[HP] Morfin Gaunt

Mixed blood, for Voldemort, has always been a stain that he kept secret. He couldn't bear his humble Muggle blood. mixed-race identity.Although Morfin told him that mixed blood often brings together the best of the two races, this situation is different after all.Morfin is a pure-blood, he is a mixed-blood, the difference in words seems to be an insurmountable gap.In this rebirth, Voldemort's experience was much better than his previous life, but the most surprising thing was that he could get rid of his mixed blood identity.

Picking up the moonshine grass that he had just picked, Voldemort left a note to Morfin saying that after returning to the dormitory to find Abu for something, he quietly came to the Room of Requirement.In front of the tapestry, Voldemort walked back and forth three times, and then thought: I need a potion brewing room.

The Room of Requirement was indeed a huge treasure. After Voldemort entered it, he saw the same potion room as he had in the manor in his previous life.Touching the familiar crucible with some nostalgia, he carefully lit the fire to cook the prescription that he had always kept in his heart. He knew this prescription in his previous life, but he was missing the most important thing——Salazar Slater Lin's blood.After the basic potion was squeezed and brewed, he carefully removed the bottle on his neck and added it to the colorless liquid in the crucible little by little.The liquid gradually turned red, and Voldemort held his breath for a moment, carefully watching the color of the liquid gradually finalize, then carefully took out the dewy Moonlight Flower, took off the petals and squeezed gently, bringing The fragrant juice slowly gathered and dripped, and a magical scene appeared. The combination of the red liquid and the transparent flower juice turned into a brilliant golden color, and there seemed to be golden light spots flashing in the liquid.

Carefully counting the seconds in his mind, Voldemort extinguished the fire, and poured the liquid in the crucible into a glass bottle.Looking at the golden liquid for several seconds, Voldemort raised his head without warning and poured down the potion.Like almost all potions, the taste of this beautiful potion is inversely proportional to its appearance. The terrible taste is not bitter, not sour, but astringent.The astringency in his stomach that spread all the way from his mouth made him groan, and his face turned pale all of a sudden.But this kind of torture was just the beginning. After the poison of taste, Voldemort felt a piercing pain before he recovered. Although Voldemort used Cruciatus as his favorite punishment method in his previous life, he didn't Tried what that pain looks like.There is no way to compare it, he only knows that the pain he is feeling now is a pain emanating from the bone marrow, making one still want to tear down all the bones in his body.

When another torment struck, Voldemort finally couldn't support himself and fell to the ground.His thick black hair was soaked in constant cold sweat, sticking to his pale face, his whole body curled up, looking completely helpless.After an unknown amount of time, the pain finally eased, and Voldemort felt as if all his strength had disappeared.Unable to see the time in the Response Room, Voldemort tried his best to prop up his body with his hands, wiped the sweat on his forehead with the sleeve of his wizard robe, and then combed his sweaty hair back with one hand, exposing his smooth forehead.

Finally cast a disillusionment spell on himself, and Voldemort walked towards the door unsteadily.It wasn't that he couldn't make do with a night in the Room of Requirement, but he was afraid that Morfin would be too worried about running to Slytherin's dormitories to find him.Few people came around the Response Room, and he was able to walk all the way to Morfin's office smoothly.

Although the pain that Voldemort felt was huge and long, in reality it didn't last as long as he imagined, and it was only about 3 or 4 hours in total—now it was time for everyone to go to bed.

In the quiet office, Morfin was carefully transcribing his lecture notes.Morfin, who came back from get off work, didn't think much of it when he saw Voldemort's note. He thought it was just a meeting between children and friends, but he never expected to see his nephew stumbling in with a pale face.

Standing up from behind the desk in a hurry and rushing forward, Morfin didn't care at all about his sore thigh from being hit by the corner of the table: "Tom, what's wrong with you?"

Voldemort slowly raised his eyes, and looked weakly at the tense Morfin: "Don't send me to the medical wing, I'll just sleep for a while, and I must not let other people test my body..." With the last trace of clarity After saying this in his mind, Voldemort suddenly fell into a coma.

Looking at the unconscious Voldemort, Morfin was very anxious, and really wanted to know what happened, but what Voldemort said made him vigilant. Over the years, Morfin knew a lot about Voldemort, knowing that he possessed wisdom beyond his age. Since he said that he cannot let others check his body, he must have his own reasons.Pursing his lips, Morfin finally decided to respect Voldemort's opinion, carefully carried Voldemort to the bed in the bedroom and put him down, and began to use all the detection spells he knew on him, watching the information fed back by the light, the current Voldemort Just exhausted.

Knowing that his nephew's life was not in danger, Morfin was half relieved, and the rest was waiting for Voldemort to wake up and tell himself.Looking at his nephew, Morfin knew that he would definitely not be able to sleep tonight, what if Voldemort's situation changed while he was sleeping, so the worried uncle leaned against the bed to watch A night of books.

When Voldemort woke up the next day, he saw this scene: Morfin's face was a little sluggish, he was holding a book in one hand, and was testing his body temperature with the other on his forehead.

For some reason, Voldemort let out a sigh, and this small voice was also detected by Morfin, who suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Voldemort: "Tom, you're awake, is it uncomfortable?"

Voldemort had to admit that every time he saw Morfin caring for him, he felt very fulfilled and comfortable in his heart.He shook his head: "It's completely fine, don't worry."

Naturally, Morfin would not just listen to Voldemort's one-sided words. After carefully observing his face and the results of the magic test, he believed that Voldemort had recovered from yesterday's bad state.While he was completely relieved in his heart, he couldn't help but burst into anger: "Tom, do you know what you are doing? You came back like that yesterday, did you ever think that I would be very worried?"

Morfin hadn't even slapped him in the past few years. Looking at his slightly flushed face due to anger, Voldemort sighed leisurely in his heart, and then said: "I took a potion yesterday. Uncle, I am also a pure blood now."

"What?" It's not that Morfin hadn't guessed why Voldemort was injured. In fact, he thought it was probably caused by the children's fights.But now Voldemort was telling him that the reason he looked like this was because of the potion that purified his blood?When did such a potion exist?Isn't that just a legend?

Voldemort's words were not impulsive either.He knew that Morfin would find out about his becoming a pure-blood sooner or later. Instead of making the opponent angry at that time, it would be better to take the initiative to show his cards now to win the opponent's trust.As for the potion matter, he knew that Morfin was not a talkative person, and Dumbledore would not make a big fuss about it saying that he was a half-blood. After all, he did not tell his half-blood wizards what happened in his previous life. I am of mixed race.As for the possible verification of other nobles, he has also destroyed the evidence that he was a mixed blood for so long.The relevant documents of the orphanage and the memories of the people in the orphanage were all tampered with by him. As for the old Riddle family, he has not found it until now. It seems that they are really no longer in the UK, so it seems that his mixed blood identity Has been completely obliterated, except for a few people who can't tell the secret.No one will ever know that Tom Riddle was once a biracial.

"Yes, potion, the gift you gave me at that time contained a bottle of this potion. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, because it was the last thing my mother left me, the blood of Salazar Slytherin And potion recipes. She said she didn't want me to be sidelined in the wizarding world for the love she was after. She also told me not to tell anyone, so sorry, Uncle."

Mofin can search faintly in his memory. Although Merope is a squib, she can brew potions. After all, it doesn't involve too much output of magic power.As for the bottle of blood and the statement, although Morfin felt that there were some things that were not special for him to agree with, such as why Meplo pawned such a valuable thing, he finally believed it.Because the situation at that time was too critical for Meplo, in Morfin's perception, it was the most important thing for a mother to keep her child alive. (Morfin is less clear about what happened after Maplo left.)

Nodding slightly, Morfin expressed that he believed in Voldemort for the time being, but he was still a little angry: "Tom, as I said, mixed races combine the advantages of two races, you can ignore those strange and narrow words..."

Before Morfin could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Voldemort: "Uncle, you are a pure blood, no matter how hard you think about it, you still can't fully understand the difficulty of being a mixed blood. It's like a bat, like a bird. He flies, but looks like a mouse, but no matter how hard he tries, he can't enter any side, and can only live alone. The half-breed is like a bat, and the wizard and Muggle are like a bird and a mouse. You Never know, the feeling of being rejected by both parties and having nothing to follow."

Although Voldemort finally achieved the position of Darklord in his previous life, he still came from the first year of Slytherin.In the Muggle world, he was regarded as a monster, feared and hated by everyone, and he was despised and ridiculed in the wizarding world. If he wasn't strong enough, he might not even be able to find a job in the end.

Listening to Voldemort's words, Morfin was silent for a long time, and finally put his hand on Voldemort's head: "Tom, maybe, you are right."