A Hogwarts dissertation guide

Riddle House

The villagers of Little Hangleton still refer to the house as "Riddle House," even though the Riddle family has not lived here for many years.The house is located on a hillside, and the entire village can be seen from here.Several windows in the house were boarded up.

What had once been a handsome mansion, the most spacious and imposing building for miles around, had become damp, desolate, and permanently uninhabited.

The villagers of Little Hangleton agreed that the house was "scary".Half a century ago, a strange and terrible thing happened here.To this day, the elders in the village still like to bring this matter up and discuss it when they have nothing else to talk about.

This story has been told over and over again, and in many places it has been added to the story. No one can say for sure what the truth is.

"I'm back here again," said a small, slimy, eyeless ugly thing sitting on a chair with soft cushions beneath him.

He was sitting in front of the fireplace, and the warm firelight was particularly toasty at this time of July.But the blond man next to him didn't complain at all, and even added firewood to it from time to time.

"I didn't expect it, I never expected it..." the little monster continued, "Lucius, I always thought you were a guy who follows people's influence."

"Master, I have been searching for your whereabouts for these years, but my hard work pays off, and I finally found you." Lucius Malfoy said respectfully, "Obviously everything is not too late, it only takes a little time, you can You can regain your power, return to the top of the world, and become that powerful, invincible wizard."

"You still please me so much, Lucius." The little monster - no, it should be said Voldemort. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, obviously these words made him very happy.

"I'm just telling the truth, Master." Lucius bowed slightly again, while speeding up the movement of adding firewood in his hand.

"Lucius, you are indeed my most trusted and loyal person." Voldemort sighed and said.He seemed to have thought of something sad and was silent for a long time.

"Master," after a while, Lucius broke the silence and asked cautiously, "I don't understand... why do we have to have Harry Potter's blood? There are so many wizards who obviously hate you, just like The former Bertha Jorkins..."

"But only Harry Potter is the most special!" Voldemort roared, "It was him, it was he who defeated me that night! I must use his blood to resurrect him!"

Lucius lowered his head, not daring to look at Voldemort's expression - even though he only had a mouth and a nose.

"You know, the night I lost my magic and my body, I wanted to kill him. His mother died trying to save him - inadvertently giving him some kind of protection that I admit I didn't expect. … I can’t touch that boy.”

Voldemort looked a little sad, "This has been proven in the past two years. Even if I am possessed by Quirrell, I have to try to avoid contact with that boy, otherwise everything will be exposed."

"I must admit that I made a miscalculation, Lucius." Voldemort spoke again. He did not give Lucius a chance to speak, and seemed to intend to deeply review his failure. "My spell was blocked by that woman's stupid sacrifice. , springing back into myself. Ah... the pain surpasses everything. Nothing can hold it."

"I know, Master, but everything is different. You have regained this body. With a little more time, I can reshape your body." Lucius said humbly. He stood up and carefully took the body. He picked up the blanket next to him and covered Voldemort's weak body.

Nagini - the most loyal black snake beside Voldemort - swam into the room, and Lucius shuddered unconsciously.

Hiss--

Hiss--

"Nagini has brought back some interesting news, Lucius," Voldemort said, his voice cold.

"Oh? Interesting news?" Lucius said doubtfully.

"Of course," Voldemort said with a ferocious look on his face, "According to Nagini, there is an old Muggle who is standing outside this room, listening to what is said outside without saying a word."

Lucius's expression suddenly changed, he walked quickly towards the door, and suddenly opened the door.

An old man with white hair and some lame legs stood stiffly at the door.

"Invite him in, Lucius. Why don't you have good manners?"

"Yes, Master." Lucius grabbed the old Muggle's shoulders, his eyes full of disgust, as if the old Muggle had dirty his hands, but he still pushed the old Muggle into the room.

The old Muggle was shaking violently, but he still clenched his cane and limped across the threshold.

"Did you hear everything, Muggle?" Voldemort asked coldly.

Lucius gently pushed the door open, and the crisp click made the old Muggle look back at Lucius in despair.

"Answer." Lucius said, his right hand already beginning to reach for the cane placed aside.

Was he trying to attack me with this cane?

The old Muggle thought in his mind and tightened the crutch in his hand. If he really wanted to fight, he would not be without weapons!

"What did you just call me?" The old Muggle instantly became tough and became bolder. After all, he was a man who had been on the battlefield.

"I call you a Muggle," said Voldemort from behind the armchair, "which means you are not a wizard."

"I don't know what you mean by wizard." The old Muggle said, his voice becoming more and more steady, "Well, I just know that what I heard tonight was enough to arouse the interest of the police. You killed someone. , are still planning to kill more people! I also want to tell you," his eyes rolled, "my wife knows that I came here, if I don't go back-"

Lucius shook his head. This lie was so lame that even he could recognize it.

Voldemort was a master of Legilimency, and even though he had no eyes at all, he could easily tell that this old Muggle was lying.

"You have no wife," Voldemort said slowly. "No one knows that you are here. You have not told anyone that you came here. Muggles, don't lie to Lord Voldemort. I know everything... everything. …”

"What did you say?" The old Muggle was angry and said rudely, "I have a wife! Of course I have a wife! I don't think any woman would like you, you have no grace at all. Why don't you look like Like a man, do you turn your face to look at me?"

"Because I am not a human being, Muggle." Voldemort was a little angry, his tone became lower, and Lucius silently stepped aside.

"I'm much more powerful than others. But..."