Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

"Uh...now, the current research has not...well, there is no clear evidence that the use of Emeritud will have an impact on future generations." Horace Slughorn explained hesitantly.

"Then tell me based on your own feelings." Tiera said with a smile, "Was Voldemort any different from other children when he was a student?"

"V, v, Voldemort?" Horace Slughorn asked stutteringly, "I, I, I, I don't, don't know you, what do you mean?"

"Don't you know?" Tiera asked, pretending to be confused, "Voldemort's mother, Merep Gaunt, was the squib daughter of the Gaunt family."

Seeing the curious eyes of the people around her, Tiera asked in surprise, "You really don't know? Oh, my Merlin, Voldemort has been causing trouble to the wizarding world for so long, and you don't even know his background.

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"Okay, okay, Voldemort's mother, Merlep Gaunt, fell in love with Tom Riddle, a rich, handsome and funny Muggle old man from Little Hangleton County, but neither her father nor her brother, or the rich, handsome old Muggle man,

Tom Riddle only laughed at her about this matter." Tiera continued, "But after her brother and father were arrested one after another, Merep Gaunt used Emeritud to make old Tom marry him.

Married and gave birth to little Tom Riddle, who later became the famous Voldemort."

"I don't know why Emerald lost its effect after Merope got pregnant. I guess it's because Merope thought she had given birth to a child for old Tom Riddle and stopped using the love potion."

After speaking, Jela smiled and shook her head, "This stupid woman thought that having a child would capture a man's heart. She was carried away by the strong fascination brought by Emeritud and was not smart at all.

Her brain thought that everything Old Tom Riddle showed after taking Emeritus was real and came from the love in his heart, so she was stupid enough to stop Old Tom Riddle's Emeritus.

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"The ending of the story is obvious. Old Tom Riddle abandoned her, and then Merope came to London, living in poverty... Later, on a snowy Christmas Eve, Merope

Voldemort was born in a Muggle orphanage, named Tom Marvolo Riddle, and died tragically."

After Tiera finished speaking, the entire classroom fell into silence. She didn't know whether she was immersed in Voldemort's tragic origin, or she was shocked that the father of the second generation Dark Lord in history actually slept with an out-and-out Muggle.

Even Horace Slughorn looked at Tiera in stunned silence, as if even he himself didn't know that Voldemort's origin was the same as before.

"So, Professor Slughorn." Tiera finally broke the silence, "Did you notice anything strange when little Tom Riddle, later Voldemort, was at school? For example, his

Too cold emotions are mainly reflected in frequent disregard for or violation of the human rights of others, or showing indifference and intolerance to morals and laws, or committing fraud and fun for personal gain or fun..."

"No!" said Horace Slughorn. "None of that. He was normal at school!"

"In fact, he even looks a bit like you." Horace Slughorn seemed a little angry, but he didn't dare to show it blatantly. He could only prevaricate angrily, "Just like an ordinary good student.

, nothing special about it.”

"Yes, of course he looks like me." Tiera was not angry, but said cheerfully, "Since you said so, then he has the symptoms I mentioned before."

"My emotions are indeed too cold, and I often show my indifference and indifference to morals and laws, and I often cheat and have fun for personal gain." Tiera admitted one after another.

"No, no, I...that's not what I meant." Horace Slughorn wanted to defend with some fear.

"No need to defend, Professor Slughorn." Tiera smiled and raised her hand to stop Horace Slughorn's next words.

"I know very well what kind of person I am, and I know very well what kind of person Voldemort is." Tiera chuckled and said, "After all, I have been Voldemort for a while, right?"

"Voldemort's origin can also give everyone a warning." At this time, investigator Tiera stood up and said, "A warning about not using Emeritus casually, if you don't want a Voldemort to appear among your descendants.

If so, I suggest you never use Emerutide on someone who doesn't love you, especially not have children."

All the students, except Tiera, looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

Tiera chuckled and broke the silence.

"Of course, if you don't want to become a demon like Voldemort... it's best not to drink too much of the last potion." As he spoke, investigator Tiera pointed to the last crucible——

It was the smallest crucible among all the crucibles. It was only as big as an adult's fist. The medicine inside was violently spraying out bits and pieces. The color was like molten gold. A large drop of medicine flying out from the surface looked like a goldfish.

But not a drop fell outside.

"Why don't you introduce to us what this last potion is, Professor Slughorn." Student Tiera said gently but.

Tiera did not want to embarrass Professor Horace Slughorn, he simply wanted to expose Voldemort's past and add an anchor point for Voldemort.

Voldemort has now decided to hold a ceremony to become a god, and has begun to arrange the anchor points for his return——

But the only problem is that, perhaps because of pride or inferiority, Voldemort chose to cover up his disgraceful origin and tragic past when setting up the anchor point.

Voldemort only chose to promote his own greatness, his own power, his own terror and darkness.

But this kind of anchoring alone is not enough.

Tiera looked towards the inexplicable distance, looking at Voldemort hiding in the shadows and darkness.

The so-called anchor point is to accurately position you based on the information you left in the world after you are dispersed by the power of the divine dimension.

Anchoring can be false or exaggerated, but it must be painful, unforgettable, and unforgettable not just for you but for everyone.

"Oh, oh, oh...Okay." Horace Slughorn was very happy to finally end the unpleasant topic just now, secretly wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, his face

He put on a smile again, as if Tiela's shocking and embarrassing question just now did not exist, and instantly entered the role of a good teacher, "This potion is called Fuling Potion, so some students know about Fuling Potion

Function...Miss Granger."

"It's liquid good luck," Hermione said excitedly, "It can bring you good luck!"