Vol 2 Chapter 1090:

"He believes he is special."
"Yes, Riddle is very happy to believe that he is-in his words-‘special’," Dumbledore said.
"Did you know—at that time?" Fanlin asked with a frown. In his eyes, it was obvious that Tom had shown his unknown brutality from a very young age, and Dumbledore obviously...
"Did I know that I saw the most dangerous dark wizard so far?" Dumbledore said, "No, I didn't know he would become what he is now. However, he did arouse my interest at the time. After returning to Hogwarts, I have been paying close attention to him. Since I knew at the time that he was so lonely and helpless, I should have done something for him no matter what, and now I have realized Now, what I should do is not only for him, but also for other people."
Dumbledore said faintly, "His power, as you heard, was already very good at the time. For such a young wizard, it was very amazing-extremely intriguing and ominous-he had already discovered I have a way to control them, and I start to use them consciously. And as you can see, this is not just a typical young wizard’s random experiment: he has used magic on other people to intimidate, punish, To manipulate. The hanged rabbit, and the two boys and girls who were lured into the cave by him, these stories are very thought-provoking...'If I want to, I can hurt them'..."
"And he's a snakelike voice," Fanlin interrupted. "This ability is unique to the Slytherin family, right?"
"Yes, it is true; it is a rare ability, and it is easily reminiscent of black magic, but as we know, great and kind wizards also have a snakelike voice. In fact, his ability to talk to snakes is not It didn't disturb me. What disturbed me was his obvious cruelty, cover-up and control instinct."
"Instinct?" Fanlin repeated, and then looked at the scene in the basin thoughtfully. Since childhood, Tom's desire for control has been very strong, which is not a good thing.
"Time is playing tricks on us again," Dumbledore pointed to the dark sky outside the window, "but I would like to remind you to pay attention to certain features in the scene just now. This will be the next few meetings with us. The issues to be discussed are extremely relevant."
"First, I hope you have noticed Riddle's reaction when I mentioned that another person used the same name'Tom' as him."
Fanlin nodded.
"Anything that connects him with others and makes him ordinary, he is ashamed of it. Even then, he wanted to be different, unique, and even notorious from others. After that conversation was short. In the past few years, he abandoned his name and, as you know, created the mask of'Voldemort', which has been worn for so long."
"I believe you have noticed too. Tom Riddle was already extremely complacent, secretive, and apparently isolated at the time. He did not help or accompany him when he went to Diagon Alley. He would rather act alone. The same is true for Voldemort as an adult. You will hear many Death Eaters claiming that they are his cronies, and only they can approach him and even understand him. But they were cheated. Voldemort never had a friend, and I believe he never wanted to have a friend. ."
"And in the end—I hope you are not too sleepy, pay attention to this—Tom Riddle liked to collect loot when he was a kid. You saw the box hidden in his room, which was specially used to store his stolen items. They were snatched from the children he bullied. They were all with a particularly unpleasant magic—let’s say—souvenirs. Remember his little hobby, because to a large extent, this It will become very important in the future."
"As we said, the choice of Horcruxes, Professor." Fanlin nodded, "But, where is that hiding? I think..."
"The ancestral home of the Gunter family!" Dumbledore hesitated and said, "I can only think of it there. Put his grandfather Marvolo's ring..."
"Wait, Professor Dumbledore, you said that Marvolo did not support Morfin to come back from Azkaban, but there is no doubt that Morfin finally came out of Azkaban alive, did he?"
"Those counts are not enough to sentence a wizard to death."
"So, Morfin...he has been staying in the ancestral home of the Gunter family?"
"Oh, yes, and he met with Tom." Dumbledore said, groping with his hands in his arms, and after a while he took out a small bottle with a silver memory thread inside.
"Morfin's memory?" Fanlin looked at Dumbledore in disbelief. "How did you get it?"
"The ghost of Morfin," Dumbledore said. "In the end he chose to leave. In fact, in his opinion, the purity of the Slytherin bloodline cannot be guaranteed.
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Yu Shi didn't make much sense anymore. When I saw him, he had been wandering in the cemetery..."
"what about others?"
"No more. In fact, I was very surprised. Morfin would choose to give me this memory."
Dumbledore said, opening the bottle cap in his hand and pouring his memories into the Pendant Basin.
Needless to say Dumbledore, it was natural that Fanlin immersed himself in it.
It's still a familiar scene. Little Hangleton belongs to Gunter's house, but unlike when he came before, it is no longer as clean as it used to be.
Perhaps it was because Merlot was gone and no one cleaned it. The poor Slytherin family didn’t even have a house-elf. It seemed that the Gunter family had been completely reduced to the dust of history, even though there was Merlot on Voldemort Gunter's blood, but in front of the Slytherin family, this is simply a shame.
Morfin looked extremely old, perhaps it was the experience of Azkaban that left a deep impression on him, or perhaps it was the death of Marvolo that made Morfin desperate for life.
Fanlin stood opposite and watched quietly, looking at Morfin shrinking in his chair.
In this way, he is the same as Voldemort's grandfather, Mavolo, can it be said that he is a father and son?
The kettle rustled on the stove beside, as if trying to wake his master to lift him off the fire.
However, this seemed to disturb Morfin's water surface. Fanlin saw the kettle bang and exploded, and then the hot water scattered to the ground.
"Boom boom boom... boom boom boom..."
There was a rhythmic knock on the door, breaking the cleanliness of Gunter's ancestral home.
"Who?" Morfin said impatiently, "Leave here, this is not a place for you to come."
With that, Morfin didn't mean to stand up at all.
There was a moment of silence outside the door, and then a rhythmic knock on the door came as usual.
But Morfin didn't have the mind to pay attention to it. With a finger with the magic wand, the room immediately became clean.
However, Fanlin could still feel that there were people outside through the slight vibration of the door panel.
The house fell into a dead silence here, Fanlin did not ask, but waited patiently.
Will Voldemort be turned away?
Just kidding, even Hogwarts, Voldemort can directly come in. Although it has to pay a certain price, there is no doubt that Fanlin doesn't think Morfin's attitude and magic can stop him.
Not long after, the door opened with a creak.
When Tom Riddle's handsome face appeared at the door, Fan Lin couldn't help but sigh when he saw this scene.
Obviously Tom is a guy who can eat with his face, but, on the contrary, God has given him enough talent, and then asked him to transform himself into an inhuman and ghostly appearance, and even a complete monster later.
Yes, it was a monster. Fanlin couldn't think of any good adjectives like Tom's body.
Since he put on Voldemort's mask, everything has become like this.
Voldemort, oh no, it should be said that Tom Riddle was standing at the door, his cold eyes scanned the dirty cabin, and then he found Morfin nestled in the chair.
The old dirty middle-aged man, the man who was supposed to be the husband of his mother Melo.
As if dissatisfied with Morfin's neglect, Fanlin saw Tom Riddle's hand, and then, the magic under Morfin was broken.
For a moment, the outside sound came in, it was the sound of gentle wind and insects.
"Damn..." Morfin's anger surged into his heart, "You, how dare you..."
While talking, Morfin drew out his magic wand, and after a roar, a ray of light went straight to Tom’s face. Perhaps he hadn’t had time to see what Tom looked like, but if Morfin could see clearly, The curse would only be more vicious than the one right now.
Fanlin looked at Voldemort, he just pulled out his wand and Morfin's curse was rendered invisible.
This surprised Fan Lin very much.
Morfin, who was furious, never knew what it meant to be merciful, and as the inheritor of the Slytherin family's blood, Fanlin never underestimated the power of these people's spells, even if they looked terrible.
However, Voldemort took it very easily, and it could be seen that Voldemort was not much older than him, even...
"Fifteen-year-old Tom..." Dumbledore sighed. "He can confront an adult wizard head-on..."
Fanlin nodded, but the farce in the room did not continue.
In any case, Morfin is Voldemort’s uncle, although Fanlin is very
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I suspect that this level of identity is of any use, but at this time Voldemort, it should be said that Tom Riddle has not yet become that scary monster at this time. At least on the face, Tom is still like Hogwarts. An excellent student, the most favored student by the professor.
"Stop!"
Siha's voice came over for a while, like a poisonous snake who forbeared by the side.
Snake voice?
Because of magic, Fanlin understood what Tom was talking about. Although they were not surprised by the snake-like voice, it was obvious that Tom's behavior shocked Morfin.
Morfin seemed to be petrified, and the whole person was no longer acting. His eyes widened, staring at Tom's face.
This face made him very uncomfortable and couldn't help but...
"You would say, you would say that..."
"Oh, yes, I will." Tom said dismissively, "It's not difficult."
"It's not difficult? You learned it?"
"Oh, no, this is what I was born with." Tom said, walking into the house through the door.
It seems that he is not satisfied with the appearance of the house, and then Tom rolls it with his wand, and the dust around is swept away. Even the fragments of wine bottles and kettles scattered on the ground are restored to their original values The location of existence.
"What are you doing?" Morfin said angrily, as if to punish Tom.
But Tom's calm appearance made him hold back for a long time, but he slumped back in the chair and stared at Tom's movements angrily.
"Who are you?" Morfin looked at it for a while, and finally asked the question in his mind.
But Tom did not intend to answer, but asked back, "Where is Marvolo?"
Tom's eyes were cold, he glanced at Morfin, and then focused his eyes on Morfin's hand.
"Dead," Morfin said slightly, "It has been dead for many years, I..."
"So. Who are you?" Tom's eyes became dangerous, as if Morfin's answer could not satisfy him, he would be merciless...
"I am Morfin, Morfin Gunter..."
"Gunt?" Tom repeated, "Marvolo's son?"
"Of course." Muffin paused, seeming to be aware of something wrong, and he looked at Tom carefully, "I thought you were a Muggle. You look so much like him, damn, that Muggle!"
"Muggle? What Muggle?"
"It's the Muggle in the small town," Morfin said. "The Muggle that my sister is obsessed with is in the mansion opposite."
"Living in the mansion opposite?" Tom raised his voice.
"Ah, yes, in the mansion opposite, my hopelessly stupid sister, she took Riddle to leave, and then she absolutely used magic, damn, she was just a dumb gun~www. EbookFREE.me~ But she got retribution, she married a trash."
"What do you mean?"
"The man abandoned her and returned to Little Hangleton by himself..." Morfin said, "and then she didn't know where she died, and she took away my things, the Slytherin locket, she Lost it, it, if I find it..."
"What are you talking about, what locket?"
"Slytherin's locket!" Morfin said, "that bitch, little slut, she lost the family's glory and put the family to shame, damn, she..."
Riddle didn't say a word, but quietly watched this old madman who should be his uncle vent.
Slytherin's locket...
Voldemort hasn't got him yet...
Not long after, Voldemort turned around and left, but the picture did not stop, just fell into a long pause.
"What did you give birth?" Fanlin asked, "What else did Tom do?"
"I don't know, but..." Dumbledore paused. "I think he is going to get rid of himself..."
"Old Tom Riddle?" Fanlin said in shock. "He is going..."
"Oh, yes, killing him, it didn't have much result. Tom hates his name, he is unique, no matter when..."
"But, that's his father..."
"Muggle father."
Fanlin was a little confused, so Tom killed his father himself?
"In fact, this is Morfin's confession at the Ministry of Magic, not only the old Tom Riddle, but also his grandparents. Of course, these are all Morfin confessed, confessed to murder and then..."
"Let's stop here, I have no more memories."
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