[HP Fudai] Knot of Life and Death

When it reappeared, Merope was already skinny.

Tom Riddle could see her sunken eye sockets and sunken cheeks, disproportionately growing in her belly, sucking the life out of the thin woman like a parasitic monster, and Merope coughed and wrapped himself in the hat that blocked his face, fearing that someone would recognize him.

Surrounded by all kinds of wizards wearing wizard robes twisting night owls, she still came to Tump Alley...to take a risk.

Walked into the Bockin Bock store.

It was a well-known black magic item store, and it was also the largest store in Tump Alley.

Merope protected his stomach and carefully walked through the eerie black magic supplies, lest he encounter something cursed.

Then the poor woman knocked on the door of the counter and a greasy head poked out.

"Oh, look, here's who's here—the Gaunt lady—Miss Merope..."

"No!" Merope hurriedly shouted, "Please keep your voice down, Mr. Bork, please be quiet."

"Miss Merope, what do you need?" said the owner Bok in his oily voice, "I think you need a cursed feather necklace to give to one of your enemies... or , you need a dragon badger blood map to mark a relative who will unknowingly appear by your side? I have it here, and I have..."

"No, I'm not here to buy things." Merope swallowed, took a pendant chain from his neck, and put the metal object on the counter. "I need some money, I have to... eat."

Burke immediately showed a clear expression, "Oh, the aristocrats are down and out - it's really a classic plot, of course I'm not afraid to take out of my wallet something that will satisfy Miss Merope, but I also have to ensure that my store safety, origin, innocence—"

"Of course it's innocent, sir, it's from my mother, it's from the Gaunts - it's a Slytherin... no, you'd better see for yourself..."

Bork picked up the locket. Inside the crystal lid was a hollowed-out gold wire, which was delicately made into the shape of a curved snake.Engraved on the back of the box was a name - Slytherin Salazar.Boss Bock was startled, and immediately understood what he was holding in his hand.He stared at the box silently for a long time before uttering a sentence.

"Ma'am, I think I can give you nine Galleons."

"What?" Merope's eyes widened in disbelief, "Nine Galleons? Take a serious look at this, this is not an ordinary gold locket!"

"I think it's just an ordinary gold locket. Although it's made in such an antique way, it doesn't have anything special. It doesn't even move!"

"This is, this is Salazar... this is..."

"Whose is it? What do you want to say, ma'am? Of course, you can also produce evidence that it is a valuable antique. For example, it has something to do with an old wizard, but if it is I need proof, I need the coat of arms of Gaunt's house..."

"No...no, please don't do this, sir..." Merope understood what was happening in front of him.

"Yes, there's no other place that would take this, and it wouldn't be worth ten Galleons if it fell into Muggle hands, it's just an ordinary gold locket, isn't it, Lady Merope. I will give you ten Galleons, which is enough for you to have a good meal, or for a new wand, or for a month of bread and cold water, which is enough to support you until you find the next mope Melon is working." Boss Bock smiled lightly. "If you're still not satisfied, I can give you this—"

The boss put a small black fleece on the counter. "A favorite of witches."

Merope took down the ten Galleons he took out like a puppet, put them into his pocket, then took the fleece case, and walked out of the store in a slumped manner.

She was that listless girl in the gray dress at the Gaunts' house again, after she'd actually seen the world.She had to sell her family treasures for bread, because there was a poor child in her belly, and she had to support him until he was born, she had to support him until he was born.

Tom Riddle watched all this quietly, as if he was reading someone else's story, his expression didn't even move too much, he was used to Merope's miserable life, and those dark pictures kept flashing back At that time, he seemed to have experienced the life of this poor woman all over again. He was like the helmsman who was drinking bitter medicine to prevent himself from falling asleep. This pain only made him more and more awake.

"Son, your fists are too tight if you want to hide your emotions." Salazar's voice rang in Riddle's head.Riddle loosened his fist, spread his palms, and hid them in his sleeves.

"What happened 14 years ago, I want to see how she died..." Riddle said to the old man.

"Maybe you should take care of yourself, boy, you're dying... You think you're holding yourself up so I don't know how weak you are."

"Then let me tell me what I have been looking for in the past ten years of my life before I die."

"You have to promise, you have to do what I want you to do."

"Maybe we can bargain here until the last drop of Riddle's blood is shed. My ancestor." Riddle said blankly.

"Mofingunt found Merope." In Slytherin Salat's narration, the picture scroll unfolded in front of Riddle again.

"Before she gave birth, she dodged countless times, and several times she was almost caught up and discovered by Moffingunt. One of them was trapped in an alley magic by Moffingunt. She finally used almost a gallon of blood to kill her. Unlocked that spell, and Morfin set it with blood. You've seen that scene, haven't you, Tom.

Poor siblings were playing cat and mouse with their own blood, and Merope, she was having a hard time coping.

There were also times when she was kicked out of her area by Muggles.My poor Merope, she has bruises all over her body, gunshot wounds, knife scars, and needle marks, including the scars from being bitten by vicious dogs.Her magic can't quite cure this... Sometimes she gets to the point where she can't cast spells because of starvation.

But this girl must run around alone in the Muggle world, with festering wounds all over her body, all in order to keep the one in her stomach—the last blood of the Gaunt family. "

"Or keep her baby," Riddle interrupted Salazar Slytherin. "If all she wants to keep is a bloodline, she can stay in Little Hangleton and rot with your fucking incestuous traditional quagmire."

"You're shaking again Tom, and you can regret it, now, before I show you that picture."

"No need. I can take...all of it."

"On the windy night when she had a premonition that she was going to give birth, she came to a Muggle orphanage and exchanged the last of her money for the convenience of staying in a stable for one night. I think the reason for choosing the orphanage is Because she realized that she would not live long.

Then she gave birth to you. "

"My little Tom, my poor little Tom..." Merope squatted in the haystack, holding the crying child in his arms, "Speak softly, softly. I'm sorry, my child." She didn't wear much clothes, and the cloth that could be seen was wrapped around the child——

Merope wiped her tears, and showed an unattractive smile to the newborn. She described her as haggard as a devil, with her arms almost skinny. Anyone who saw this scene would only feel horrible. The terrified mother stuffed the drug into the child's mouth, trying to feed him some milk.

But the child didn't listen, still crying loudly.

"Tom, Tom, hush... Be quiet, Mom can't be found... My Riddle, your eyes haven't opened yet, maybe in a year or two, you'll start to look like your father." Mello Pu spoke in a soft tone.

Suddenly, Merope froze, turned around, put the child in the haystack, covered the torso with hay, and picked up the wand.

The door was kicked open!Biting wind and snow rushed in.The horse neighed, but stopped just before the long howl, and then the four-hoofed horse fell to the ground like a stone statue.

"Merope...my sister, long time no see." Merope kept the pile of grass behind him, and raised his wand coldly.

"Morfin, if you still remember that I am your sister, get out of here."

There was anger in Moffingund's eyes, which could hardly be concealed. "You gave birth to something...a bastard...you were supposed to be my wife!"

"Moffen...you..." Merope was about to say something when he suddenly spotted the man tied up behind Mofin Gunter. The black-haired man was still so handsome, but he couldn't stop trembling. It has been completely wet by snow water, and the hair is also covered with snowflakes that will not melt in the future.

It was a face she was all too familiar with.

Merope's tears flowed down instantly, "What did you do? Aren't you afraid that the Ministry of Magic will come to you again!"

"He wasn't cursed, Merope, I just tied up this guy and brought him here, or rather, he brought me here."

"What are you talking about, Morfin?"

"Don't you, Mr. Riddle, please tell my stupid sister what happened?"

Straight old Tom Riddle just shivered and said, "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I won't stop you, do whatever you want..."

Morfin raised his wand closer to him, and the birch stick pressed against old Tom Riddle's face, "You still won't tell her what happened?"

"My Merope, my dear sister," Mofingant jumped up to Merope's side, tugged her hair affectionately, which he loved to do since he was a child, and then put his mouth on it, Merope dodged in disgust, and Morfin pushed Merope as if he didn't care.

"You're still the Squib, let me tell you. This man went back to Little Hangleton, and the day after he went back, he married a woman right away, and he drew your portrait and posted it on the town bulletin bar, it says, you're a witch."

Mofingant took out a crumpled piece of paper from his buckskin pouch and threw it in front of Merope. The piece of paper was picked up and unfolded in front of Merope.

It said, "Everyone, I am your friend Tom Riddle. I think you should know me." After Mofingant read a few words, he threw the piece of paper in front of Tom Riddle, who was kneeling The man was trembling tremblingly.

"Everyone, I'm your friend Tom Riddle, I think you should know me... For decades, my family and I lived peacefully in Little Hangleton until I was raped by a damn witch Horrible spells, even betrayed my fiancée, and left home, I can guarantee, that is not what I want to do, I like my fiancée so much... I know some of you may not believe me But if one day that witch returns to Little Hangleton, and someone who can hand her over to me, I'm willing to pay a pound equivalent to your weight..."

"How foolish." Moffin Gaunt kicked Tom Riddle on the head. "You think you can catch a noble pure-blood wizard."

"Stop reading." Merope said wearily, "Stop reading any more."

"So, tell me, how did you describe my sister to your fiancée?"

"I said...she's not very pretty..." With another kick, old Tom Riddle immediately worked hard and began to repeat what he said at that time vividly, "I said Merope Gaunt, she is so ugly , and skinny..."

"Stop, Riddle." Merope looked at the man in front of him sadly, "Stop, my husband."

"Merop Gaunt, ugly and thin, with those nasty eyes like a deep pool, or two black holes, she is an ugly monkey, dressed in human clothes, pretending to be a man, But it will tempt people to lose their minds with dirty things..."

"Please, stop, my husband." Merope's calm tone had already begun to tremble, and tears rolled down from her eyes.

"I'm no longer your husband," said old Tom Riddle at once. "I'm no longer your husband. Mr. Morfin may be if he wants to."

Merope opened the corner of his mouth, as if he heard something funny, but more tears fell down.

"You put a spell on me, right? It's what Mr. Morfin said, the love potion, anyway, it's a trick of your wizards, let me go, I'm just a human... That stuff has long since failed! May Lope, it will be disabled when we are about to reach London!"

"I know, I thought..." Merope opened his mouth to say something, but found himself facing a blank void.

"What do you think? You think I'm in love with you... No, I feel nauseous every night, I feel terrible, even though, you still satisfy me sexually... God, you sometimes do You can be meaner than those sluts in town, but I don't love you, Merope, I'm just afraid of you. Don't you understand? You're a witch! You're a..."

Merope closed her eyes and lowered her head, but those babbling confessional voices continued to pour into her ears.

"I thought about selling you when I got tired of playing, and I went back to Little Hangleton by myself, remember, the first time I took you to take pictures, you were so happy, you asked me where the pictures went...but there The bustard said you can’t sell the price.”

Mofingand looked at all this with great interest, "I'm sorry, let me interrupt, sister, if you suspect that I made this up...We wizards don't have such a rich experience in whoring..."

"Then I started to try to do something to you, but you never, never used your damn magic on me, I thought your magic didn't work. So..."

"Let me tell you, so after this Muggle was completely tired of your body and you, he left London with all your money." Moffingunt said, "But you are still looking for him in London, you Look for him till today, my Merope, how foolish you are."

"You should go back into my arms and you should put a Cruciatus Curse on this guy."

"Stop, Moffingund."

"This guy, after this guy heard that I was looking for you...do you know what he did..."

"Stop, stop, stop..." Merope kept repeating this sentence, but Morfin turned a deaf ear to it, "Let me kill him, Merope."

"He wrote the addresses of all the places you lived in London on a note and stuck it at my door..."

"Stop!" Merope's wand shot a beam of light, but Morfin knocked it back.

Morfin raised his wand and said, "Stop, yes, of course you must, this filthy Muggle has sullied you, he has sullied the honor of the family, I must hang his head on the tower For you, and for the Gaunt family, I am willing to do this, my sister, I am very happy..." He said a spell on the wand, but his eyes glanced at the swaddled baby behind Merope. child.

"Don't kill him! Don't kill Tom Riddle...don't kill Tom Riddle... Morfin, if you want something, don't kill them, you can't do that."

"I had to—he, and the bastard, I wouldn't let them live, even if sent to Azkaban—"

Morfin Gaunt turned his head away, Merope grabbed his leg, but Morfin easily broke away from the weak Merope.He raised his wand at Tom Riddle without noticing it. Behind him, Merope took out a black fleece case and drew a knife from it.