war and peace

Chapter 104 Little Hangleton

After arriving in London on the Hogwarts Express, Harry and Tom got out of the car.Parents who shouted and shouted waited near the station, and it took them a while to squeeze out of the crowd.Fortunately, neither of them brought luggage, otherwise the difficulty would be much higher.

Tom looked left and right, then pulled Harry behind an empty pillar, using it to block the eyes of the others. "You know where that place is?"

"Little Hangleton?" Harry replied reflexively, and saw Tom's eyes of satisfaction. "Apparate, now." He had already grabbed Harry's arm.

now?It took Harry a moment to recover. "While there are so many wizards around?" No wonder Tom's private use of magic has never been discovered.

The Ministry of Magic can only detect the presence of magic, at most spellcasting wands, and cannot determine who casts it.When he followed Tom, the latter used magic in crowded places-because there was a high probability of other adult wizards in these places, and it was not easy to find them.Tom clearly took advantage of the rule that minors are not allowed to use magic outside of school: as long as there are adult wizards around, then as long as he doesn't use too outrageous magic, everything will be fine.Harry's previous speculation about this was due to the war, but now it seems that Tom's consideration is safer than his.

"Okay," Harry saw Tom's expression of "you're talking nonsense", and couldn't help admiring his exhaustive strategy again from the bottom of his heart. "But I can't guarantee success - I've only seen the place, I haven't been there myself!"

A luggage cart passed by in the distance, and Tom turned inward again. "Okay, let's get started." If he didn't know the exact location, did he need to ask Harry to take him there?And Harry wasn't worried about his own Apparation failure at all, but was worried about him, the appearance of other people having problems, right?

Harry opened his mouth, feeling his latest role move toward Hermione.He used to do things that seemed unsafe, but now he turns to persuade others not to take risks.But Tom was so relieved to let him Apparate... Harry concealed the little joy that suddenly appeared in his heart, closed his eyes and began to think.Even if he rejects Tom, that person will still find a place by himself, so why not go with him too!

There was a quick spin.

Both were very comfortable with the side effects of Apparating, landing very securely.Harry opened his eyes, and all he could see was a green hedgerow, and the sky above him was vast and blue.Seems right?Harry turned his head to look around, and found that Tom was standing not far from him, with a wooden signboard in front of him.

"Grand Hangleton, five miles; Little Hangleton, one mile," read Tom.Then he took the lead into the pointed path without hesitation, and turned back after two steps: "Aren't you coming?"

"Of course!" Harry replied hastily, and walked in.He could only hope that Slytherin had already told Tom what he needed to say... But judging from Tom's calm appearance, it seemed that he really had no interest in the Deathly Hallows?So what the hell is he doing in Little Hangleton?To kill the father who abandoned their mother and child?The worst guess is nothing more than that, but if he is here, he will definitely not let this happen.Harry thought as he followed the fast pace ahead.

Tom didn't care to look at the scenery on the side of the road, but just kept going.Before he came, he went to the Chamber of Secrets again, and Slytherin's words still echoed in his ears-no one can truly be immortal.

Perhaps the soul disappears, but the body remains forever; or the body is annihilated, and the soul remains forever.The former can be maintained by generation after generation of magic, while the latter is like a ghost.There are also people whose soul and body do not exist in this world, as long as they pass through the high door of the Department of Mysteries with its water-like curtain hanging.

The unicorn's blood only staves off death, and the curse that comes with it is a lifelong nightmare for anyone who dares to murder that pure creature.As for the Philosopher's Stone, in addition to the large amount of precious raw materials needed for alchemy, the refining process is also quite time-consuming and energy-intensive.Most of the time in life is constantly refining new Philosopher's Stones for immortality, but what is the significance of immortality obtained in this way?At least he is definitely not willing to do such a thing.

But Horcruxes are more of a joke.If the number of slices is too many, that person is no longer a human being, both in appearance and intellect.And other consequences of soul instability are even more unpredictable, Slytherin said. "You haven't shown abnormalities so far, that's because another piece of soul replaced the one you lost."

When Tom first found out, he was too surprised to say a word.Horcrux?What is that?He just vaguely saw it mentioned in a black magic book, when did he really practice it?Why didn't he know it himself? "Another piece of soul? Another piece of whose soul?" he asked, but he already had an idea in his mind.The strange warmth of stroking the scar... Slytherins couldn't wait to see Harry after seeing him for the first time...

"Have you already guessed it?" Slytherin said, "It's him, Harry Potter. If it was the earliest time, I would definitely suggest that you take back your souls and fuse them, after all, your own souls are highly compatible. But now, it's too late to change back..." He paused, looking at Tom as if watching a miracle, "Your souls have begun to merge. I have to say, the situation is actually not bad—— Know that the stakes are high.”

What are they!Tom collected his thoughts a little.He never remembered that he had split his soul, but the fact was that it was split; according to Slytherin, Harry's soul was the same, and the reintegration was obvious; and Harry was more than 50 years later, and he knew My own self is also my future self, and the actual soul split was roughly at that time...

That said, Harry was right.He and Voldemort were the same person, always had been.

It's just that he has no memory of the future at all.

That's about it.

Tom closed his eyes tightly and opened them again.But when he was a teenager, even if he split his soul, there would definitely not be Harry's soul in it more than 50 years later.

What he is in is not real history.He can't change that.But as long as he thinks that his future self will completely forget what happened here, and replace it with the so-called real history, he will feel very uncomfortable.

He wouldn't remember that Harry had been stalking him around stealthily out of fear.He never noticed that when he fell asleep, someone was dozing off at the base of the wall outside.

He would not remember, standing there on a snowy Christmas Eve, how Harry had persuaded him to go back again and again, cast waterproofing charms and warming charms, and finally just hugged him.

Nor would he remember how fearlessly Harry had stood before him at the beginning of the Chamber of Secrets.Knowing that he might really kill him, but he didn't struggle or resist, he still believed in him at the last moment and said that.

Tom stopped abruptly.Soon he will be able to see the legendary Deathly Hallows, but he is not excited at all, not looking forward to it at all, and his mind is full of other things.

Harry was walking behind him with his head bowed, but when Tom stopped unexpectedly, he bumped headfirst into it. "What are you doing?" He rubbed his forehead and looked sideways. "It's a steep downhill road, but luckily I managed it in time."

"Can the Resurrection Stone Ring store people's memories?" Tom asked suddenly without end.

"To be precise, it is a form of memory storage, a complete and real epitome of a person; when faced with a new situation, the ghost of a person can also speak and act according to previous experiences and personalities; but it rarely appears Well..." Harry used the Soul Stone ring once, racking his brains to come up with the appropriate description.After answering habitually, he came back to his senses: "But why are you asking this? What it summons is also the phantom of the memory of the dead!" Tom should not be interested in this at all, right?

Tom made no answer, but went on striding on.The creation of Horcruxes requires death, so it means that he must have died once.Although I don't know if it will be successful, but Harry can go back to more than 50 years ago, why doesn't he give it a try?

"Hey, aren't you going to say it?" Harry trotted after him all the way until he reached the village in the valley.Tom turned around and walked onto a side dirt path, not intending to answer Harry's question at all.

Harry wanted to keep asking, but the path was winding and rocky, and he had to divert his attention a little from walking.Tom, on the other hand, seemed to have eyes under his feet.Harry complained about his inhumanity in his mind, and then saw the dilapidated wooden house hidden among the trees.

Because the trees block the light, it is almost impossible to distinguish it from the trunk if you don't look carefully.The house was dark, and the roof tiles had almost fallen off, revealing the rotting rafters.The walls were covered with moss, which was one of the reasons it was so hard to tell.The windows are extremely small, with an unknown amount of dust and stains on them, and the shutters are drooping, as if they would fall off if the wind blows gently.The surrounding nettles grew thicker and thicker, and their height exceeded the edge of the window sill.There was still a dead snake nailed to the door, so dry that nothing remained but skin and bones.

Harry recognized that it wasn't the dead snake Bob Ogden remembered, and the next second he hated himself for looking so closely.He turned to look at Tom beside him, the expression on the latter's face was indescribable.It's both disgusting and disappointing.But he didn't pause for long, he went straight up and knocked hard twice.But there seemed to be no sound in the room, so he pushed open the door directly.

The Gaunt house was unspeakably filthy, as filthy as it had been when Harry had seen it in the Pensieve.There are thick cobwebs on the ceiling, the ground is dark, and there are moldy food and a pile of rusty pots on the table.The only light came from a faltering candle at a man's feet.The man's hair and beard had grown to cover his eyes and mouth.For a moment, he still didn't respond to the two people coming in, and he looked as if he was dead.

Tom walked ahead, his eyes naturally falling on the only humanoid creature in the room.They stared at each other for a few seconds before the man staggered to his feet, wand in his right hand and a bloody-looking short knife in his left. "You!" he roared, "You!"

Following his movements, a pile of wine bottles that were originally stacked at his feet fell down and rolled into one place.He lunged so aggressively that Harry could even see the blood in the pupils of his yellow eyes.

"stop!"

The man couldn't stop and hit the table leg.Something was knocked and fell, but no one paid any attention to them.Morfin-Gaunt straightened up, seemed to have regained his senses at last, and looked Tom and Harry back and forth - almost staring.Finally he spoke first, to Harry: "You can say that kind of thing?"

"Yes, I will." Tom took the conversation, stepped into the house through the door, and then frowned imperceptibly.Harry looked at him, then at Morfin Gaunt, who was clearly dazed again, and walked in on his heels.

"I...you...no..." Morfin seemed shocked by the fact that both of them could speak Parseltongue, and couldn't form a complete sentence for a long time.Then he finally choked out, "Who are you?" Still to Harry.Apparently Tom's face was so iconic that Morfin could already see a possible relationship between him and himself.

"Where's Marvolo?" Tom beat Harry again.Harry had only just figured it out himself, and it was so complicated that explaining it to a drunk was a complete waste of time.He found Marvolo from his middle name. Although Harry knew about it later, he just didn't want to ask.

"Dead," replied Morfin, finally taking his eyes off Harry and giving them to Tom a little. "It's been years...you look just like that Muggle, but you're younger than him, and now that I think about it, he's old..." Then he suddenly and unexpectedly spit on the ground. "Dirty guy, trash!"

Tom glanced at Harry.The latter stood behind him silently, with disgust on his face, but not surprised.He was almost certain now that the dirty, delirious-looking guy was his uncle. "That Muggle, Riddle?" he asked with certainty.

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