[HP Fudai] Knot of Life and Death

"You are... I know who you are." Tom Riddle closed his eyes, and a picture appeared in his mind-how could he not remember who it was, the oil painting of this face in the Slytherin lounge It has been hanging for hundreds of years!That was Salazar Slytherin, one of the four founders of the academy and the originator of the legend of the Chamber of Secrets.

Thousands of years ago, he and the other three founders left the school because of the controversy over the blood of wizards. Before leaving, they built a secret room. It is said that one day his descendants will return here to open the secret room and release the monsters inside to clean up the academy... The legend is real.

"Your eyes are not like the ones in the painting."

"Times have changed, boy," said the old man slowly, and he lowered his eyelids so that the light in those golden eyes dimmed a little.

"Why are you here—"

"I'm looking at you, my last descendants." The old man waved his hand, and their feet immediately became transparent, but Tom Riddle didn't fall down, they were suspended above the secret room, The heads of Moffen Gunter and Lin Daiyu!

"They can't see us, I just think it's easier for you to see here, Riddle." The old man slid down from the giant snake and walked slowly to his side. He was very short, taller than Riddle Much too small, and the only thing to notice is the horrible beard that hangs down from the hood.

"Where's your wand?" Riddle asked.

"No, no, no, boy, I don't need a wand. I was a wizard 1000 years ago. Back then, we didn't use this. Back then, all our magic depended on the blood in our bones. That's the real magic. "

Riddle stared at his feet, he watched himself being held in Daiyu's arms, blood was flowing out continuously, and Mofingant got a cauldron from somewhere, put it in it, then raised his wand, muttering What, the blood flowing and spreading on the ground suddenly flew up, turning into blood cells, and flying into the crucible. pour it in.

Then, whose skeleton was unknown, but there was no doubt that it was a human.

"Look, these are the last descendants of the great Slytherin." The old man's tone was filled with sadness, "How prosperous our family was at that time..."

"Mister Slytherin, descendants, there is only one descendant of you, Moffingaunt. And I am a half-blood wizard."

"No, Riddle, look, Merope is there, and you." The old man pointed to Daiyu who was crying in pain.She was dragged by Mofingund to the seething cauldron.

"She's not Merope, her name is Dai." Riddle said word by word, "She's my girl, and I, to disappoint you, I'm not their child, I'm a half-blood wizard."

"I don't care who owns that shell, my stupid offspring, Mofing Gunter, he wants to resurrect Merope, but the two of them, Gunter, Merope, are stupider than the other, stupid, and you , that amazes me... Riddle, don't you wonder why Mofingund knew the secret of the Chamber of Secrets, but couldn't open it—he was even foolish enough to think a pendant would be the key..."

"Resurrected? She's dead? Then why is she here? Where's Dai? " Riddle growled.Wanting to approach Slytherin, the giant snake immediately coiled towards him, and Slytherin stopped the snake.

"She died a long time ago. She died 14 years ago."

Tom Riddle fell to the ground, "But she said she was going to kill me...why, what the hell is this..."

"You did that!" Riddle suddenly raised his head, "Yes, Morfin is an idiot, he has always been, I have been wondering why he made such a plan in the past few years, it turned out that it was not him plan...it's not his..."

"You opened that door, Tom Riddle." The old man said slowly, his voice was like a broken bellows, and the deep voice became harsh at this moment, "I chose you! You are my queen Man, I confess your blood!"

"Mofingunt always thought that if he revived Merope and gave birth to children, he could save that poor damn Gaunt family, that branch... For thousands of years I have witnessed the death and madness of my children , they died of Muggle blood taint, the blood that the damned poured into their veins, cheap blood kept them alive, and my children, my poor children, they died for no reason, they were so Excellent, they have the best talent!"

The old man turned his back to Riddle and walked forward, the giant snake lingered to make way for him, his tone of voice was full of tragedy every step, "Muggles cursed my children, those damn mudblood wizards, they are jealous of us blood, they cursed my children, and these vicious curses almost wiped out my family!"

The old man was about to cry, like a fanatical believer, he said to himself, "Only excellent people are worthy to be my children, but my children, those outstanding elites, all died under the curse... I I am the best seer, I have divined the fate of wizards, but I can only see the distant end..."

"What are you talking about..." Tom Riddle said in disbelief, "They all died on pure blood, they all died in the trap of pure blood!"

"My child, what do you know? I thought you would be wiser than Moffingunt and Merope Gaunt."

"Noble wizards should abide by their honor and not let those muggle bastards defile it. It is not only the family that is humiliated, but also magic! Mudbloods are not worthy of magic! Mudbloods destroyed wizards, and mudbloods harbored evil intentions. They came to The wizarding world steals, if it wasn't for them, my children wouldn't be dead, the Gryffindors wouldn't be, the Hufflepuffs wouldn't be...too many people died."

"I do not understand what you are saying……"

"You don't understand, Riddle, you don't understand what the Muggles do if you live as long as I do. They throw my children into the nail pits, they catch the Slytherins Get up, burn with a branding iron, stick a needle every inch of your body because they think there's a place on wizards that doesn't hurt! We're almost exterminated! Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs are exterminated!"

Slytherin yelled hysterically, he waved his robe, scene after scene of killing surrounded them on all sides, dozens of women were tied to the stake and were being burned alive, those burning The pillar of fire and the howling and writhing body like a dying worm, one of the women looks so much like Merope Gaunt - Riddle turned his head, two Muggles, branding a Teenage girls, girls screaming, surrounded by a trampled toad - and then countless young people, who were thrown into the water, tied tightly, by those who threw them in gorgeous costumes , holding a cross in his hand.

"Throw them down, and those who float up will be wizards!"

"Wizards will become night owls and toads. Wizards' bones and blood are made of cemetery sludge and corpses. Wizards are messengers of Satan. Wizards are enemies of God. Wizards take our children to make potions. Wizards Bewitching a lover to betray his marriage, we should eradicate them for the Lord..." The bishop grabbed a handful of seized gold coins and treasures and threw them at the crowd, "Kill them!"

"Kill them!" "Kill them!"

All this happened for real.Riddle remembered that he had learned about it in the history of magic.

The vigorous hammer-witch movement that began in the fifteenth century is called the wizard's doomsday war in textbooks.

In that ancient war, Muggles and Muggle religious courts were mobilized, and it took more than 200 years to wipe out all traces of wizards. Wizards were almost slaughtered by Muggles, and countless Muggles were also detained. Persecuted to death on the charge of witches, yes, witches are a crime, and once a woman is called a witch, she can be burned immediately without trial. During those days, witches almost disappeared on the European continent.

"They're all dead, those old men, they insisted on ignoring my dissuasion, and tried to give the mudbloods a chance, but only made more and more mudbloods discover the secrets of the wizarding world, traveling between the two worlds... ...and then lead to a steady stream of disasters for the wizarding world, which is obviously avoidable!...But they all died, and after they died, their descendants died at the hands of Muggles."

"Those hateful, inhuman, crazy Muggles, they are worse than the filthiest beasts!" The sad old man fell into madness, and he yelled at the repeated bloody scenes.

"I taught Mofingund how to find the Chamber of Secrets, I taught him how to resurrect Merope, I taught him how to enter Hogwarts, I summoned him with my blood...but he's a fool, all he can think of is The Gaunt family, only how to fuck their own sister, he is the same as Marvolo, they are all idiots carved out of the same mold, if there is anyone else who can fulfill my dream, that person can only be you, Riddle."

"You are so smart and brave, my child, you were born a Slytherin. Someone in the academy once feared your Gaunt blood and tampered with the sorting hat. Look, you are a descendant of Slytherin." , that can't be changed, and that's why you're here now."

"I'm not."

"Look," Slytherin walked up to Riddle again, grabbed his hair, and pressed his head back to the transparent ground, "Mofingant is going to use that Chinese girl's body, your blood, And Marvolo's bones to bring Merope back to life, he couldn't kill you, so he made Merope do that, otherwise you would have died. You should thank your mother right."

"why?"

So Slytherin picked him up again and threw him to the ground. Tom Riddle heard the sound of the carriage while the world was spinning.

Then, the wheels splashed muddy water, and he rolled over from the ground, only to find that Merope Gaunt was walking alone on the road, carrying a large suitcase, her face covered Wearing black yarn.

"That Muggle husband abandoned her, so she had to make a living in London alone." Slytherin's voice rang in Tom's head.

Merope Gaunt looked at the skirt stained by the sewage, and pulled the straps behind her tighter. She held her breath and walked to the door of a bakery.

"She can't go back to the wizarding world, because Mofingund is frantically looking for her there."

"Hi, ma'am," Merope said with a pale smile to the person who opened the door, "I'm looking for a job."

"Sorry, we don't need..." The boss smiled formulaically, "You know, ma'am, the war years..."

"I can make a hundred loaves a day, sir, do me a favor and give me a job."

"One hundred?" The boss showed a surprised look on his face, "Stop joking..." As he was about to close the door, Merope stretched his hand in, and the door clamped her wrist heavily, "You What are you doing!" The boss yelled in surprise and rudely.

"Sir, let me try, just give me a little money, I can make a hundred loaves a day."

The boss had no choice but to lead her in dubiously.

"You leave me here, and in two hours I'll give you fifty loaves, will you?"

"This is the back kitchen, not a place for you to mess around—there are a lot of homeless people who steal food because of hunger..."

"I promise." Merope looked at the boss with pleading eyes.

So the fat man turned and walked out, and Merope closed the door and drew his wand from his sleeve.

After a few spells, the flour and water began to move by themselves, swirling in the air, looking for their own position, fused together, fermented, and then arranged in groups and entered the oven... Two hours later , the fat boss opened the door and saw a mountain of golden bread.

Country Merope, as the Muggles called her, she did look like a typical English country girl, only withdrawn, thinner, and never sending letters to her family - and she was pregnant.The growing belly cannot be hidden.

And so the noble pure-blooded witch sat for months at a surreptitious bread job, earning a mere stipend stipend, until the day her magic was broken.

Merope was making her bread as usual, but the fat boss pushed open the door, and a bag of flour fell on the ground. He looked at everything in disbelief, "You are a witch!" The boss struggled frantically, " I'm sending you to the police station, the gentlemen of Scotland Yard will entertain you at gunpoint, don't come!"

"No, listen to me, I just..."

"I told you not to come over!" The boss was trembling all over, shouting at the witch, Merope had to draw out her wand, and she had to erase the memory of the boss—"Boom!" Clutching her left arm, looking at the gushing blood and falling wand, was another helper, standing behind her, holding the boss's pistol in his hand.

"Tie her up!"

Merope was quickly tied up by the neighbors who heard the sound.

"She's a witch!" The men and men took the hemp rope and wire to wrap her around. During the period, there were many wretched men who took the opportunity to touch her body a few times, but Merope didn't care about it, and she shrunk hard. I hope they forget about this, but the more nervous she is, the more people can see what this girl is thinking.

"There's a little wizard in her belly—"

"What would the wizard be pregnant with? A cat? A toad..."

"I heard that witches would steal other people's babies and keep them in their stomachs, and after they were born, they would become their own servants."

Whispering, Merope closed her eyes, suddenly, a woman rushed out and slapped her, "My child is dead, my child, in March, is still so young, it just so happened that this witch came here time!"

"Delos, your boy died of a fever. His funeral was on the day I moved in. He was dead before I came."

The woman immediately scratched Merope's face with her nails, and then grabbed her hair and pulled it down vigorously, "You are talking nonsense, you are the one who killed my child..." Another person also He ran over and held down the struggling Merope. Soon, the women gathered around and gave lessons of nails and slaps to Merope, who usually didn't like to participate in their conversations.

"Be careful with your manners, my ladies." A man yelled, and there was a low chuckle in the air.

Suddenly, a woman screamed—"Snake!" "Ah!"

Countless snakes came in from nowhere, more and more, and soon filled the room, those women in gorgeous long skirts and bustles immediately jumped away screaming, a small snake with its tail Wrapped around the wand on the ground, sent it to Merope's palm, and then climbed up along her body.

"Thank you, babies." Merope kissed the little snake's flat forehead.Casting a spell to loosen the restraints on her body, she had no time to treat the wound, she clutched her left arm, rushed out of the small shop, and ran wildly.

There was a faint gunshot behind her. Merope moved left and right, and quickly avoided them, disappearing into the deep alleys. Only the blood on the ground guided her in the direction drop by drop, like a dark red pace.

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