The rest of the conversation is done by Parseltongue. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Dumbledore said, snapping his fingers, a white ripple spreading rapidly, "I later figured out what they were talking about, and the next thing you heard was the language I translated." ”

Ai Wen didn't speak, just wondered, could the memories that had been extracted also be modified?

Even though the memory wasn't Dumbledore's, it didn't seem like much of a problem.

The headmaster's strength is truly astonishing, you yourself can see through him, but you will soon find out that it is only part of it.

It's like a blind man touching an elephant, never able to tell the full outline.

There was a lot of magic, not that Dumbledore wouldn't, but that he didn't bother to use it.

At this point, Voldemort is inferior to him, and Evan is even worse.

In front of them, the door creaked open, and a boy stood in the doorway, carrying an old-fashioned oil lamp.

Tall, dark-haired, pale, and handsome, he was teenage Voldemort, fifteen-year-old Tom Riddle!

It's true, a life that can completely rely on your face to eat, but you have to transform yourself into a monster.

Voldemort's gaze slowly moved through the dirty room, spotting Morfin in the armchair.

They stared at each other for a few seconds, and Morfin staggered to his feet, the many bottles at his feet ping-pong and clanging.

"You!" he roared, "you!"

Drunken, Muffin lunged at Riddle, wand and dagger aloft.

"Stop!" Riddle said in a parseltongue.

Morfin couldn't stop and slammed into the table, and the moldy rusty pot fell to the ground.

He glared at Riddle, and they looked at each other for a long time, and finally, Morfin broke the silence first.

"Would you say something like that?"

"Yes, I would say. Riddle walked into the room, and the door closed behind him.

There was no fear that a normal person should have, and his face showed disgust and perhaps disappointment.

"Where's Marvolo?" he asked.

"Dead!" said the other man, his voice a little strange, "It's been dead for years, hasn't it?"

"And who are you?" Riddle frowned.

"I'm Moffin!"

"Marvolo's son?"

"Of course......" Morfin pushed away the hair on his dirty face, looking at Riddle.

Although the light was dim, Aven could see at a glance that he was wearing Marvolo's black gemstone ring on his right hand.

It seems that before his old father died, he still kept this family heirloom.

Riddle apparently noticed this as well, and his gaze shifted to Morfin's right hand.

"I thought you were the Muggle!" Morfin whispered, "You look like that Muggle." ”

"Which Muggle?" asked Riddle snapped.

"The Muggle my sister was obsessed with, the Muggle who lived in the big mansion across the street. Morfin said, spitting unexpectedly on the ground between the two, "You look just like him, Riddle." But he's older now, isn't it? It's been so long, he's older than you, and I remember it, everything is as clear as it was yesterday......"

Morfin seemed a little dizzy, and he shook a little, but threw it against the edge of the table.

"He's back, you know. He added stupidly.

Voldemort stared at Morfin as if estimating his potential.

Then, he got a little closer and asked condescendingly, "Riddle is back?"

"He abandoned my sister and ran back alone, my sister deserved it, married to trash!" Morfen smacked the ground again, "She didn't know where she died in the end, and she robbed us of our things, before she escaped!

He seemed to be asking Voldemort, but Voldemort didn't speak, and Morfin became angry again.

"Shame on us, she, that little slut! Who are you, come here to ask these questions, it's all over, isn't it? it's all over!" he shouted, brandishing his dagger.

He looked away, his body swaying slightly.

Voldemort stepped forward, and at this moment an abnormal darkness struck, engulfing Voldemort's oil lamp and Morfin's candle, engulfing everything, which was not a normal light.

Evan was stunned for a moment, and through the darkness, he seemed to see Voldemort using a spell.

Dumbledore's hand gripped Aven's arm tightly, and the two flew back into reality.

"That's all?" Evan asked.

"Yes, Morfin can't remember what happened after that. "All we can know is that he woke up the next morning with a man lying on the ground, and Marvolo's ring was missing, the one we were looking for." ”

Evan didn't interject, waiting for Dumbledore to continue.

"Meanwhile, that morning in Little Hangleton, a maid was screaming and running down the street, saying that there were three bodies in the living room of the big house: Tom Riddle Sr. and his parents, and the Muggle authorities were at a loss. As far as I know, they still don't know how the Riddles died, as the Avada Curse generally doesn't leave any scars. Dumbledore continued, "But the Ministry of Magic knew at once that it was a witch's murder, and they also knew that a Muggle-hating man lived across the street from Riddle's house, and that he had been in prison for assaulting one of the victims of the crime. ”

The Ministry of Magic then approached Morfin, but without any interrogation, no truth potion or deception, he immediately confessed, providing details known only to the murderer, and saying that he was proud to have killed the Muggles, and that he had been waiting for this opportunity for years. The wand he handed over was immediately proven to be the murder weapon for the Riddle family, and he did not resist and was obediently taken into Azkaban, the only thing that disturbed him was that his father's ring was missing. He will kill me, and he has repeatedly said to his captors that I lost his ring and he will kill me. Those seemed to be all he had to say, and he spent the rest of his life in Azkaban, mourning the loss of Mavolo's last family heirloom, the family's honour was gone, and he was finally buried next to the prison, along with the other poor people who died in prison. ”

"Voldemort killed his father and his grandparents?" said Aven, "with Morfin's wand?"

Although I already knew about it, it still makes people shudder to say it now.

Many people have told Evan that he was as talented as Voldemort in his youth, and that he was a brilliant wizard.

But from what he just saw, this was the second time Evan had seen Tom Riddle since his diary.

Not a soul fragment, much more real and complete than the last time, and the things he did.

Taken together, Evan can be sure that he is inferior to Voldemort.