Quick Time Travel: Black Lotus Face Slapping Guide

Chapter 635 Magic Professor Lin Daiyu 32
"Morfin, it's not a good choice to provoke me." Tom wanted to know something about the Slytherin locket from Morfin, and he had a plan.

"Oh, you bastard, are you threatening me? Hahahaha, Cruciatus!"

"Disarm you." The moment Morfin raised his wand, Tom recited the spell.

The wand flew from Morfin's hand, and his wanton laughter stopped abruptly.

Tom sneered, and pointed his wand at Morfin again: "Cruciate!"

He recited this spell over and over again, looking at Morfin who was in pain as if his soul was torn apart, he only sneered indifferently.

It seems that countless thorns smashed the bones, making Morfin only want to die in his heart, but the pain made him unable to control his behavior, he can only be dominated by the pain, if the spell continues, he will go crazy or die to be freed .

"Kill me...kill me!"

"Of course not. Cruciatus!"

Tom looked at his uncle indifferently, his eyes rolled white and he lost his spirit, and he developed convulsions and other symptoms.

He stopped the spell and said, "I'll give you some time to think about where Slytherin's locket is."

The trembling Morfin couldn't answer the question at this moment, and he didn't even have the courage to pick up his wand.

Tom picked up the wand on the ground, the coldness in his eyes deepened, and he left the cabin with the wand.

Morfin was full of resentment and fear, but there was a hint of crazy joy in his heart. This bastard, anyway, was also of Gaunt's blood, and he was also the heir of Slytherin. He was so vicious and decisive, and he would definitely leave a mark in the history of magic. For a sum, haha, hahahaha!

After leaving the cabin, Tom went to the Riddle House.

Riddle is a local squire and has a great reputation here, but what people talk about most is the matter of Mr. Riddle eloping with the vagabond's daughter. She is ugly and poor. How could Mr. Riddle like her?

Nuo Da's manor looked empty in the dark night, the candlelight at the door flickered slightly, and the shadow of the maid was mending clothes could be seen from the side window.

The lights in the hall are extraordinarily bright, and people are having dinner.

Uninvited guests knocked on the door.

The butler opened the door and saw a man in a black cloak standing outside.

"Excuse me, who are you?" The butler asked suspiciously, only to see the other party raised his hand and pointed a long and thin wooden stick at him.

Hearing the other party say something he didn't understand, a green light flashed in front of his eyes, and he died.

"Avada Kedavra."

After the butler fell to the ground, the people dining in the hall couldn't help but panic.

"Who is it?" Someone had already taken down the shotgun from the wall, and pointed the black barrel at Tom.

Only a handsome middle-aged man sat on the dining table without moving. He looked in the direction of the door in horror, as if some bad memory had been brought back, but he couldn't remember what it was, only that it was very painful. The torment is like a crazy man with such a long and thin wooden stick in his hand.

The person holding the shotgun had no chance of pulling the trigger. With the sound of the Killing Curse, the green light took another life.

Unrelated people died one by one.

Tom walked slowly towards his father, they were really similar, they were almost the same person except for more mature signs of age could be seen on old Tom's face.

As Tom approached, the face under the cloak also became clear.

Old Tom was stunned for a moment, and was quickly replaced by disgust, with an expression as if he was about to spit out, and he said a name viciously.

"Merope."

A woman he never loved from the beginning to the end.

(End of this chapter)