"When Tom Riddle was still in school, he was smart, funny and overly mature." Tierra smiled and stood on the podium and said, "But at the same time, he was too cruel and disregarded life, He's a natural antisocial personality..."

The time soon came to the second black magic class after entering December.

The weekend before this class, the Gryffindor Quidditch team had just experienced a fierce Quidditch match.

It was Ron's first time playing, and he was so nervous before the game that he wanted to give up immediately—

But just like what Harry did in the movie, Tierra also took out the small bottle containing Felicia, shook it on the dining table, and pretended to put Felicia in his breakfast orange juice , and asked Ron to pretend that he drank Felicia—

This simple psychological trick is as effective as ever.

Ron, as the gatekeeper, God came to block the gods, and the Buddha came to block the Buddha, like a solid barrier.

At the celebration banquet at the end of the Quidditch game, as in the original plot, Lavender Brown, the strong girl with brown curly hair, ran over to give Ron a big French kiss in the joyful atmosphere of the celebration party .

"It looks like she's eating his face." Ginny once commented so expressionlessly.

Harry and Hermione who were standing next to each other nodded in agreement, and Harry and Hermione even coaxed later, only Ginny didn't seem to know why she was very unhappy.

Ron and Lavender Brown's celebratory kiss went on for ten minutes—

Just like they are inside this class.

Ever since they stepped into the classroom and found a place near the corner, they have been hugging each other and kissing from time to time.

And just three days after their celebration dinner together, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny stopped making fun of Ron and Lavender Brown's kiss—

They've seen the scene weary and weary, and not only aren't in the mood to make fun of it, but they're disgusted to see them kissing together—

Maybe Ginny was right, Lavender and Ron kissed like Lavender was gnawing on Ron's face.

"Ron Weasley! Lavender Brown!" Tierra on the podium suddenly shouted, "This is not a hotel! This is not a dormitory! This is a classroom, I want to go out and kiss!"

Both Ron and Lavender jumped, then smiled mischievously, and let go of their mouths.

"Okay, then let's continue... Where did I just say... Oh, yes..." Tierra said, "Tom Riddle turned his goal to the school. He had found himself a faithful group of friends...he had a sinister and strange fascination among them, a motley assortment of men whom the weak sought for protection and the strong for glory Hybrids... In other words, they were former Death Eaters, and some of them did become Death Eaters after they left school."

"They were firmly in Riddle's hands, and they never did anything wrong in public, despite the countless sordid and seemingly unrelated incidents that occurred in their first Hogwarts career. Small accidents, the most serious of which...of course...is the opening of the secret room, which resulted in the death of a girl and the innocent punishment of Professor Hagrid." Tierra continued to explain.

"Tom Riddle seems to be very concerned about the protection of his privacy...Even with my ability, there is no way to find out more about Riddle's memories at Hogwarts, and the ones we are familiar with , after he left school, after he went through painful efforts, and after he traced the footprints of those little-known black magic." Tierra said, "It is after he became the Dark Lord or a little time before. .”

"The Death Eaters who I found and were willing to tell me and Riddle's teachers at school told me that Riddle was deeply fascinated by his grandparents...Of course it is understandable, He grew up in an orphanage after all, and of course he wants to know how he got there... He's looking desperately for anything about old Tom Riddle in all the information he can find... .Finally he had to admit that his father had never been to Hogwarts...I believe at some point he dropped his name forever and called himself 'Voldemort', but then he started Find out all about his mother—his mother, I think you may remember, the one whom he thought impossible to be a wizard, because she hadn't been able to escape human death."

"There was only one name on which he could base his search, 'Merope', which he knew from the man who ran the orphanage to be his maternal grandfather's name. Finally, through painstaking searches in the ancient wizarding genealogy, he found Slytherin found traces of the name in the list of surviving families... In the summer of his sixteenth year, he left the orphanage to which he returned every summer, and set out to find the ancestral home of his Gaunt family. Relatives... Now, students, please come closer..."

Speaking of which, Tierra took out a crystal bottle containing rotating pearl-colored memories.

"I'm very lucky to have this bottle," Tierra said with a chuckle, before pouring the shimmering liquid into the Pensieve.

A violent and pitch-black fountain rushed out of the Pensieve, as soft as the ocean or clouds, spreading towards the entire classroom.

Everyone melted like ice cubes in this ocean-like memory spring.

After being melted by the fountain of memory, everyone has a strange perspective——

It's as if they're looking at two images at the same time—

One image is of an ugly, shabby old house with cobwebs thick on the ceiling, grime in the crevices of the floor, and moldy and rotting food lying in a mess of old jars on the table.

The only light in the room comes from a single candle placed at the foot of the field of view. …

The other scene is from the outside. They saw the outside of this ugly old mansion. They saw this old mansion, who did not know what it had been through, close to the decayed base and the doorpost covered with black mildew. , and the dilapidated and repaired roof, the cause of this picture seems to be walking, and is approaching this dilapidated old house bit by bit.

Then, a hand stretched out from this field of vision and pushed open the door...

They saw a man sitting at the end of the room. The man's hair and beard were so long that they couldn't see his eyes or mouth.

He was huddled in an armchair by the fire, a wand raised in his right hand and a short knife in his left.

At the same time, in another scene, the door creaked open, and a boy came in holding an old-fashioned lantern. Both Harry and other Hogwarts students recognized him immediately: tall and pale , black hair, and handsome, that is Voldemort in his youth.

Voldemort's eyes scanned the small room slowly, then settled on the man in the armchair. They looked at each other for a few seconds, and then the man stood up straight, and the many empty bottles at his feet fell to the ground with a clatter, clanging and rolling across the floor.

"You!" the man roared, "You!"

He rushed towards Riddle in a drunken rush, wand and knife held high.

"stop."

Riddle said in Parseltongue. The man stopped abruptly at the table, knocking the musty jars onto the floor.

He stared at Riddle, and they looked at each other, and there was a long silence. The man broke the silence first.

"You said that?" asked the scruffy man.

"Yes, I said it." Riddle said relaxedly, he walked to the middle of the room and closed the door.

Riddle frowned, as if dissatisfied with the appearance of the room.

"Then who are you?"

"I'm Morfin, am I?"

"Morfin's son?"

"I am, then..."

Morfin brushed the hair from his dirty face to get a better look at Riddle, and Harry saw Merope's black ring on his right hand.

"I thought you were that Muggle," said Morfin in a low voice. "You look very much like that Muggle."

"Which Muggle?" Tom Riddle asked eagerly.

"Oh, the Muggle my sister had a crush on, the Muggle that lives in the big house over there," said Morfin, slapping the floor between them unexpectedly. "You look so much like him...Riddle...but he's old now, older than you, let me see..."

Morfin looked dizzy and shaky, still holding on to the edge of the table for support.

"He's back, look," he added stupidly.

Voldemort stared at Morfin, silently evaluating all the possibilities. Then he moved closer and asked, "Riddle is back?"

"Ah, he left her for his legal fiancée and married that filthy fellow!" said Morfin, patting the floor again. "Racked us before she ran off, where's the box? Uh, where's the Slytherin locket?"

Voldemort didn't answer. Morfin himself was in a rage again. He brandished his knife and yelled, "She disgraced us, she did, that little slut! What are you doing here asking those questions, you bitch? It's all over... all over..."

He looked away, staggering, as Voldemort stepped forward, when an unnatural darkness fell, and one of the images, that of Morfin, disappeared, while the one belonging to Voldemort continued.

Everyone could clearly see how Voldemort stretched out those dexterous white hands, as if a craftsman or a master deftly used magics such as "Legiliency", "Forgetfulness" and "Memory Alteration" to fabricate for Morfin. A completely different memory came out.

Then they watched how Voldemort picked up Morfin's wand, crossed the hill, came to the other side of the hill, and killed his own father with his uncle's wand, killed his father's legal wife, killed The eldest daughter of the Riddle family, and the youngest son of the Riddle family.

Then-

The tide of memory went back and returned to the Pensieve, and all the students stepped on the floor of the black magic classroom again.

"The memory I showed you just now...is one of the most important memories in Voldemort's life." Tierra said slowly, "He tampered with his uncle's memory, and used his uncle's Wand, killed his own father, and his father's family."

Now, there were no more discordant voices from the audience.

Everyone was overwhelmed by the fear of facing the killing.

Not even Harry.

Watching Voldemort kill his best friend—

It is a completely different feeling from seeing Voldemort kill his own father from the perspective of Voldemort, and it is a completely different shock.

The former would be sad, and painful, and angry, and hateful, but the latter—

This kind of scene of killing relatives will only make Harry feel fear and despair. Even if Voldemort is his mortal enemy, even if Harry knows that Voldemort is doing all kinds of evil, but killing his own father for no reason still makes Harry feel To suffocating, human despair.

— All the other students feel the same way.

"I preliminarily believe that Voldemort has already begun to plan his rise at this time, planning his identity as the leader of the pure-blood family." Tierra said with a smile, "All he needs is the Gaunt family... That is, the identity of the heir of the Slytherin family, without the need for a Muggle father, this is an intolerable stain for him."

"So he got rid of all the insiders." Tierra said with a smile, "at least that's what he thought...he killed his Muggle father and put the blame on his idiot Uncle, and his uncle ended up dying in Azkaban..."

"At the same time, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com He used this killing to refine a magic item that is very important to him..." Tierra smiled and stopped talking.

"Okay, students, this class is over." Tierra smiled and clapped her hands, "Let's go back, everyone."

The students looked at each other—

They all saw the same look—

fear.

The student wizards walked out of the classroom as if fleeing, and they had no communication with each other—

It wasn't until this time that they finally realized why Voldemort made their parents afraid to call him by his first name.

After the classroom was emptied, Tierra fished out the wisp of memory from the Pensieve like last time, and swallowed it lightly.

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