Dirty crockery and fragments of glass littered the floor;

There was an armchair beside the long-extinguished fire, with a mummy sitting on it. Snake bones were tied to the arm of the mummy like straw ropes, making it look more like a prisoner being interrogated;

Three small doors can be seen around the house, two bedrooms, and one is used as a kitchen;

There are also two clean profile portraits of bearded old men hanging on the wall, with somewhat similar faces. One of them, one of which Nietzsche had seen when he was in second grade, was an ordinary portrait of Salazar Slytherin himself.

"The only way?" Nietzsche turned around and looked at the path at the door and said to himself.

Marvolo Sisyphus once talked about the origin of little Tom Riddle, including how his mother Merope Gaunt fell in love with a Muggle, and it was also the original origin of Voldemort's hatred of Muggles.

'Maybe Riddle once passed by here, maybe Merope fell in love with that Muggle here. ’ he thought to himself.

Nietzsche shook his head and used Occlumency to break free from Merope's perspective... Maybe it was a sequelae?

But when he came back to his senses and started looking for other clues, something horrifying happened to him: the mummy that had just been sitting in the armchair disappeared.

It disappeared quietly and suddenly, as if it was an illusion he had seen before, and then he found that the old man's face next to the portrait of Salazar Slytherin turned his head.

"Morfin! Morfin!" the old man shouted, "is he that bastard?"

"Hiss--"

Nietzsche looked where the sinister brown eyes were looking and saw that the skinny mummy was holding a woodcutter in his left hand and a magic wand in his right hand.

Maybe the other person's throat was no longer able to speak. When Nietzsche heard a series of snake-like hissings, he immediately grasped it firmly forward with his left hand and instantly bent the fragile neck back.

But even though it was so deadly, the mummy named Morfin still fired a magic.

Nietzsche gently raised the beam with his lightsaber, and used rune magic to twist the beam into a beautiful blue arc before it touched his body.

"Morfin...my poor child." The old man in the portrait opened his mouth full of yellow teeth and cursed at Nietzsche, "You bastard! A robber who broke into a private house, the Gaunt family does not have Muggle blood like you. of rubbish!”

Who was the last person to speak like this?

In Nietzsche's impression, the last group of people who commented on their own bloodline were either dead or disabled.

"It doesn't seem to be him, Dad." Morfin bent down and shook his head hard again, "He didn't use that magic to torture me... It's not easy, a living person came to find him."

Before he could finish his words, Nietzsche locked his throat and lifted him into the air, beat him up and down like a sandbag, and finally threw him under the beam of light coming from the door.

But it turns out that this thing is not an inferi at all. Not only can it talk, but it can also laugh happily in the sun.

What's even weirder is that it doesn't matter whether Nietzsche chokes the opponent, uses a lightsaber to cut off the opponent's arms when the old man curses, or uses gravity magic to squeeze... it doesn't matter, any injury can be recovered.

"Idiot, you can't kill me." Morfin retreated to the door and turned his withered face outward, as if enjoying the warmth of the sun before it set.

He gave up without any further resistance, and even threw the wand and rusty hatchet at Nietzsche's feet.

"The Gaunt family? You are talking about Merope's son." Nietzsche stepped forward, broke the wand with his heel, and said to the lifeless mummy, "It seems that Voldemort has been here before."

"Volde...what? Voldemort?" The old man in the portrait had never heard of this name.

But this is normal. When he was a student, Voldemort was not as crazy as he later was. He was concentrating on the dark magic of 'immortality' in a corner that Dumbledore could not see.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle."

"Disgusting~" The old man in the portrait curled his beard and showed a look of disgust, "She also put my name in it... She is as self-righteous as her son, a shameless thief who thinks he is a pure blood!"

The one who bore the same resemblance to Salazar Slytherin was Marvolo Gaunt, and from his words, Voldemort was looking for something, something to use as a Horcrux.

"Look what he turned my son into? An inferi! My poor son..." Gunter said angrily, "On the other hand, he asked Morfin to help the thief take care of the baby."

"What treasure?" Nietzsche asked.

But Gunter didn't reply. Instead, he bared his teeth at Morfin, and the two secretly talked in snake language that he couldn't understand.

Nietzsche had no sympathy for a pureblood who had been made into a mummy. He recognized the wand, stuck the lightsaber on the wall, swung it with his right arm, and cut the portrait of Salazar Slytherin into pieces. Became two halves.

This made Morfin sit up straight immediately, shouting and reaching out to stop him: "Dad! It's a ring! A ring passed down in our family!"

The wand stopped. If it were one second later, the lightsaber would have cut through the picture frame and torn the portrait.

"Go on," Nietzsche said ruthlessly.

"I used to violate wizarding laws because I hurt Muggles, so I spent a few years in jail... Merope ran away with the Muggles after my father and I were caught. Later, the bastard stayed with me after I returned home. Came here once.”

In order to prevent Nietzsche from making another move, Morfin also raised his right hand.

On that black finger with only skin holding bones was a diamond-shaped black gem ring. He swung the ring back and forth. There was an inconspicuous emblem on the gem.

"I looked down on that little bitch's bastard and told him to get out and find his own father." Morfin pointed in the direction, "It was that Muggle, but at that time, he had already stolen the ring."

"But I have to admit that the bastard's magic ability is stronger than my daughter's. What a pity." Gaunt added calmly.

The "pity" he said was just because Voldemort was not a real pure blood. The absurdity and irony that came to his face made Nietzsche laugh out loud in his helmet.

Obviously, Voldemort was despised by the old pure blood and was caught between pure blood and Muggles.

What happened next was as Morfin said: Voldemort took the black gem ring secretly while he was not paying attention, and made the ring a Horcrux by sacrificing the lives of the Riddle family, and then returned it.

"My son became like this after his death... a half-human... That man desecrated the sacred objects of our family and made my son a slave under his control. Damn it!" Gaunt screamed like crazy.

Just looking at the Marvolo Gaunt in front of him, he could already imagine Mrs. Black that Harry mentioned.

So, Nietzsche couldn't help but think in his heart: Is every older pure-blood like this?

"No one has discovered you for so many years?" he said, "There is no powerful magic here."

"Everyone is dead, who would come here." Gaunt was angry about the fall of his family, "If those stinky bugs in the Ministry of Magic hadn't insisted on saying that my son hurt a few Muggles and arrested him, Merope wouldn't have the courage to run!"

Hearing this, Nietzsche had some respect for the Ministry of Magic.

"Horcrux, he made your ring into something that can make him immortal." He laughed, "Maybe it's a kind of revenge. It seems that Voldemort is not much better to you pure bloods."

"This is simply an insult to Salazar Slytherin! It's an insult to our family!" He cursed.

It seems that the Gaunt family has heard of this kind of black magic, which saves Nietzsche some effort.

Morfin looked at him with disgust and said, "Since you know about the Horcrux, what do you want to do? If you just want to confirm it, you can leave now."

"Of course not only that, I'm here to destroy the Horcrux."

Old Gaunt showed a happy expression, and seemed to be very surprised by the news, but then he frowned and looked at Nietzsche with strange eyes, as if he was dissatisfied with his bloodline.

Of course~In the eyes of people like them, how can a person of Muggle descent be qualified to destroy the treasures of a pure-blood family?

Voldemort, on the other hand, had a similar mentality to them: he felt that only this priceless treasure could be qualified as his Horcrux, and could reflect that he had trampled on the "high and mighty" figures.

"In fact, no one knows you Gaunts," Nietzsche said.

Morfin and old Gaunt looked at each other for a few seconds before he said hoarsely, "You can do whatever you want. I've been tortured to death."

The Gaunt family was eventually buried in the dust. Even Voldemort no longer used "Gaunt" to label himself, which was obviously a means of revenge.

The fire of the calendar surged out of Nietzsche's wand, biting the ring, causing Morfin's soul to wail in grief, and the black gem that could not be swallowed by the fire of the calendar also fell to the ground in Gaunt's sigh.

Perhaps it was an auditory hallucination, Nietzsche heard a familiar cheer again, the same as the voice he heard in the Death Hall.

"That's mine..." Gaunt looked at the gem eagerly.

It was really scary. Even if his son was freed, that arrogant and conceited face could still be maintained.

"Yes, this house is yours." Nietzsche kicked the gem under the portrait and said nonchalantly.

Chapter 349 Uninvited Guests at the Funeral

The rough and powerful sound of the Scottish bagpipes floated out from the Palace of Westminster. Here, people forgot all the troubles, sins, and ugliness in the world, and only remembered and moved the heroes.

Nietzsche, who had just destroyed a Horcrux in the village of Little Hangleton, happened to catch up with his own funeral...

Maybe if it were a normal person, seeing such a blunder would only feel taboo or speechless, and it would not be like Nietzsche who was still hiding in the shade of the trees outside the Palace of Westminster and laughing.

'That's great. When I really die in the future, I can save a complicated process. ' Nietzsche laughed at himself in his heart.

He saw many people holding flowers and placing them at the door of the palace under the leadership of the Queen of England. What's more funny is that he also saw his smiling face in many photos.

How young, and still a little wizard, this made more Muggles sympathize with wizards.

Nietzsche pursed his lips tightly, and saw his uncle Mycroft Holmes, supported by the butler, walking to the center of the steps with a cane to mourn:

"The end of the story needs no further explanation. Any effort to find the body ended in failure. Therefore, under the magnificent and majestic tide of history, the greatest man of this era will forever sleep..."

However, the more sad the Watsons were, and the gloomier Sherlock's face was, the more Nietzsche secretly happier he was in his heart, and he understood the god of death a little:

It was as if he was watching a very real and particularly interesting performance.

After watching the entire 'movie', when the 'actors' headed by Hermione came out of the palace, Nietzsche lowered his head and squeezed into the crowd, perfectly blending into the sad atmosphere without being noticed.

He heard Ginny say, "You're going to be working at the Ministry of Magic all summer?"

"That's the only way I can feel comfortable." Hermione, all dressed in black, said from behind the veil.

"Maybe you should go back... It's not only you who are sad, but also your parents. What should they do? They only have you." Molly Weasley on the side said sadly, "There is no shortage of things in the Ministry of Magic. Two or three days, kid.”

Just as the group of them walked out of the door, Nietzsche grabbed Marvolo Sisyphus among them.

Marvolo was still a little confused at first, but when he followed his arms toward the crowd and saw Nietzsche, he was numb as if he had been electrocuted. He did not resist and was dragged into the Muggles who were holding flowers in memory.

"You...you you you..." He couldn't finish his sentence.

Nietzsche dragged him outside without any explanation and found a cafe to sit at.

There are not only Muggles here, but also many wizards, so you can see several tables floating on the sunken road, and the shop assistants are stepping on suspended stone slabs to deliver food.

It’s hard to imagine that such a dreamy scene would appear in reality, so much so that Muggles rushed to take photos.

"I'm still alive, yes, you read that right." Nietzsche said lazily while drinking an iced hazelnut latte. "I just got a Horcrux... Voldemort hid that thing in Gaunt." Old house.”

"You?" Marvolo stammered, "Not dead? And you also destroyed a Horcrux?"

So Nietzsche slowly talked about the matter, including what he heard from the Gunters and his son about Mrs. Merope.

The shadow of the car cast by the sun passed over Marvolo's head from time to time. He swayed his legs in the air, his face became very ugly, and he did not raise his head even after hearing the final fate of the Gaunt family.

He never took a sip of the Americano, just watched the ice cubes inside gradually melt.

After about ten minutes, he said, "Do you know?"

"Huh?" Nietzsche raised his eyebrows in confusion.

He saw Marvolo's lips move a few times, but didn't hear any sounds, so he craned his neck.

However, at this moment, Marvolo grabbed his collar with his left hand, picked up the coffee with his right hand and pushed it towards his face. The broken ice cubes followed the coffee to his neck and collarbone, and finally soaked his chest.

"You could have told me earlier if you didn't want to drink." Nietzsche did not use magic to clean it up, but just wiped his face with a napkin.

It wasn't that Muggles would see him like before, but it was so that Marvolo could vent his emotions in a reasonable way.

"Do you know you're a bastard?" Marvolo glared and cursed, "I thought you were really dead, and I almost wanted to leave here... I had no idea that Hermione would be willing to stop Dumbledore for me. ”

"So I came to see you right away~" Nietzsche raised his hands innocently.

"It's after dealing with a Horcrux, not the 'first time'!" Marvolo said in a serious tone, "Huh, let me guess, you must want to test Voldemort through me, don't make excuses!"

He tapped the empty cup and asked Nietzsche to order another cup of coffee.

"You won't splash it again, will you?" Nietzsche asked coquettishly.

"Aren't you very smart? You might as well take a guess." Marvolo took a sip of coffee and said angrily with a cold face.

Nietzsche was not a fool. No matter whether he guessed right or wrong, he would not get any benefits, so he quickly put aside this trap, but at the same time he thought: Hermione shouldn't be so rude, right?

He quickly shook his head, not daring to imagine this scene.

"You are right, I did come to you because of this matter." Nietzsche said.

Marvolo rubbed his brow, tremblingly took out a long and slender flue-cured cigarette from his arms, held it in his mouth, lit it with a lighting spell, took a deep breath, and blew out heavy smoke rings towards Nietzsche.

After one cigarette was burned out, Marvolo cheered up and lit a second cigarette.

"After you died, Hermione forced me to open the connection several times... Voldemort is not dead, but I feel that he has lost most of his magic power." He paused and said seriously, "Permanently of loss.”

If Voldemort's magic power was a vat of water before, it is now a teacup, and the upper limit has been locked.

This gap will only appear between adult wizards and young wizards. Obviously, under the original explosion, even the 'immortal' Voldemort had to pay a heavy price.

As the 'God of Death' said, this feeling was more uncomfortable for Voldemort than dying directly.

"By the way, I think there is news that you will definitely be interested in."

"What?" Nietzsche asked nonchalantly.

"Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange were killed at the Ministry of Magic... Voldemort was not as lucky as you. He had to pay too much to survive in that situation. ." Marvolo glanced sideways.

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like