of Magic." Harry affirmed, he didn't believe Tom's "seems" - as the best student in the school, it was a damn thing if the other party didn't remember this.

Tom nodded thoughtfully. "It seems that your neighbor has a lot of background."

"Because wizards lived here a long time ago." Harry began to explain, "Dumbledore's house was here before. And the ancestor of our family is Peverell. The birth of Godric Gryffindor Well, you must already know that. And Bowman Wright, who built the first Snitch here..."

In such a long introduction, Tom only cares about the part he didn't know before. "Dumbledore's house?"

"Oh, that was a long time ago. After Dumbledore's father had an accident, the family moved here. But within a few years, his mother passed away, and his sister had an accident. After that, except for the Neither he nor his younger brother came back to the valley when his mother and younger sister visited the grave."

Tom had never heard that Dumbledore had a living brother and a dead sister.He could also hear that Harry was already trying to simplify the narrative as much as possible.But it didn't matter, if he really wanted to know, Bagshot, who was poking his head just now, would be willing to tell him.

"When I came in, I passed a small church." He changed the subject casually, "The cemetery is right behind that, isn't it?"

Harry nodded instinctively, and then became a little wary: "What are you asking about the cemetery?"

Tom noticed it, more inexplicably than he. "What happened to the cemetery?"

"Oh, yes," Harry breathed a quick sigh of relief, "I forgot you'd seen my Invisibility Cloak last year...you sure knew it wouldn't be in the grave."

Tom raised an eyebrow. He heard something else. "Are you implying that someone has come here before in search of the Deathly Hallows that belong to your family?"

"To tell you the truth, not only there are, but there are many more." Harry admitted helplessly, "but they have disappeared more and more in recent years. If Dumbledore hadn't been mentioned, I might not have remembered..."

Even if he had a lot of sexual desires for Dumbledore, it was hard for Tom to imagine that the other party would try to open other people's graves for the Deathly Hallows. "I'd say the whole thing is getting weirder and weirder."

"No, the person I was thinking of was not Dumbledore!" Only then did Harry realize how much misunderstanding his words would cause to uninformed people, and he quickly clarified: "It's Grindelwald! He came here when he was a teenager! "

Tom had heard the name.The Dark Lord of Europe, defeated by Dumbledore. "How do you know this?" He became more and more puzzled, "Even if he really came, he wouldn't spread the word about it, right?"

Harry had no choice but to be honest. "Old Bagshot was his distant aunt. Grindelwald was visiting her. When I mentioned it to me, she pointed me to a picture of him and Dumbledore together in a picture frame on the mantelpiece. Well. But James guessed that Grindelwald would not come here for some distant aunt. He must have found out about the Peverell family, after all, most sacred seekers firmly believe that Peverell and The holy artifact has a lot to do with it."

...so Dumbledore and Grindelwald knew each other early on?

When Tom proposed to take a walk outside, he didn't expect to hear such explosive gossip. "Since the Invisibility Cloak is still in your house, it means that Grindelwald has also failed." He concluded with a little amusement.

Hearing that he didn't get to the bottom of Dumbledore's and Grindelwald's past, Harry was secretly thankful.It would be too embarrassing to tell others about the headmaster's past, but fortunately Tom wasn't interested. "Yeah," he changed the subject, "I just didn't expect that Grindelwald was handsome when he was young, he was blond..." The people around him stopped suddenly, he took two steps, and turned back in confusion: "Why? La?"

"I see, Harry, you just like handsome guys," Tom pointed out, with a half-smile.

"What... I don't!" Harry blushed immediately, anxiously defending himself: "I'm not interested in him! Not at all! I don't like you because of your face!"

"Is—is—?" Tom dragged his voice on purpose.

At this moment, Harry heard the teasing in the other party's words.However, he had to explain this matter; otherwise, with Slytherin's mind, it might become a ticking time bomb someday.

"Of course!" He said like a cannonball, "Didn't I tell you a long time ago that I thought you were just a pure A student? But I didn't like you at that time! When I really started to pay attention to you, After bumping into you by accident outside the women's bathroom! So, even if I do like your face, it's only because I like you!"

That is to say, the face is incidental, it is Aiwujiwu who likes the whole person.

Tom could tell it was the truth.Although he still didn't understand why Harry was attracted by the danger he showed, it was probably the same as why he didn't understand why he took the initiative to find a weakness for himself, and there was no way to explain it rationally.

Even to some extent, this dilutes his sense of shame.Since Harry likes it, his face looks exactly the same as old Riddle's when he was young, so it's not completely useless; what's more, the Riddle family has been completely wiped out...

Tom closed his eyes.

Obviously, no matter whether this feeling is a disadvantage, a flaw or a flaw, he has to admit it all.There is only one road before him now, which is the one he planned before.Harry must never be used to blackmail him, not even Death.He had to do something, even if Harry would be furious if he knew the truth...

"...Tom?" Seeing the tall boy's reaction, Harry was a little worried. "Is it too hot outside?" He looked back at his house not far away—they had circled the village unknowingly—"Why don't we go back and have a rest?" he suggested.

"I want to go to church." Tom opened his eyes.

"But there's nothing to see there..." Harry's objection died away when he saw the tall boy reach out to him with his hands that had been tucked all the way in his trouser pockets.Facing the familiar pattern in the gemstone on the ring, he widened his eyes in shock: "This symbol...where did you find this thing?"

Tom just smiled. "I found out soon after you told me we used twin wands."

Hearing this, Harry was even more shocked. "So that's why you and I use twin wands? You already knew that we were really related by blood?"

"Hundreds of years ago, yes." Tom corrected him softly. "So now you can safely take your brother to visit his ancestor's brother's grave, Harry?"

Harry never dreamed that Tom was the descendant of Cadmus, one of the three Peverell brothers.In fact, Tom was indeed his brother; whether from the relationship between Cadmus and Ignotus or from the age of Tom and him, he had to call Tom his brother...

In order to avoid such an embarrassing situation from actually happening, Harry nodded hastily.Looking at his somewhat flustered back, Tom followed slowly, smiling inexplicably but surely.

(Omit description: hand, mouth, shame play, exchange of soul and blood)

The author has something to say:

A love brother fell from the sky [Tian Lei speaks]

Well, no kidding, this book has been updated for almost three years, thank you everyone for accompanying me to the end.There is indeed a lot more to write, but as a tribute to the Goblet of Fire, I have also written a lot of Vulha, and it is best to finish it at the end of the school year.In addition, many hints have been given in the article, and everyone can completely make up for what happened later.I look forward to seeing you in the next book, if there is a next book~

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