Hogwarts: This Dark Lord is so evil

Chapter 122 Pick up your wand... I told you to pick up your wand!

"So what exactly are you here to do? Don't tell me that you barged in so forcefully, knocked me down, just to tell me that I have a little bastard... I mean, a nephew?"

Morfin struggled to get up and sat on a dilapidated chair nearby, panting heavily, glaring fiercely at the three people in front of him.

"I only recently learned that my mother was a descendant of Slytherin, so I wanted to come back and see... see what the descendants of Slytherin, the Gaunt family, are like..." Tom suppressed his anger, trying to keep his tone calm.

"Tch..." Morfin sneered and spat on the ground.

"If that bitch had even half the honor of Slytherin! She wouldn't have married a filthy Muggle and given birth to you, a filthy Mudblood... It's a stain on the Slytherin bloodline! It's a disgrace!"

"Shut up! You bastard!" Tom said angrily, "You say she tainted the Slytherin bloodline, disregarding the honor of the Slytherin family? Then what are you doing now? What kind of trash can live like this?"

"If Slytherin knew that his descendants were living in a dung heap, do you think he would feel that my mother tainted the bloodline, or that you bunch of good-for-nothings ruined his reputation?"

"Falling into such a state, what qualifications do you have to call yourself a descendant of Slytherin? What qualifications do you have to insult my mother?"

Morfin Gaunt's face instantly turned red, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing.

"How dare you! Insult me like this! I am a noble descendant of Slytherin! The reason I've become like this is because... because everyone else has degenerated! No longer adhering to tradition! That's why our Gaunt family has slowly declined! I... even in this state, I haven't violated the traditions of pure-blood families. What qualifications do you have to criticize me?!"

Tom's face was full of disdain and disgust, looking at Morfin as if he were a pile of feces.

"Tradition? What tradition? Hiding at home, setting up petty jinxes to torment passing Muggles is your so-called tradition of Slytherin's descendants? An idiot is an idiot, doesn't even have the courage to admit his incompetence? I don't even know if you die in the future, when your soul goes to the world of the dead, what face will you have to meet the great Salazar Slytherin!"

"You... what did you say?" Morfin was so angry that his head was smoking, unable to even utter a rebuttal.

Tom's words were simply stabbing him in the lungs!

"I said, you... and you people who have caused the decline of the Gaunt family, are not worthy of being descendants of Slytherin." Tom approached slowly while verbally attacking, "...If I were you, as a great and noble descendant of Slytherin, having fallen into this state, I would definitely find a rope to hang myself, end my life, rather than stay here and be an embarrassment!"

"Think about it, if other pure-blood wizards passed by and saw the noble descendants of Slytherin fallen into this state... what would they say? How can you maggots, who have completely disgraced your ancestors, still have the face to live? Even shamelessly calling yourselves descendants of Slytherin? I spit on you! Are you worthy?"

Morfin Gaunt was furious, but his wand was in Dumbledore's hand. He wanted to rush up and strangle this filthy Mudblood, but he was afraid of Dumbledore, who was standing beside him, watching intently...

The impotently enraged Morfin Gaunt could only tremble, weakly pointing his finger at Tom, "You... you... how dare you say these things... how dare you..."

Tom's gaze was drawn to the obsidian ring on Morfin Gaunt's finger.

Morfin Gaunt's entire outfit was not worth a single knut, but he was wearing a gemstone ring!

Taking advantage of Morfin's anger, Tom snatched the ring from his finger.

Tom looked at the ring, his eyes slightly shining.

And Dumbledore, who had been standing aside, considering whether to intervene, was also attracted by the ring.

To be precise, not the ring, but the obsidian on the ring...

"What are you doing? Give it back to me! That's our Gaunt family's ancestral ring!" Morfin jumped up angrily, trying to snatch back the ring.

Tom didn't stop him, just sneered, letting Morfin snatch the ring back.

"Your Gaunt family's ring?" Tom's eyes narrowed slightly.

"This is the ring left by the great and noble Gaunt ancestor! It is our Gaunt family's heirloom! How dare you defile it!?"

"Heh heh... I defiled this ring? No... I don't think so. I think, keeping this ring in your hand is the real defilement! It's a humiliation to the Gaunt family's honor as descendants of Slytherin!" Tom's voice was gloomy.

"You... what do you want to do?" Morfin was shocked, thinking Tom was going to snatch it.

At this moment, he had no wand in his hand. Even if the person standing opposite him was just an eleven or twelve-year-old wizard, he was still very flustered.

Since he was the only one left in the Gaunt family, his magic had been neglected for a long time...

Tom sneered, "This ring now represents the honor of Slytherin's descendants! Do you think you really deserve to have it?"

"Of course! I am the purest descendant of Slytherin! If I don't deserve it, does that Mudblood deserve it?" Morfin roared angrily.

"Words are useless! Let's duel!" Tom said, taking out a glove from his pocket and throwing it at Morfin, then said coldly, "According to the oldest tradition of pure-blood families, a duel! Aren't you the most respectful of tradition? Then accept my duel invitation! Only the one who stands last is qualified to possess Slytherin's relics! Only then is one qualified to call himself a descendant of Slytherin!"

"You... what did you say?"

Tom's words made the furious Morfin couldn't help but stunned slightly.

And Dumbledore, who was watching from the side, couldn't sit idly by this time.

"Tom..."

Before Dumbledore could finish his words of dissuasion, he was pulled back by Levid.

"Professor... let Tom do it... otherwise, he will never be able to clear his mind in this lifetime..."

"But, it's too dangerous. He doesn't need to..." Dumbledore frowned.

"Professor, this matter concerns the honor of my family! Please don't stop me!" Tom said coldly. "How can the relics of the great Salazar Slytherin fall into the hands of the incompetent? Professor... please don't interfere... can you just be a witness to our duel?"

After a long silence, Dumbledore sighed and handed Morfin's wand back to him.

He now understood Tom's psychology very well.

As an orphan who had been alone since childhood, Tom's heart actually contained a hidden sense of inferiority.

And after learning that he was a descendant of Slytherin, this inferiority gradually dissipated!

However... after seeing the true appearance of Slytherin's descendants... he was extremely disappointed.

Therefore, he must take back this identity in a dignified and honorable manner!

And that ring, that Slytherin heirloom, carried this once glorious and honorable identity!

So, he must take back that ring, from his uncle's hands!

If he were to stop him… although it would protect Tom from physical harm, what about his mental state?

Although Tom might get hurt, Dumbledore was even more unwilling to see Tom, who was slowly getting better, become twisted again…

Morfin snatched his wand, a grim smile appearing on his lips.

"Mudblood… you actually dare to challenge me to a duel? Heh heh… Good! That's great! Provided… this Dumbledore doesn't interfere!"

Morfin's eyes were bloodshot.

This Mudblood actually dared to insult his honor as a descendant of Slytherin!

Duel? A duel is good! He had long wanted to crush this presumptuous little bastard!

Only eleven or twelve years old, and already so arrogant?

As long as this powerful adult wizard beside him doesn't interfere, he has a ten percent certainty of beating this little bastard to death!

"As a witness, he won't interfere. Since you agreed to our bet, then come on… duel me…" Tom gripped his wand, looking at his uncle with disdain.

Of course, he seemed very dismissive, but in fact, the muscles in his arm were already tense.

"Then come on, let's go outside and fight! Don't break my house!"

Morfin grinned, revealing a mouthful of uneven yellow teeth, and strode out of the dilapidated house.

The yard outside the dilapidated house was overgrown with weeds.

Tom and Morfin stood facing each other, their feet submerged in the knee-high weeds.

Looking at Tom's serious expression, Morfin let out a strange laugh.

"Heh heh heh… Little bastard, are you scared? If you're scared…"

"I'll let you strike first," Tom coldly interrupted Morfin.

Upon hearing this, Morfin's face turned the color of pig kidneys again!

Tom said he would let him strike first, and when he said this, his eyes were full of contempt!

This was simply the greatest insult to him!

How much did he have to look down on him!

"You will regret it! Avada…"

"Expelliarmus!"

Morfin didn't even finish chanting the Killing Curse…

The red spell had already taken effect first.

"Bang!"

Morfin Gaunt lay on the ground, staring blankly at the sky.

Without exception, the first attack was successful!

"How… how is this possible?"

Soon, Morfin felt the sky darken, only to realize that someone was blocking it…

Tom looked down at Morfin Gaunt lying on the ground.

In fact, he had deliberately continued to provoke Morfin just now.

In a duel, losing your composure means you've already lost half the battle…

As expected, Morfin, who was successfully provoked by Tom, didn't even use the Shield Charm, and decisively used the more difficult Killing Curse.

However… Morfin's use of dark magic had been neglected for too many years…

So the casting action was too slow…

With such a long pre-casting animation, how could he possibly be Tom's opponent?

Tom had undergone several months of high-intensity and oppressive training from Leifield!

His casting speed can be said to be astonishingly fast!

Tom threw Morfin's wand back beside Morfin, and said coldly: "Pick it up…"

"What?"

"I told you to pick up the wand!"

"You… you…" The angry Morfin grabbed the wand again.

However, there were still no surprises this time.

Morfin, who had been out of battle for a long time, was blasted away before he could even raise his wand, and his body slammed heavily into the fence.

Tom slowly walked over again, looking coldly at the desperate Morfin.

"A dignified descendant of Slytherin can't even beat an underage wizard? Think for yourself, descendant of Slytherin… are you really worthy? The responsibilities you are unable to bear, let me take them!"

Tom bent down and took the ring from Morfin's hand, who had lost the ability to fight back.

"From today onwards, I am the true descendant of Slytherin, and you…" Tom took out a money bag from his pocket and threw it beside Morfin. "Morfin Gaunt, and your Gaunt family… from now on, you are no longer allowed to claim to be descendants of Slytherin! These 500 Galleons are the price for my mother, Merope Gaunt, to officially break away from your Gaunt family."

As Tom spoke, he took the ring and walked out of the Gaunt family's abandoned yard without looking back.

Dumbledore glanced at Morfin Gaunt, who was lying on the ground with an ashen face, and after confirming that he was not injured, he left the Gaunt family with Leifield.

…

Tom walked silently in front.

While Dumbledore and Leifield followed behind him.

All three were silent.

Tom suddenly stopped, raised his hand, and solemnly put the ring on his finger, with a morbid flush on his face.

Having lived for so many years, he had never felt as comfortable as he did today!

Then, he turned around and looked at Dumbledore and Leifield.

"Professor Dumbledore… thank you for not interfering…" After the excitement, Tom seemed to become reserved again.

Dumbledore sighed, "In fact, I am gratified by your change, Tom… you have indeed changed a lot… In the past, you would never have given him money at the end."

Although the previous incident happened very unexpectedly, Dumbledore felt a bit of relief afterward.

Taking the ring was Tom's responsibility to revitalize the Slytherin family.

And leaving 500 Galleons was Tom's kindness. Compared to the illusory family honor, being able to have enough to eat was Morfin Gaunt's top priority…

This was also the most gratifying thing for Dumbledore.

"It's nothing… I just thought that if it were Leifield, he would definitely do this," Tom said modestly.

"Huh? Me?" Leifield, who was suddenly named, was a little surprised.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and quickly reached into his pocket to check, "Ha! I was wondering why you were flattering me… so the Galleons you gave to that guy were mine! Tell me, when did you take them!"

Tom said dissatisfied: "What do you mean your Galleons? Don't forget, the Galleons in the Gringotts vault are also partly mine!"

"But this is my pocket! Not Gringotts!"

"Alright, just consider it my borrowing from you, is that alright?"

"Borrow? You just said borrow, right? Good! Thirteen back for every nine! No discussion!"

"You damn… I knew it! How could it have been so easy… so you deliberately let me take it!"

"Heh heh, no need to talk nonsense, you just said that it was a borrow!"

Dumbledore looked at the two young men in front who were playing around, and sighed again.

"Youth is so good…"

The next chapter will be updated a little later. Sorry.