v2 Chapter 1075： Terrible Voldemort (reward for college entrance exam)

"The next conversation was completed by the snakes." Dumbledore said that he had a snap and a white wave spread quickly. "I later figured out how to figure out what they were saying, what you heard next. It’s all the language I translated.”

Ai Wen didn't talk, just thinking, can the memory that has been extracted be modified?

Even if this memory is not Dumbledore's own, it does not seem to have much problem.

The strength of the principal is really amazing. You see him through yourself, but you will soon discover that it is only part of it.

Just as a blind person feels like a elephant, he can never say a complete outline.

There is a lot of magic, not Dumbledore, but he doesn't bother to use it.

At this point, Voldemort is not as good as him, and Evan is far worse.

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

Tall, black hair, pale, handsome, he is Juvenile Voldemort, fifteen-year-old Tom Riddle!

It’s really a life that can be eaten by the face, but I have to transform myself into a monster.

Voldemort's gaze moved slowly through the dirty room and found Morfin on the armchair.

They looked at each other for a few seconds, and Morfin staggered and stood up. Many of the bottles at the feet were ping pong, and the locals rolled around.

"You!" he muttered, "you!"

Mouffin slammed into Riddle, holding his wand and a knife.

"Stop!" Riddle said in a snake's mouth.

Morfin couldn't help but slammed into the table, and the moldy rust pot fell to the ground.

He stared at Riddle, who looked at each other for a long time. In the end, Morfin broke the silence.

"What would you say?"

"Yes, I will say." Riddle entered the room and the door closed behind him.

There is no fear that normal people should have, his face shows disgust, and maybe there is disappointment.

"Where is Marvoro?" he asked.

"Dead!" the other said, and the voice was a bit strange. "It has been dead for many years, isn't it?"

"Who are you?" Riddle frowned.

"I am Morfin!"

"The son of Mavolo?"

"Of course..." Morfin pushed the hair off his dirty face, so he could see the Riddle.

Although the light was dim, Ivan saw a black gemstone ring on his right hand with Mavolo.

It seems that this heirloom was left before his old father died.

Riddle apparently noticed this too, and his eyes moved to Morfin's right hand.

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

"Which Muggle?" Riddle asked sharply.

"The Muggle that my sister is fascinated with, the Muggle that lives in the opposite big house." Morfin said, unexpectedly sipping a sip on the ground between the two. "You look like him, Riddle. But he is getting older now, isn't he? It's been so long, he is bigger than you, I think of it, everything is as clear as yesterday..."

Morfin seemed to be a little dizzy, he shook a bit, but threw it at the table.

"He is back, know." He added a stupid sentence.

Voldemort stared at Morfin as if he was estimating his potential.

Then he approached a few and asked at the height of the book, "Is Riddle back?"

"He abandoned my sister, a man ran back, my sister deserved, married to the garbage!" Morfin broke a bite on the ground again. "She didn't know where she was dead, but also grabbed our things and fled at her." Before! The locket, oh, where did Slytherin’s lock box go?”

He seemed to be asking Voldemort, Voldemort did not speak, and Morfin was angry again.

"Throwing our face, she, the little slut! Who are you? Come here to ask these questions? All passed, isn't it? All passed? Everything is over!" he shouted with a short knife.

He removed his gaze and his body swayed slightly.

Voldemort stepped forward, when an unusual darkness came, engulfing Voldemort's oil lamp and Morfin's candle, engulfing everything, this is not a normal light.

Ai Wen stunned and passed through the dark screen. He seemed to see Voldemort use a magic.

Dumbledore's hand clutched Ai Wen's arm and the two flew back to reality.

“What about these?” asked Ai Wen.

"Yes, Morfin can't think of anything since then," said Dumbledore. "We can know that when he woke up the next morning, he was lying alone on the ground, and Mavolo's ring was gone. That is the ring we are looking for."

Ai Wen didn't interrupt, waiting for Dumbledore to continue.

"At the same time, in the village of Little Hangleton that morning, a maid screamed wildly on the street, saying that there were three bodies in the living room of the big house: the old Tom Riddle and his parents, the Muggle authorities could not do anything. As far as I know, they still don't know how the Riddle family died, because the Avadasto curse generally does not leave any scars." Dumbledore went on to say, "The Ministry of Magic immediately knows that it is under the wizard. Poisoned, they also know that a person who has always hated Muggles lives opposite the Riddle family, and this person has been in prison for attacking a victim in the case."

"Then the Ministry of Magic found Morfin, who didn't use it to interrogate. Without vomiting or taking care of him, he immediately confessed, providing details that only the murderer knew, and said that he was proud to kill those Muggles, saying He has been waiting for this opportunity for many years. His magic wand was immediately proved to be a murder weapon for the Riddle family. He did not resist and was taken to Azkaban. The only thing that made him uneasy was his father’s The ring is gone. He will kill me. He repeatedly said to the person who arrested him that I lost his ring and he will kill me. It seems to be all his next words, he is in Azkaband After the rest of his life, mourning the loss of Mavolo’s last heirloom, the family’s glory has since disappeared. He was finally buried next to the prison and buried with other poor people who died in prison.”

"Voldemort killed his father and his grandparents?" Avon said, "Use Morfin's wand?"

Although I already know about it, I still feel chilling when I say it now.

Many people have said to Ai Wen that he is as talented as the Voldemort in his youth. He is an outstanding wizard.

But from the picture I just saw, this is the second time Ivan has seen Tom Riddle after the diary.

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

These together, Ivan can be sure that he is not as good as Voldemort.