harleyscars Chapter 214 Voldemort's Past and Present
Chapter 214 Voldemort's Past and Present
Chapter 214 Voldemort's Past and Present
(It is recommended to watch it tomorrow morning. I don’t have enough time to finish writing the entire plot. There are too many deletions and revisions. I will update it all when I work overtime tonight. It will be more coherent when I watch it tomorrow morning. I’m very sorry. I can only post part of it in order to keep updating. , here is 5K.)
It was not yet Hogsmeade's opening time, and Ron, who was lounging in the Room of Requirement, was killing the boring time after finishing the headache of Animagus Transfiguration on Friday night.
The palm-thick tome can at least spend a whole month of Ron's free time. I remember that the ridiculously complicated alchemy formation above him is big, and the alchemy with one hand is convenient, but the most basic alchemy formation needs to be done by yourself keep in mind.
These three-dimensional three-dimensional alchemy arrays are not flat two-dimensional graphics. Delicacy and complexity are often closely related. You really can't learn alchemy without losing your hair.
His stiff body was awakened with a crackling lazy waist. Looking at Hermione beside him who was writing complicated formulas on parchment, Ron stroked her hair with some distress.
"Take a rest, it's all a day."
"Huh?" Hermione raised her head in confusion, "So fast?"
A well-timed 'grunt' sounded from her stomach, and Hermione, who finally realized that she was hungry, closed the book after writing down a series of numbers.
"Are you going to Professor Dumbledore later?"
"I wanted to go out for a stroll, but the sunset is so beautiful today."
Hermione put away the book and let go of her crossed legs, dangling her feet and looked out the window. The golden-red sun struggled and sank among the clouds, as if burning red clouds were rolling over the forest sea of the Forbidden Forest, covering the sky. end of view.
"No, of course the sunset with me is beautiful."
The stinky and shameless Ron poked his waist and opened his mouth, attracting a look of disgust.
"Oh, I was wrong." Ron cleared his throat, and then greasy said: "Every sunset is beautiful with you."
After a burst of powerless fists, the two left the room holding hands and came to the bustling restaurant. Today's dinner is still sumptuous. The sweet fragrance of roasted pumpkin pie mixed with the thick aroma of barbecue makes it difficult. Control your hands and mouth.
At [-]:[-], after a knock on the door, the door of the principal's office on the eighth floor was pushed open, and a belching Ron walked in leisurely.
"Cockroach piles of anti-human food are still on the shelves because of people like you, the principal!"
"Would you like one? This summer's special launch of the bursting cheese flavor, I can give him [-] points out of [-], it is worth a try."
Dumbledore picked up a moving candy that was almost indistinguishable from a real cockroach and stuffed it into his mouth, a smile of enjoyment appeared on his old face.
"What if there are real cockroaches in there?"
"It feels different, so you can't go wrong with it."
After hearing Dumbledore's wise answer, Ron sighed tiredly.
"Hopefully good news from Lucius."
"It is indeed good news, and there is more than one piece of it."
Dumbledore, who finally stopped eating the pile of cockroaches, covered his favorite snacks, then he got up and walked to the front of the table.
"Lucius brought the key."
"He set Bellatrix free?"
"No." Dumbledore shook his head, "Lucius, or the Malfoy family has some very special channels in the Ministry of Magic. He used a special method to get the key to the vault, so special that if he was It is found that the Malfoy family is likely to be removed from the register of pure-blood wizarding families in England."
"Then it's a bit dangerous." Ron said indifferently. Even in a small place like England, the water in the magic world is very deep. Even if there are no old monsters hidden, there are still some rules left over from ancient times. ', contract magic is far more effective than written promises.
"But we can put this matter aside for now. I found some more interesting information. Of course, there are also some memories that belong to me."
"So, to understand the enemy?"
"Yes, but no, I think we need to re-examine our enemies. I have a hunch that the reappearance of Tom will bring us some shock beyond our belief."
"But we still haven't really known what Tom was after when he formed his power."
"This is likely to be as important as the eternal life he pursues. Perhaps knowing all this, we can complete the targeted action against him before he actually returns, or in the shortest time after his return."
"Perhaps, we need to revisit Tom Riddle's past and present lives."
"It might help us a lot, come on."
Dumbledore waved his wand lightly, and an ancient stone basin slid out of a cabinet and appeared in front of them.
"We start with the very first scene."
"When Voldemort entered school?"
"I think it could be earlier."
He took out a small bottle, poured the silver-white thread of memory into the Pensieve, and without stirring countless fragments, it fainted from it and turned into a silver vortex.
The old and the young entered the world of the stone basin one after another, and a black and white strange scene was being quickly painted and colored. They stood in front of a house hidden in the shadow of an ancient tree.
The dilapidated house had already begun to lose its tiles, and the walls were covered with moss and dirt. A circle of nettles surrounded the dilapidated house, and the narrow windows could barely let in some dim light.
The wooden door of the house was ajar, with a dead snake nailed to it.
"Because of you, Morfin Gunter, who was accused of murdering old Tom Riddle's family, was released. This memory was provided to me by him. The imprisonment in Azkaban has destroyed him. Unfortunately, He is not Sirius, although the Gaunt family is also an ancient wizard family, but it is not as prominent as the Black family in modern times."
"As you can see, even 70 years ago, the Gunter family had come to such a dilapidated state."
"Let's go in, they're meeting with Mr Ogden from the Ministry now."
The door opened following Dumbledore's words, and they walked into a gloomy room. There was almost no big difference between the inside and the outside of the room. They were all the same dilapidated, not even much furniture, shabby It's scary.
A man in rags was sitting in an armchair by a smoky fire, with a little poisonous snake between his thick fingers. When they entered the house, everything began to move.
As the hissing sound came, a weird ballad sung in Parseltongue sounded, but unexpectedly, the hissing Parsel language could be understood by them, probably because it was the language of the Parsel whisperer. Memory, they can understand the meaning expressed in the snake language here.
Hiss, hiss, baby snake,
Come quickly on the ground,
You have to be especially nice to Morfin,
Or you'll be locked out of the gate.
Ron ignored the weird singing, he scanned the house, and then saw a woman in a tattered gray dress by a soot-filled stove. The stone walls have the same color.
Now she is looking for something in a pile of dirty bottles and jars. Her straight hair is dull, her skin is pale and plain, and her expression is very sad, but compared with the Morfin singing on the chair, she It looks a lot more correct, but it just lacks grooming and maintenance.
In the middle of this dilapidated house, there are two older men, one of them is also dressed in rags, it should be Morfin's father, Old Gaunt, while the other is wearing a striped swimsuit and a dress robe, stepping on The eccentric man with a pair of shoe covers was clearly a wizard who had tried and failed utterly to look like a Muggle, and he was probably the Ogden from the Ministry of Magic that Dumbledore said he was.
The two of them were not friends or acquaintances, at least they couldn't see any kindness on their faces.
"My daughter, Merope."
Gunter saw Ogden looking at the girl with a questioning look, so he introduced a sentence with a face full of reluctance.
"good morning."
Ogden's opening didn't get a response from Merope. She glanced at her father in panic, then turned her back quickly and continued to play with the bottles and jars.
"Well, Mr. Gaunt," Ogden looked away, "let's get straight to the point. We have reason to believe that your son Morfin cast a spell in front of a Muggle late last night."
With a loud bang, Merope, who heard the news, knocked a pot to the ground.
"Pick it up!" Gaunt yelled at her unceremoniously. "Why, get down on the ground like a dirty Muggle? What's your wand for, you useless bastard!"
The sudden roar made Ogden quickly try to dissuade him, but at this time Merope had already picked up the jar, and her face turned red and white after hearing her father's roar, which made her loosen her hand holding the jar , The jar fell to the ground again.
She took out her wand tremblingly, pointed at the pot and whispered a spell in a panic, and the pot hit the opposite wall and split in two.
Morfin, sitting by the fire, let out a piercing giggle, and Gaunt shrieked, "Fix it! You useless big fool! Fix it!"
The weird performances of this family reveal a sense of discomfort and awkwardness everywhere. This place is not like a home, but like a cage inhabited by distorted figures.
There is no trace of so-called 'love' here, at least for Merope.
Ogden helped repair the jar, but Merope didn't make a sound. She silently arranged the jar, and then stuck it on the wall next to the stove, as if wanting to integrate with the wall.
"Mr. Gaunt," Ogden said again after dealing with these matters, "as I said, the reason for my trip is—"
"I understood it the first time!" Gaunt said angrily, "So what? Morfin just taught a Muggle a lesson, so what?"
"Morfin violated wizard law." Ogden said seriously, he was not frightened by Gaunt's appearance.
"Morfin violated the wizarding law." Gaunt imitated Ogden's voice, but dragged his tone, showing a sense of arrogance, and Morfin who was on the side also laughed at this time.
"He gave a filthy Muggle some color and look, what, it's illegal now?"
Gaunt, who seemed to be still immersed in a certain distant time, didn't think he was living in the present, and he asked Ogden to take out a small roll of parchment with his disdainful opening.
"Yes, I'm afraid so."
"What is this, his sentence?"
"Summoned him to the Ministry of Magic for interrogation—"
"Summon!" Gaunt interrupted Ogden gruffly, "Summon?"
"Who do you think you are, dare to summon my son?"
"I am the captain of the Magic Law Enforcement Team." Ogden said calmly without fear.
"You think we're scumbags?" screamed the enraged Gaunt, approaching Ogden, poking his chest with a dirty, panicked finger, "A call from the Ministry of Magic, We're gonna have to run over there? Do you know who you're talking to, you nasty little Mudblood, huh?"
Gaunt waved his hand, and he revealed a simple black gemstone ring on his middle finger. The appearance of this ring made Dumbledore take a step forward, but soon, he stood beside Ron again.
"Things that are important to you?" Ron asked knowingly, and the angry performance on the side was not fun, it was just the nonsense of a crazy old man full of pure blood and pure ideas.
"That's the ring of the Gaunt family."
Dumbledore was silent for a moment, at which point Gaunt called out a name.
"—The gem is engraved with the coat of arms of admiring Lear!"
"Three Death Brothers? If I remember correctly, Harry and I saw this name when we looked up the origin of the Invisibility Cloak."
"Yes, that's right, the Invisibility Cloak, the Elder Wand." Dumbledore pointed at his elder wand, and then pointed to the ring, "The Resurrection Stone."
"It seems that it has been transformed into a Horcrux by Voldemort, right?"
"Why do you think so?"
"Because Voldemort was born in an orphanage, but Hogwarts doesn't read bedtime stories to little wizards."
Dumbledore laughed. Voldemort knew far less about the wizarding world than he thought.
"I also don't think he discovered the secret of the stone, at least when he got the ring, I don't think he did."
As they spoke, Gaunt was showing Ogden the necklace around her daughter's neck. On the golden chain hung a heavy locket with a beautifully embossed little snake and an S. letter.
Ogden prevented Gunter from showing him the glory of the ancient, honorable, and long-inherited Gunter family even if he wanted to strangle his daughter, because these don't explain anything. This kind of twisted pride that belongs to pure blood lies in The world today is useless.
A tinkling of bells and the clatter of horses' hooves interrupted the quarrel in the house, and a loud whisper came from an open window.
The path leading to the village was apparently very close to, or next to, the house.
Gaunt was stunned, he listened attentively, his eyes widened, and Morfin hissed, a greedy expression appeared on his face, and Merope, who was forgotten aside, she His face was terribly pale.
"My God, what a sight!" A girl's clear voice was heard by all, "Tom, can't your father tear down that little shabby shed?"
"That's not ours," said a young man, "everything on the other side of the valley belongs to our house, but that little shabby house belongs to an old tramp named Gaunt and his boys, who's crazy Yes, you should have heard what the villagers were saying about him—"
These Muggle words seemed to irritate Morfin, but before he jumped up, Gaunt warned him in hissing Parseltongue: "Sit still!"
"Tom," the girl's voice came again with the ringing of the bell, "I'm not mistaken, did someone nail a snake to that door?"
"Yes, you read that right," the young man named Tom returned, "it must be the son who did it, I told you, he is not in the right mind, don't look at him, Cecilia, dear of."
With the tinkling of bells, the sound of horseshoes gradually faded away.
"Honey." Mofin looked at Merope and whispered in a Parseltongue, with a trace of mockery and teasing in his voice, "He calls her honey, it seems he won't want you anymore."
Merope's face instantly turned pale. If she hadn't been leaning against the wall, she would have fallen to the ground.
"What's the matter?" snapped Gaunt in Parseltongue, his eyes on his son, then on his daughter. "What did you say, Morfin?"
"She liked to watch that Muggle," said Morfin, staring at her sister with a malicious look on his face, "and every time that Muggle passed, she watched him over the fence in the garden, didn't she? Last night—"
Morfin shook his head in disregard of Merope's pleading, and continued mercilessly: "She's standing outside the window, waiting to see the Muggle ride home, isn't she?"
"Wandering outside the window, waiting to see a Muggle?" Gaunt whispered, his tone full of disbelief.
"Is this true?" The disbelief turned into an unquenchable anger, Gaunt said gloomily, and took a step closer to the terrified daughter, "My daughter—Salazar Slytherin pure-blood descendant of a filthy, vile Muggle?"
"You nasty little Squib! You dirty scum!"
While Morfin was giggling and boasting that he had taught the Muggle a lesson, Gaunt pounced on Merope and grabbed Merope's neck, as if trying to crush his daughter to death.
A chaotic fight ensued, with Ogden preventing Gaunt from hurting Merope, but he too was thrown out of the house by a hail of jinxes.
The world around them began to change, but they did not exit the Pensieve, but entered a world that was also frozen.
(End of this chapter)