Vol 2 Chapter 1087:

"God, what an ugly thing!"
A child's voice said as clearly as she was standing in the house talking. "Can't your father clean up this broken house?"
Fanlin was shocked. As the only descendant of Slytherin's house, not everyone has the courage to say such things. It can be said that those who don't know are fearless?
However, Fanlin felt that there was nothing wrong with it. It was very ugly here. The girl was only telling the truth.
The dilapidated hut, the weird viper decoration, anyone looking at it, uncomfortable is definitely the first reaction.
"That's not ours," a young man's voice said suddenly. "Everything on the other side of the valley belongs to us, but that hut belongs to an old tramp named Gunter and his child. His son is crazy, and you should have heard some stories in the village—"
The girl smiled. The jingle of horseshoes became louder and louder. Morfin tried to get up from the armchair.
"Sit in your chair," his father warned in a snake-like voice.
"Tom," the girl said again, and they had reached the house. "Maybe I am mistaken—did someone nail a snake in that door?"
"Oh, you are right!" the man said. "That son must have done it. I told you that his brain is abnormal. Don't look at it, Cecilia, dear."
The jingle of horseshoes faded away.
"'Honey,'" Morfin whispered in a snake-like voice, looking at his sister. "'Dear', he called her. So he won't want you anymore."
Melo's face was pale as if he was about to faint.
"What's that?" Gunte also shrieked in snake language, looked at his son and then at his daughter. "What did you just say, Morfin?"
"She likes to look at that Muggle," he stared at his sister with malice on his face, she looked scared now. "When passing by, she always ran into the garden and looked at him through a crack in the fence, didn't she? And last night—"
Melo shook his head violently and begged him, but Morfin went on relentlessly, "Put out the window and wait to see him ride home, don't you?"
"Put out the window to see a Muggle?" Gunte whispered. The three of the Gangt family seemed to have forgotten Ogden, and he seemed a little overwhelmed and angry when faced with a series of incomprehensible hissing noises.
"Is it true?" Gunte said dryly, taking two steps towards the terrified girl. "My daughter-a pure-blooded Slytherin descendant-likes a filthy, filthy Muggle?"
Melo shook her head frantically, leaning against the wall, obviously speechless.
"But I caught him, father!" Morfin giggled. "I caught him while he was passing by, and his pocky face is not pretty, isn't it, Merlot?"
"You disgusting little dumb gun, you filthy betrayer of blood!" Gunte lost control, and snarled his daughter by the throat. Ogden suddenly yelled, "No!"; Ogden raised his wand and shouted, "Relax!"
Gunter was thrown away from his daughter; he tripped over a chair and fell to the ground. Morfin roared and jumped up from his chair and ran towards Ogden, brandishing his knife, and his wand casting spells indiscriminately.
In an instant Ogden began to flee for his life.
Dumbledore asked them to run after him, and in fact, Fanlin wanted to see more, and even more to see Voldemort's past, his grandfather and Merlot...
Melo's screams echoed in his ears. Ogden hurriedly crossed the path with his head in his arms and rushed to the main road. He ran into a handsome black young man riding on a smooth-coat chestnut stallion. He and a beautiful a gray horse behind him yelled at Ogden and laughed.
Ogden bounced back from the side of the horse, then ran again, his dress flying behind him, dust from head to toe, and finally he stumbled and disappeared at the end of the road.
"I think that's enough, friends," Dumbledore said. He grabbed Fan Lin's elbow.
After a while, they flew together again, and walked weightlessly through the darkness until their feet landed firmly on the ground again and returned to Dumbledore's room in the dim light.
"How is the girl in the room? I mean, Merlot..." Van Lin said immediately, and Dumbledore flicked his wand and lit some more lights.
"Mello, or whatever her name?"
"Oh, she survived," Dumbledore sat down again behind the table and motioned to Fanlin and Rutherford to sit down too.
"Ogden Apparition Back
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Arrived at the Ministry of Magic and returned with reinforcements within 5 minutes. Morfin and his father tried to resist, but they were both subdued. They were taken out of the room and were later convicted by Wiesengamo. Morfin, who has a record of assaulting Muggles, was sentenced to Azkaban to serve three years in prison. Marvolo, who wounded several Ministry employees including Ogden, was sentenced to six months in prison. "
"Marvolo?" Rutherford repeated, feeling a little strange, "I seem to know the name."
"Yes," Dumbledore smiled appreciatively, "I'm glad to see you can keep up."
"So, that old man is..." Rutherford said uncertainly, "About the Dark Lord!"
"Voldemort's grandfather, yes," Dumbledore said.
"Marvolo, his son Morfin, and his daughter Merlot are the last descendants of the Gangte family. The Gangte family is a very old family of wizards. The custom of marrying their brothers and sisters has made them all for generations. Possess a volatile and violent temperament, and is known for it. Lack of rationality coupled with a passion for nobility and luxury means that family wealth was squandered generations before Marvolo was born. He is just like you What I saw, he became poor, bad tempered, unimaginably arrogant, and cherished several treasures handed down from the family as if he cherished his own son, but he treated his daughter quite badly."
"Then Merlot," the heat leaned forward in the chair, staring at Dumbledore. "Then Merlot is...Professor. Does that mean she is... the mother of the Dark Lord?"
"Yes," Dumbledore said. "It happens that we also had a relationship with Voldemort's father just now. I wonder if you noticed it?"
"The Muggle that Morfin attacked? The man on horseback?" Rutherford suddenly reacted. He looked at Fanlin, and the latter looked clear.
"It's actually quite correct," Dumbledore said with a smile. "Yes, that is old Tom Riddle, a handsome Muggle who often rides past Gunter's house. Melo Gunter has secret, fanatical feelings for him."
"They got married later?" Fanlin said uncertainly. Although it was a luxury in his eyes, in fact he couldn't think of anyone who would be less likely to fall in love than these two people.
"I think you forgot," Dumbledore said. "Mello is a wizard. I believe that under her father's intimidation, her magical powers were not fully used. Once Marvolo and Morfin stayed obediently With Azkaban, once she gains freedom and solitude for the first time in her life, I am sure that she can completely control her ability to plan how to escape her desperate life for eighteen years."
"So, in fact, old Tom doesn't even know Merlot?" Fanlin recalled some details.
"I don't know." Dumbledore shook his head. "Perhaps, after all, Old Tom knew it was Gunter's house, and Merlot always looked at him secretly."
"It's hard to imagine..." Fanlin sighed, "In fact, I didn't even think that the two were just so simple...sloppy?"
"Can't you guess what Mello might have used to make Tom Riddle forget his Muggle partner and fall in love with her?"
"Imperial Curse?" Fanlin said without thinking. "Or is it a love pill? There are only these two possibilities, otherwise Voldemort..."
"Very good. I personally tend to think that she used love pills. I'm sure she thinks it will be more romantic and it will not be difficult to implement. On a hot day, when Riddle is riding alone, advise him to drink some water. No matter what, a few months later, in the little Hangleton village we just saw, people began to talk about a huge scandal. You can imagine the gossip, the sons of the squire and the tramp The daughter eloped."
"But the shock of the villagers is nothing compared to Mavolo. When he returned from Azkaban, he thought his daughter would cook a table of hot meals and loyally wait for him to return. But on the contrary, he Only a few inches of dust from the house appeared, and a farewell note explaining what she had done."
"As far as I know, he has never mentioned her since then. His premature death may be attributed to her running away from home-or because he hadn't learned how to feed himself. Azkaban made Marvo Luo's health became very poor, and he did not live until the day Morfin returned home."
"Where's Merlot? She...she's dead, isn't she? Didn't Voldemort grow up in an orphanage?"
"Indeed," Dumbledore said. "We have to guess here, but I don’t think it’s hard to guess what happened. You see, within a few months of their elopement and marriage, Tom Riddle returned to Little Hangleton’s house alone. Neighbors. They say that he was
deceived
and
deceived.
I’m sure he meant that he was caught in magic, and then the magic disappeared.
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After falling apart, I guess he was afraid of being treated as a neuropathy, so he dared not use such accurate words. So the neighbors, after listening to him, guessed that Melo lied to Tom Riddle to say that she was pregnant with his child, and he was forced to marry her. "
"But she did give birth to his child."
"But it was a year after they were married. She was pregnant when Tom Riddle left her."
"What went wrong?" Fan Lin asked puzzledly. "Why does the love pill fail?"
"This is another guess," Dumbledore said, "but I am sure that Melo loves her husband deeply and cannot bear to continue to use magic to control him. I believe she decided to stop taking the medicine. Maybe, She stupidly believes that in return Marvolo will fall in love with her from now on. Perhaps Melo thought he would be with her for the sake of a child. If so, she would be wrong for both. He left her , Never came back to see her, nor cared about how his son was."
The sky outside was as black as ink, and the lights in the room seemed brighter than before.
"It must be admitted that this is a tragic love story. I think my wife might like this story." Rutherford said lamentedly.
"Your wife? Kindred?"
"Oh, of course, but before that, she was a beautiful human girl. We fell in love under the church. In fact, we still have a lovely daughter..."
"A beautiful story, Mr. Rutherford."
"So, Mr. Dumbledore, what you showed me...that is, this paragraph about the dark lord's past, to be precise, it is the ancestors of the dark lord, but in this, I have not found any useful information. ."
"So, do you know this thing?" Fanlin took the Slytherin locket from his neck, "Look carefully..."
"That girl, that's the thing of the Dark Lord's mother..." Rutherford squinted, "But, what's the matter..."
"Take a closer look, Rutherford, I don't think you can show it..."
"Ok!"
Rutherford pressed the palm of his hand on the Slytherin locket, "...Um... if there is nothing wrong, he is broken, and... has been invaded by black magic... something that doesn't belong here. ..."
"What's that?" Rutherford asked, opening his eyes.
"This is the focus of our attention." Fanlin said, and with a wave of his hand, all of Voldemort's previous Horcruxes were neatly placed on the table.
Tom Riddle's diary, Slytherin's locket, Ravenclaw's crown...
"they……"
"They are all Horcruxes." Fanlin said.
"I've heard of this thing." Rutherford whispered, "The full-bodied container made by splitting the soul, as long as the soul is immortal~EbookFREE.me~The dark wizard has the ability to return here... …and so……"
"This is Voldemort's biggest hole card." Fanlin said, "and we have discovered this, and we are constantly looking for it to destroy it."
"So, in that memory..."
"You must have shown something, haven't you, Professor Dumbledore?"
"Oh, it looks like this." Dumbledore said slowly, and the meditation basin lit up again, but this time, no one put his head in, like a projection, Dumbledore stretched out his hand. , The whole picture jumped into the air.
That was when Ogden explained his son's guilt to Gunter.
The sane Marvolo was angrily showing Ogden that he belonged to the Gunter family, to be precise, the glorious past of the Slytherin family.
This is really inconsistent.
Dilapidated house, in the words of old Tom Riddle, tramp?
If it weren't for the poisonous snakes to obey him, and the last thing about Slytherin...
Gunter stretched his hand under Ogden's nose, yelling angrily for him to watch the Slytherin family's past.
But Fanlin couldn't help but put his gaze on Melo who was hiding aside.
The Gunter family...Mello Gunter...
"What did you find?"
"That ring." Fanlin said without hesitation. "The characteristics of the Slytherin family are the same as the Slytherin locket. This is in line with Voldemort's selection criteria. This is his past and the glory in his mouth. One, a descendant of Slytherin, so, Professor, you found the ring, that is, where is the Horcrux hidden?"
"Don't you know, I thought you would understand..."
"Gaunt's ancestral home?"
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