Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 154 Marvolo Gaunt

When Peter came to the door of Dumbledore's office, Dumbledore had been standing there waiting for a long time. He was not wearing pajamas, but a wizard robe with a pattern of stars and moons, with a section of high leather boots exposed under the robe.

Dumbledore led Peter into the principal's office. His desk was filled with sophisticated silver magic as usual. A stone basin engraved with ancient runes was placed in the middle, and the liquid in it exuded a faint silver light. .

"The Pensieve," said Peter.

"Yes," Dumbledore said with a smile: "This is one of my favorite inventions. As far as I know, you have invented a more convenient alternative, but I am already a crazy old man with rigid thinking. We How about continuing to use the Pensieve tonight?"

Peter laughs: "'Crazy old man with a rigid mind' sounds a lot like Rita Skeeter."

The two sat down on both sides of the desk across the Pensieve, and Dumbledore crossed his hands and looked serious.

Dumbledore said: "Since last year, I have been committed to exploring the hidden past in Tom Riddle's life. As the name suggests, many aspects of him are illusory mysteries. Fortunately, you and I happen to know him best. among a few of them."

"I know his brutality and vanity," Peter said. "He treats his servants like stacks of disposable napkins."

"You see, Peter, the two of us just complement each other," Dumbledore began to smile again, "I know his first half of his life better, because I brought him into the wizarding world, and I want to show you some What I've gathered, I've got some guesses of my own about them, but I'd like to hear your advice, too."

Speaking of which, Dumbledore took out a crystal bottle filled with silver substances, pulled out the cork on it, and poured the memories inside into the Pensieve. They slowly spun in the basin, emitting a faint gleam. Not like a gas, nor like a liquid.

"Let's go, Peter." Dumbledore pointed to the Pensieve and said, "I hope tonight's journey will solve many difficult and big problems."

Peter leaped lightly into the Pensieve, through the swirling darkness, and down a sunny country road, with Dumbledore landing beside him.

About ten paces in front of them stood a squat, squat man with extra thick spectacles resembling a mole.

"This is our memory master." Peter said.

"Yes, this is Mr. Ogden, a staff member of the Ministry of Magic more than half a century ago. The combination of a swimsuit and a dress is really... It seems that he doesn't know much about Muggle clothes." Dumbledore said with a smile.

The two followed Mr. Ogden as if they were walking in the country. After passing through a valley, a small village called Little Hangleton appeared ahead. Between two steep hills, the church and the cemetery were clearly visible. visible.

"This is where Voldemort began," Dumbledore commented.

Mr. Ogden stumbled across a dirt road in the mountains to a very dilapidated mud house surrounded by thick nettles.Suddenly, with a click, a man in rags jumped down from a nearby tree.

"You're not welcome," the man hissed, his hair matted with grime, a few teeth missing from his mouth, and his small black eyes staring in opposite directions.

"It's Parseltongue," Peter said, and the dictionary he carried was translating the man's words into English.

"It's very good of you to be able to translate Parseltongue, I never knew what Morfin Gaunt was talking about before." Dumbledore said with a smile.

Mr. Ogden obviously couldn't understand the hissing, and he explained a whole lot about Morfin just smashing his nose, and then Morfin's father came out of the house and cursed at Ogden. Gorden paused, and slammed the door shut, leaving Ogden standing outside holding his nose.

"Morfin Gaunt..." Peter spoke slowly, "The Gaunt family is descended from Slytherin, which means..."

"Yes, Morfin Gaunt was Voldemort's uncle, and his father, Marvolo Gaunt, was Voldemort's maternal grandfather."

"Tom Marvolo Riddle... so Voldemort's middle name came from his maternal grandfather, so what about his mother?"

Dumbledore raised his chin and motioned Peter to look down carefully. Mr. Ogden negotiated with Gaunt and his son through the door. Finally, Mr. Ogden was invited into the room, followed by Peter and Dumbledore.

In the corner of the room stood a young girl in a tattered gray dress, listlessly standing by the saucepan, her face was pale and her hair was matted, but Peter felt that if she cleaned herself up, she would be a The little girl above the middle man.

Like Peter, Ogden was watching the girl, and Marvolo introduced, very reluctantly, "My daughter, Merope, a useless Squib."

"This is Riddle's mother." Peter said.

Dumbledore nodded, "Yes, there are very important clues next..."

Mr. Ogden persistently read out the charges against Morfin, who had breached the International Statute of Secrecy by casting a spell on a Muggle, and asked Morfin to appear before the Ministry of Magic for a summons.

At his words, Marvolo poked a dirty finger in Ogden's chest and screamed, "Do you think we're scumbags? Do you know who you're talking to, you filthy bastard?" Little Mudblood?"

"I remember I was talking to Mr. Gaunt." Ogden didn't flinch.

"That's right!" Marvolo roared. He raised his middle finger at Ogden and showed him the ugly black gemstone ring on his middle finger. "Do you know what kind of treasure this is? It's a family heirloom in our family. For centuries, it bears Peverell's coat of arms!"

Ogden looked at it indifferently, not interested in it at all, and he still insisted on summoning Morfin.

Marvolo roared angrily, grabbed Merope by the neck, and dragged her to Ogden, as if to strangle her.

"See this?" he growled, spit flying everywhere, and he shook a heavy solid gold locket around Merope's neck so hard that Merope coughed.

Peter was very familiar with this locket.

"It's from Slytherin!" cried Marvolo. "You'd be doing yourself a favor, you little Mudblood. It's from Salazar Slytherin! We're his only descendants!"

Merope was almost suffocated, and Mr. Ogden stepped forward to stop Marvolo's brutal atrocities: "I see, I see, let her go!"

Dumbledore commented: "The locket that Regulus bought with his life is indeed a relic of Salazar Slytherin, so the direction for us to find other Horcruxes is also clear, except for Gryffindor. In addition to the sword, the other three relics of the founders were all made into Horcruxes by Voldemort, and he loved the sense of ritual the most."

"I already destroyed Ravenclaw's diadem in the Room of Requirement," said Peter.

Dumbledore nodded approvingly, "Very well, then we only need to look for the Hufflepuff Gold Cup. Besides, there is one possible Horcrux that appears in this memory."

"Marvolo Gaunt's black ring?" Peter tentatively asked.

"That's right, we're going to look for it tonight..." Dumbledore sighed deeply, looking sadly at Merope, who was beaten by his father for pursuing Muggles.

"Peverell's quest, I have been looking for it for many years, but it is a dream of the desperate after all. Peter, you must stop me from getting it for a while."

(End of this chapter)