allendalepharm Chapter 333 The Brave and the Adventurous Arrive
Chapter 333 The Brave and the Adventurous Arrive
Chapter 333 The Brave and the Adventurous Arrive
Summer night in 1943.
Outside the village of Little Hangton, on a low hillside, the dense forest, with its thick canopy and the damp chill of the night mist, makes the place look particularly eerie.
After walking around several huge thorny bushes, you'll see a wooden shed quietly perched beside a large locust tree.
The shack looked exceptionally dilapidated, with strange oil stains covering the exposed wood. Against the backdrop of fuzzy gray-black moss and climbing nettles, it resembled a haunted house outside the village.
People live here!
In fact, if you can pass through the shed and continue exploring into the area covered by thick vegetation, you can find many brick and stone building materials that have collapsed due to years of disrepair.
Many of the materials appear to have been handled multiple times, with some of the more valuable decorative and relief slabs being knocked off and sold for money.
This is the former residence of the Gaunt family, descendants of Slytherin, known as the Gaunt Old House.
A state of decay is a common feature of many ancient wizarding families. Even without Muggle wizards vying for their living space, they would still drift away from the glory of their ancestors and fall into complete decline due to various problems.
This is destiny!
Pure-blood wizards inevitably have to bear the bitter consequences of a large number of inbreeding marriages. When the family is eventually reduced to a bunch of mentally challenged people, it is impossible to maintain the glory of the past.
In the eyes of others, they even became a fat sheep.
Unless a genius suddenly appears in a family, although the probability is low, many families are lucky enough to continue in this way.
Now, after generations of mentally challenged individuals, the Gaunt family has welcomed a genius with unparalleled talent.
Tom Riddle.
The only remaining descendant of the family, Morfin Gunter, was excitedly hugging his nephew and shouting his father's name.
Oh, don't think he's celebrating that his family has produced an outstanding person. In the eyes of someone like him who places great importance on pure bloodlines, Tom is not a member of the Gaunt family.
First of all, Tom's mother, his sister, had already married and taken her husband's surname, so the children she gave birth to were naturally from another family.
Secondly, in terms of bloodline, Tom was a bastard in his eyes who deserved contempt and disdain.
He, Morfin Gaunt, is the real Gaunt, the only one!
Tom Riddle is a mud bastard with Muggle blood flowing through his veins, even more disgusting than a Muggle!
Mofen doesn't need any help at all; he doesn't need anyone.
He may seem to be poor, but in reality, he has never had any worries in his life.
He speaks with a snake-like accent!
Parseltongue is a dialect spoken in the noble lineage of Slytherin.
He was nothing like his father, Marvolo Gaunt, who foolishly regarded snakes as companions in life.
In his eyes, all snakes in this world that unconditionally obey his commands are food, weapons that help him attack people automatically, goods for trade, and punching bags for him to kill at will when he releases his inner violence.
Yes, his favorite thing to do was to nail the snake carcasses he had tortured to the walls of the shed, demonstrating the snake-man's domineering authority over snake creatures.
His life was smooth sailing; he had no ambition and no worries.
At least that was the case after his father's death; no one ever forcibly stopped him from eating snakes again, and no one ever stopped him from taking a whole bag of venomous snakes to exchange for alcohol.
Aha~
After his father, Marvolo Gaunt, died, he never went hungry!
But now!
His father appeared before him in such a bizarre way! (He mistook Tom Riddle for his father)
Like a demon, it came before him, attempting to destroy the carefree life he had enjoyed for the past ten years!
This is simply unacceptable!
Morfin Gaunt, in a frenzy, grabbed Tom Riddle by the neck, yelling, "Marvolo Gaunt! You're dead! You're dead! Don't even think about coming back to life and interfering in my life!"
Tom Riddle, caught off guard, was pinched until his face turned bright red, almost liver-red.
Few people can imagine how much an orphan who had a very unhappy childhood and was treated like a monster longed for family affection and the love of relatives.
From the very first day he entered Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he never gave up searching for his blood relatives.
He is 16 years old this year!
It took a lot of effort and hardship.
We finally found it.
It turned out that all his relatives were still alive. His father was still alive, his grandparents were still alive, and his uncle was still alive. Overjoyed, he couldn't wait any longer and was eager to reunite with his blood relatives.
He made a point of dressing himself properly, even though he always dressed that way.
He is no longer the impoverished child he was in the orphanage; he is more elegant than a nobleman and more learned than many professors.
He was far ahead of all his classmates at school.
At school, he was a Slytherin prefect and a recipient of numerous honors and awards. Outside of school, he maintained connections with many masters. As a fifth-year student, he had already cultivated a considerable reputation in the community.
In his studies of magic, he has shown exceptional potential in a range of subjects, including spells, potions, herbs, defense against the dark magic, alchemy, divination, and more.
A super-talented individual with the potential to become a magic master in every subject!
He has even invented countless incredibly powerful magic and potion recipes. What he is most proud of is his ability to fly; he is the only wizard in the wizarding world today who can fly on his own.
Only one, there is no other like it!
He was so eager to show his best side to his blood relatives.
The first person I naturally planned to visit was my uncle.
Although the identity of "father" seems more intimate, the father, Old Tom Riddle, is just a useless Muggle. He might have been of some help to him during his lonely and helpless time in the orphanage, but now he is just a blood relative.
Yes, Tom Riddle didn't mind that his father was a Muggle.
Even though he experienced so many narratives about bloodlines at school, and even though he often used his Parsleyan ability to imply to everyone the strength of his bloodline, that he might be a descendant of Slytherin, one of the school's founders.
But the means are just means, not the understanding rooted in his mind.
He grew up in the Muggle world, and many Muggle ways of thinking were incorporated into his worldview, values, and outlook on life through literacy education and years of life experience.
When they come to school and are told about the pure-blood theory, they won't foolishly take it as their own value standard and then trap themselves in it, restricting and disciplining themselves. Instead, they will look at it with a critical mindset.
He should be the one who disciplines others, not someone who is influenced by others' values and then becomes trapped by them.
He's smart; he knows how to do things in his own best interest.
What if his bloodline isn't noble at all, but just an extremely ordinary pureblood, or even the lowly Mudblood bloodline that everyone mocks? Wouldn't believing in this kind of thing just mean degrading yourself and letting many people step on your head and boss you around?
How could that be!
Yes, that's the kind of person he is; he divides everything into two categories: "useful to him" and "useless to him"!
It's not about purebloods being nobler or Muggles being inferior.
There is never nobility or baseness, only strength and weakness.
If his father were the Muggle king of the Muggle kingdom, he certainly wouldn't mind telling others that this was also a kind of bloodline that was "useful to him."
His choice to support the theory of bloodline and stand on the side of the powerful group was so simple.
So, his first stop on this journey to find his relatives was his mother's blood relatives, the Gaunt family.
How lucky! How wonderful!
Aha~
He really is a descendant of Slytherin!
From then on, he could proudly proclaim his noble lineage and successfully gain a high position among those fools who firmly believed in the theory of bloodline.
Many people had to admit that they were inferior to him.
Look, this is the problem with those fools who believe in the value of bloodline—once they find their own noble and pure bloodline, they can easily use these people's values to trample on them, and these people will still foolishly show submission!
Fool!
Fool!
Tom looked at his uncle, Morfin Gaunt, who was choking him, and felt utterly disappointed.
Whether it's his apparent lack of communicability, his simplistic, almost animalistic way of thinking, or his choice to use a choking attack despite possessing considerable magical abilities—
Everything proves that my uncle is an idiot!
Tom finally couldn't stand the suffocating feeling of being choked and let out a cold snort.
A powerful shockwave swept outwards in all directions, and Morfin Gunter was thrown high into the air as if hit by a large truck, crashing heavily onto the decaying ground of the forest, screaming in pain.
Tom slowly walked over, looked down at him, suppressing his irritation, and told himself to be patient as he explained, "I am not Marvolo Gaunt, I am your sister Merop Gaunt's son, Tom Marvolo Riddle!"
"Melop's son?" Morfin muttered repeatedly, somewhat confused.
"Yes!"
"Melop? A little slut married to a Muggle? You're Melop's son? A bastard with old Tom's filthy blood flowing through your veins?" Morfin's voice was distorted, his eyes filled with rage as he shouted angrily, "You bastard, how dare you use my father's name as your middle name!"
Tom sighed.
It seems that the person in front of me is not only mentally challenged and incompetent, but also a fool whose judgment is limited by the doctrine of pure blood.
Definitely a fool!
Putting himself in his shoes, Tom thought that if he were his uncle Morfin, and a nephew who so desperately craved family affection and was so outstanding and had so much potential came to him, he would seize the opportunity to rise up and rebuild the glory of the Gaunt family.
At this point, the theory of pure blood has become an obstacle in life!
Don't you ever think about it?
Why can't they judge the gains and losses that even an illiterate farmer understands?
Tom shook his head, utterly disappointed in this so-called uncle.
They instantly judged it as something "useless to them," and even after they achieved success in the future, it might become a burden and a negative influence.
He surveyed the surroundings, a living environment that was practically a wasteland, looking at the dilapidated wooden shed that was probably just the old ancestral home's stable, and the creaking wooden door that swayed in the night wind. He coldly looked down at his uncle, "You'd better just rot here for the rest of your life!"
Aside from their birth, the Gaunt family seems to have nothing else to offer them.
He was about to turn and leave when he suddenly focused his gaze on the ring on Morfin Fonte's rough finger, which was engraved with the Peverell coat of arms!
Peverell is one of the three brothers who possessed the three Deathly Hallows. He is a legendary figure, and this ring is obviously extremely valuable!
(Tom's judgment was correct; this was indeed the Resurrection Stone, one of the three Deathly Hallows, which the Gaunt family had set into a ring to create a more powerful magical ring. He was unaware of this at the time.)
It must be said that even a starved camel is bigger than a horse.
Even in a family as fallen as the Gaunt, Tom's mother still possessed the family heirloom Slytherin locket, and Tom's uncle also owned this seemingly magical ring.
The night wind howled.
A drifting leaf suddenly exploded in mid-air, making a faint but muffled popping sound.
Pa~!
Morfin Gunter's eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
Only one hand remained, raised unnaturally. The ring on the finger automatically broke free and flew up, flashing with the light of a "cleansing spell" in mid-air, before finally landing in Tom's palm.
"You are not worthy of it; the glory of the Gaunt family resides with me!"
Only then did Tom pull his wand from his wizard's robe pocket, point it at Morphine's head, and chant the spell, "Forget everything!"
The powerful forgetting spell instantly distorted Morfen's memories.
Even when facing a fool, a fool whose memories are easily self-consistent, Tom remained meticulous and attentive when casting spells to alter the other person's memories.
It was so meticulous that even if Dumbledore, the most powerful magician of the time, were to arrive, he wouldn't be able to detect the extent to which the memories had been altered.
Caution has always been his best habit.
After doing all this, he headed toward the village of Little Hangleton beyond the woods.
It's time to see his father and grandparents. Hopefully, they won't disappoint him again. He doesn't ask for much; even just a little care from his family would be helpful.
Even just a little bit!
He was mentally prepared for this, after all, he was an abandoned orphan. If someone truly loved him, they would have searched the world for him long ago. With his uncle's magical abilities and his father's family's wealth, there would always be a way. So he knew early on that he couldn't ask for too much.
The night wind was blowing harder and harder.
Tom, who was slowly walking into the village, did not notice that a shoe had quietly appeared in a corner behind him.
Then, quite abruptly, a hand reached out, as if grabbing something, and suddenly ripped it open.
The image shows Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Draco Malfoy huddled together inside.
They used the Cloak of Invisibility, one of the three Deathly Hallows, a powerful magical artifact said to be able to evade even death. In addition, they learned various spells to conceal their personal information in Professor Lockhart's Duel Club, which was enough to allow them to easily evade Tom Riddle's perception.
"He's dead?" Ron looked at Morfen, who was lying on the ground, his life hanging in the balance, with some fear.
"He didn't die!" Draco answered. "This dark wizard later went to Azkaban to be imprisoned. In his later years, he finally figured things out and made a deal with Dumbledore to exchange a part of his memories for his release from Azkaban, but he died in Azkaban before he could complete the release procedures."
"Hey!" Ron exclaimed in disbelief, gesturing to the person on the ground, "This isn't history, this is the person right here! He might have just been accidentally killed!"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Stop with your Gryffindor conspiracy theories, you idiot. The past is irreversible, understand?"
Harry Potter snorted unhappily, "What do you mean by Gryffindor-style conspiracy theory?"
But this was clearly not the time for discussion; his attention was still drawn to the unconscious man, and he asked curiously, "Do you know this person?"
Draco curled his lip, looking at the two good-for-nothing students in front of him. "If you two had just read Professor X's book, *Voldemort the Mysterious Man: A Pureblood Supremacist with a Muggle Father?*, you would know everything about this!"
"All of our pure-blood family members are studying this book diligently; even Pansy and Goyle have been made to read it repeatedly by their parents!"
His expression was so mocking as he looked at Harry, "Isn't your enemy the Man of Voldemort? If I were you, I would have memorized every single word of that book!"
Then he looked at Ron, "Aren't your parents members of the Order of the Phoenix? Do they really not value the only monumental work on occultists in the world?"
understood!
Ron and Harry exchanged a glance, confirming that Draco was indeed a very annoying person.
Okay, that's the only conclusion.
They had to earnestly ask Draco why they had lost contact with the professors and had come here alone, only to encounter a young Voldemort dressed in the same Hogwarts uniform.
They had to be extremely careful to ensure that no intelligence was missed.
"Morfin Gunter, who is said to have murdered the Riddle family, was sentenced to Azkaban prison for his past record of attacking the old Tom and his family, and for his own confession."
Draco recounted this to them with a hint of helplessness. He was clearly aware that all three of them were in danger, and that intelligence sharing was the most basic form of teamwork.
"Of course, the professor said in the book that it was actually done by a mysterious person who altered Mofen's memories to make him take the blame."
At the trial, so many powerful wizards from the Ministry of Magic, including Dumbledore, who had always suspected the Mystic, were present, yet they were all helpless. They couldn't find any evidence to suggest the Mystic was responsible. This proved the Mystic's profound skill with the Oblivion Charm.
"Wait!" Harry exclaimed, staring at Draco in disbelief, pointing in the direction Voldemort had just left. "You mean, he killed his own father? His biological father? Here? Maybe even right now?"
"No, I think it must be this time!"
Harry's premonitions always possessed a unique divination quality and a sense of mission, "This might be why we're here right now!"
“He’s a wicked man, everyone knows that!” Ron said from the side. “Hey, man, we don’t know why we’re here, why we have to face all this, but I think we should probably do something!”
"Yes!" Harry couldn't possibly ignore this!
"Are you all insane?" Draco stared at them in disbelief. "The first rule of using a time-tamper is that you can't interfere with things that happened in the past!"
"Do you know what this involves?"
"It's all in the book! It involves the mysterious man creating a second Horcrux! He completed its creation through this massacre!"
"Events that severely disrupt history are absolutely unacceptable; we might even disappear into the annals of time as a result!"
"No, you're wrong!" Harry clearly already understood this in his own magical way. "The professor said that time doesn't exist, and what we're doing now is simply part of history continuing forward!"
He ignored what Draco was saying, gripped his wand tightly, and strode toward the village.
As Professor Lockhart said, heroes answer the call of adventure, but Harry Potter is so special that he never needs the call of adventure to embark on it.
Ron actually believed Draco's story to some extent.
But rather than discussing the merits of the theory, he had more faith in his friendship with Harry—Harry needed him at that moment!
He drew his wand and quickly followed.
"Are you guys crazy?"
Draco was stunned, standing there, staring in disbelief at the backs of the two Gryffindor brutes.
These are all established facts of history. Old Tom's family has been buried underground for who knows how many years. Is it really necessary to save them?
Besides, that's Voldemort, the evil demon king!
Professor Lockhart made the judgment in the book that Voldemort may have stepped into the realm of a magic master after creating the first Horcrux!
Just thinking about it makes one feel hopeless.
As he was thinking, he suddenly shuddered.
For some inexplicable reason, he seemed to have a unique realization—a fairytale adventure seemed to be about to begin?
Yes, he had studied Professor Lockhart's teachings so diligently and thought so deeply that he was so sensitive to the difference in what he saw before him.
Isn't this the most standard fairy tale adventure, where a hero battles an evil demon to stop him from harming others?
Isn't this exactly—
Is this the fairytale adventure he's always longed for?
Embark bravely into the romance of a fairytale adventure, where magic will naturally unfold!
He always remembered Professor Lockhart's teachings!
At this point, he was too lazy to think about theories like time paradoxes, and even too lazy to think that the young Tom Riddle was the future villain Voldemort.
An opportunity has arrived!
Right in front of you!
He has to catch him!
Draco only knew that the brave enjoy the world first, while the cowardly live forever in the fear they create for themselves.
on!
Slytherins are not lacking in courage either; that has never been the exclusive domain of Gryffindors!
He's just not a reckless brute.
Draco gripped his wand tightly and quickly pulled out the flying broom he had prepared beforehand from the box. This was the best-performing fire bolt. After thinking for a moment, he quickly took out some magical items and placed them in the most easily accessible place on his person.
Then, without hesitation, forge ahead!
Fight against the evil dark wizard, save the innocent, and protect your teammates!
He too can become a hero!
Harry————
Ron————
You'd better perform well, or I'll be the main character in this fairytale adventure!
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