"The rest of the conversation will be completed in Naga language." As Dumbledore spoke, he snapped his fingers, and a layer of white ripples quickly spread out. "I later tried to figure out what they were saying. What you will hear next is in my translated language."
Elwyn did not speak. He only thought, Can extracted memories also be changed?
Even if this memory is not Dumbledore's, it does not seem to be a problem.
The headmaster's power is really amazing. You can see through him, but soon you will find that it is only a part of him.
Like a blind man touching an elephant, you will never be able to tell the complete outline.
There are many spells, not that Dumbledore does not know, but that he does not care to use them.
In this regard, Lord Voldemort is not as good as him, and Elwyn is even worse.
In front of them, the door creaked open. A boy stood in the doorway, holding an old-fashioned oil lamp.
Tall, dark-haired, pale, and handsome. He is the young Lord Voldemort, the fifteen-year-old Tom Riddle!
Really, a person who can completely rely on his face to make a living has to transform himself into a monster.
Lord Voldemort's eyes moved slowly around the dirty room, and found Morfen in the armchair.
They looked at each other for a few seconds, and then Morfin staggered to her feet, the many bottles rattling and rattling at her feet.
"You!" he roared. "You!"
Morfen drunkenly threw himself at Riddle, wand and knife raised high.
"Stop!" Riddle said in Naga language.
Morfen could not stop in time, and bumped into the table. The moldy, rusty pot fell to the ground.
He stared at Riddle, and they looked at each other for a long time. Finally, Morfen broke the silence.
"You can say that?"
"Yes, I can." Riddle walked into the room, and the door closed behind him.
There was no fear that a normal person should have. His face showed disgust, and perhaps disappointment.
"Where is Marvolo?" he asked.
"Dead!" the other said, in a strange voice. "Dead for many years, hasn't he?"
"Then who are you?" Riddle frowned.
"I am Mo Fen!"
"Marvolo's son?"
"Of course …" Mo Fen pushed away the hair on her dirty face to take a good look at Riddle.
Although the light was dim, Elwyn immediately saw Marvolo's black gemstone ring on his right hand.
It seemed that before his old father died, he had left this family heirloom behind.
Riddle obviously noticed this as well. His gaze shifted to Morfin's right hand.
'I thought you were the Muggle! 'whispered Morfin.' You look like the Muggle. '
"Which Muggle?" asked Riddle sharply.
"The Muggle that my sister is obsessed with, the Muggle that lives in the mansion across the street." Morfin said, unexpectedly spitting on the ground between them. 'You look just like him, Riddle. But he's old now, isn't he? It's been so long. He's older than you. I remember now. Everything is as clear as yesterday … "
Morfin seemed a little dizzy. He swayed a little, but held on to the edge of the table.
"He's back, you know," he added stupidly.
Lord Voldemort stared at Morfin, as if estimating his potential.
Then he walked closer and asked condescendingly, "Riddle's back?"
"He abandoned my sister and ran back alone. My sister deserves it for marrying trash!" Morfin spat on the ground again. "She died somewhere in the end, and stole our things before she ran away! Where's the locket? Hmph, where's Slytherin's locket? "
He seemed to be asking Lord Voldemort. Lord Voldemort did not speak. Morfin became angry again.
"Disgracing us, she, that little slut! Who are you? Coming here to ask these questions? It's all over, isn't it? It's all over? It's all over! "he shouted, waving his knife.
He looked away, his body swaying slightly.
Lord Voldemort walked forward. At this moment, an abnormal darkness came, engulfing Lord Voldemort's oil lamp and Morfin's candle. It engulfed everything. This was not a normal light.
Elwyn was stunned. Through the darkness, he seemed to see Lord Voldemort use a spell.
Dumbledore's hand grabbed Elwyn's arm tightly. The two flew back to reality.
"That's all?" Elwyn asked.
"Yes, Morfin can't remember what happened after that." Dumbledore said, "What we know is that when he woke up the next morning, he was lying on the ground alone. Marvolo's ring was gone, which is the ring we're looking for."
Elwyn did not interrupt. He waited for Dumbledore to continue.
"At the same time, that morning in Little Hangerton, a maid ran screaming on the street, saying that there were three bodies in the living room of the big house: old Tom Riddle and his parents. The Muggle authorities were at a loss. As far as I know, they still don't know how the Riddle family died, because the Avada Curse usually leaves no marks. " Dumbledore continued, "But the Ministry of Magic immediately knew that it was the work of a wizard. They also knew that a man who hated the Muggle lived opposite the Riddle family's house, and that this man had been in prison for attacking one of the victims in the case.
"So the Ministry of Magic found Morfin. Without much interrogation, without truth-telling potions or mind-scrying, he confessed right away, giving details that only the murderer would know. He said that he was proud to have killed the Muggle, and that he had been waiting for this opportunity for many years. The wand he handed over was immediately proven to be the weapon used to kill the Riddle family. He did not resist and obediently allowed himself to be taken to Azkaban. The only thing that disturbed him was that his father's ring was missing. He would kill me, he repeatedly told his captors, for losing his ring, he would kill me. That seemed to be all he said next. He spent the rest of his life in Azkaban, mourning the loss of the last of Marvolo's family heirlooms and the loss of the family's honor. He was finally buried next to the prison, with the other poor men who had died in prison. "
"The Lord Voldemort killed his father and his grandparents?" Elwyn said, "With Morfin's wand?"
Although he already knew about this, it still made him shudder when he said it out loud.
Many people had told Elwyn that he was as talented as the young Lord Voldemort and an excellent wizard.
But from what he had just seen, this was the second time Elwyn had seen Tom Riddle after the diary.
It was not a fragment of a soul. It was much more real and complete than the last time, and what he had done.
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