Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

"When Tom Riddle was still in school, he was a smart, funny and overly mature person." Tiera said while standing on the podium with a smile, "But at the same time, he was overly cruel and indifferent to life.

He is a natural antisocial personality..."

Time quickly came to the second black magic class after December.

The weekend before this lesson, the Gryffindor Quidditch team had just experienced an intense Quidditch match.

It was Ron's first time playing. Before the game, he was so nervous that he wanted to give up right away——

But just like Harry once did in the movie, Tiera also took out the small bottle containing the Fuling Potion, shook it on the dining table, and pretended to put the Fuling Potion into his breakfast orange juice.

, and asked Ron to pretend that he drank the Fuling potion——

This simple psychology trick is as effective as ever.

As the gatekeeper, Ron blocks the gods and the Buddha blocks the Buddha, just like a solid barrier.

At the celebration party at the end of the Quidditch match, just like the original plot, Lavender Brown, the sturdy girl with curly brown hair, ran over and gave Ron a big French kiss in the joyful atmosphere of the celebration party.

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"Looks like she's eating his face," Ginny once commented with a deadpan expression.

Harry and Hermione, who were standing nearby at the time, nodded in agreement. Harry and Hermione even started coaxing her later, but Ginny seemed to be unhappy for some reason.

Ron and Lavender Brown's kiss at the celebration banquet lasted for ten minutes——

Just like they are in this class.

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

Only three days had passed since their celebration party together, and Harry, Hermione and Ginny had stopped teasing Ron and Lavender Brown about their kiss——

They were tired and tired of watching this scene. Not only were they not in the mood to make fun of them, but they also felt disgusted when they saw them kissing together——

Maybe Ginny was right, the way Lavender and Ron kissed looked like Lavender was chewing on Ron's face.

"Ron Weasley! Lavender Brown!" Tiera suddenly shouted from the podium, "This is not a hotel! This is not a dormitory! This is a classroom, I want to kiss you!"

Ron and Lavender both jumped, then smiled coquettishly, and each let go of their mouths.

"Okay, let's continue... Where did I just talk... Oh, right..." Tiera said, "Tom Riddle turned his target to the school.

He found a group of loyal friends... He had an evil and strange charm among this group of people. They gathered all kinds of people. The weak sought protection and the strong sought glory.

A hybrid... In other words, they are the predecessors of Death Eaters, and some of them did become Death Eaters after leaving school."

"They were firmly in the hands of Riddle and never did anything wrong in public, even though countless dirty things happened in their early years at Hogwarts that seemed to have nothing to do with them.

Small accidents, the most serious one... of course... was the opening of the secret room, which led to the death of a girl and the innocent punishment of Professor Hagrid." Tiera continued to explain.

"Tom Riddle seems to be very concerned about protecting his privacy... Even with my ability, there is no way to find out more about Riddle's memories at Hogwarts, and as we all know

, it was what happened after he left school, after painstaking efforts, and after he traced the footprints of those little-known black magic." Tiera said, "That is, it happened after he became the Dark Lord or a little before.

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"The Death Eaters and Riddle's teachers at school that I could find and were willing to tell me told me that Riddle was deeply fascinated by his ancestors... Of course this is understandable,

After all, he grew up in an orphanage, and of course he wanted to know how he got there...He desperately searched for stories about old Tom Riddle in whatever information he could find...

.In the end he was forced to admit that his father had never been to Hogwarts... I believe that was when he gave up his name forever and called himself 'Voldemort', but then he began

Searching for all the stories about his mother - his mother, I think you may remember, was someone he considered impossible to become a wizard because she had not been able to escape human death."

"The only name he could use as a basis for searching was 'Melop'. He knew from the person who ran the orphanage that this was his grandfather's name. Finally, through the arduous search for the ancient wizard genealogy, he found out

Traces of this name were found in the list of Slytherin's still living families... In the summer when he was sixteen, he left the orphanage where he went back every summer and set out to find his Gaunt family.

Relatives...Now, classmates, please come closer..."

As she spoke, Tiera took out a crystal bottle containing rotating pearl-colored memories.

"I am very lucky to have collected this bottle," Tiera said with a chuckle, then poured the shimmering liquid into the pensieve.

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

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

After being dissolved by the spring water of memory, everyone has a strange perspective——

It's like they're looking at two images at the same time -

One picture is of an ugly, shabby old house. The ceiling of the room is thickly covered with spider webs, the cracks in the floor are filled with dirt, and moldy and rotten food lies on the table in a pile of old jars.

The only light inside the room comes from a single candle placed at the foot of the frame's field of view...

The other scene was from outside. They saw the outside of this ugly old mansion. They saw that this ancient mansion that had gone through something unknown had a rotten base and door pillars covered with black mold.

, and the dilapidated and patched roof, the career in this picture seems to be walking, approaching this dilapidated old house little by little.

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 and mouth.

He huddled in an armchair by the fire, holding a wand 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 holding an old-style lantern came in. Both Harry and other students at Hogwarts recognized him immediately: tall and pale.

, black hair, handsome appearance, that is Voldemort in his youth.

Voldemort's eyes slowly swept across the small room, and then stopped on the man in the armchair. They looked at each other for a few seconds, and then the man stood up straight, and many empty bottles clattered at his feet.

He fell to the ground and rolled across the floor with a clanking sound.

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

He rushed towards Riddle drunkenly, holding his wand and knife high.

"stop."

Riddle said in snake language. The man stopped suddenly at the table and knocked the moldy jars to the floor.

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

"Did you say that?" the slovenly man asked.

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

Riddle frowned and seemed dissatisfied with the appearance of the room.

"So who are you?"

"I'm Morfin, am I?"

"Morfin's son?"

"I am, then..."

Morfin pushed the hair away from his dirty face to get a better look at Riddle, and Harry saw that he was wearing Merope's black ring on his right hand.

"I thought you were that Muggle." Morfin whispered, "You look very much like that Muggle."

"Which Muggle?" Tom Riddle asked eagerly.

"Oh, that Muggle my sister has a crush on, the Muggle who lives in the big house over there." Morfin said, unexpectedly slapping the floor between them. "You look so much like him...

....Riddle...but he is old now, older than you, let me think about it..."

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

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

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

"Ah, he left her, took his legal fiancée, and married that filthy fellow!" Morfin said, slapping the floor again. "Before she ran away and ransacked us, where's the box? Uh,

Where is Slytherin’s little box?”

Voldemort didn't answer. Morfin himself fell into a rage again. He waved his knife and shouted, "She shamed us, she did it, that little slut! Why are you here asking those questions, you bitch?"

It's over...it's all over..."

He looked away, shaking, and Voldemort stepped forward. At this time, an unnatural darkness fell. One of the pictures, that of Morfin, disappeared, but the picture belonging to Voldemort continued.

Everyone clearly watched how Voldemort stretched out his dexterous white hands, and like a craftsman or master, used "Legilimency", "Forgetfulness" and "Memory Change" and other magics to make up stories for Morfin.

A completely different memory emerged.

Then they watched how Voldemort picked up Morfin's wand, crossed the mountain, came to the other side of the hillside, and used his uncle's wand to kill his own father, his father's legal wife, and

The eldest daughter of the Riddle family, and the younger 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 just showed you... is one of the most important memories in Voldemort's life." Tiera said slowly, "He tampered with his uncle's memory and used his uncle's

The magic wand killed his biological father and his father’s family members.”

This time, there was no longer any discordant sound in the audience.

Everyone was shaken by the fear of facing murder.

Even Harry is no exception.

Seeing Voldemort kill his best friend——

It was a completely different feeling and a completely different shock than watching Voldemort kill his biological father from his perspective.

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

This kind of scene of parricide will only make Harry feel fear and despair. Even if Voldemort is his mortal enemy, even if Harry knows that Voldemort does all kinds of evil, killing his biological father for no reason still makes Harry feel...

To the suffocating, human despair.

——All other students feel the same way.

"I initially believe that Voldemort has already begun planning his rise at this time and planning his identity as the leader of the pure-blood family." Tiera said with a smile, "All he needs is the Gaunt family...

That is, as the heir of the Slytherin family, he does not need to have a Muggle father. This is an intolerable stain for him."

"So he solved all the insiders." Tiera said with a smile, "At least that's what he thought... He killed his Muggle father and framed the blame on his idiot.

Uncle, and his uncle eventually died in Azkaban..."

"At the same time, he used this killing to refine a magic item that was very important to him..." Tiera smiled and stopped talking.

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

The students looked at each other——

They all saw the same expression——

fear.

The student wizards fled out of the classroom without any communication between them——

Only then did they finally realize why Voldemort made their parents afraid to call him by his first name.

After the classroom was cleared, Tiera fished out the memory from the pensieve and swallowed it gently like she did last time.