Evan nced at Tom Riddle Senior on the horse. He was dressed in upper-ss clothes, polite and very handsome. No wonder Merope was fascinated by him.


    Growing up in such an environment, Riddle was no different from Prince Charming in fairy tales to her.


    Unfortunately, she was neither a princess nor a Cindere, but a witch herself.


    In the eyes of Muggles, the evil witch, and what she had der, were the same, and could be described as evil.


    You could get a person’s body with love potion, but you would never get the true love, it was just a continuation of pain.


    Voldemort was the product of a nightmare of deception, pain and distortion, a child cursed at birth.


    In this process, Dumbledore, who was about to prepare for a decisive battle with Grindelwald, did not y a good role.


    During that period, under the influence of Grindelwald, he was very afraid of the emergence of another Dark Lord, so he used some restrictive measures.


    These measures might work for wizards with mediocre qualifications.But for Voldemort, it could only have the opposite effect, making him go further and further down the dark path.


    After that, Dumbledore, who had learned his lesson, changed his thoughts, and the current headmaster, the greatest white wizard in the world, appeared.


    At the same time, the most dangerous dark wizard in history, Lord Voldemort, also emerged.


    “It’s over, Evan!” said Dumbledore.


    He took Evan by the elbow and tugged. In the blink of an eye, they were both soaring weightlessly through darkness, until theynded squarely on their feet in the dim room on the third floor of Number Twelve Grimmauld ce. Inside, everything was the same as it had been before they left.


    “You know why I had you see this memory, don’t you?” said Dumbledore.


    “For that ring?!” Evan asked.


    “That’s just part of it,” said Dumbledore gently. “The main thing is the memory itself.”


    “I know, this is a matter between Voldemort’s parents, his uncle, and his grandfather,” said Evan thoughtfully.


    “Exactly; to defeat Voldemort, you need to understand him, including his upbringing and background, which is a very important part. I have collected some memories like this, and there are still some to find. In the next term, I n to give you and Harry special tutoring to help you understand this period of history.”


    “Hmm,” Evan nodded. “What happened next? After Ogden left…”


    “Oh, he Apparated back to the Ministry and returned with reinforcements within fifteen minutes,” Dumbledore carefully stored the memory from the Pensieve into the crystal bottle. “As expected, Morfin and his father attempted to fight, but both were overpowered, removed from the cottage, and subsequently convicted by the Wizengamot. Morfin, who already had a record of Muggle attacks, was sentenced to three years in Azkaban. Marvolo, who had injured several Ministry employees in addition to Ogden, received six months.”


    “Then they died there?”


    “No, but Azkaban clearly wrecked their bodies,” said Dumbledore. “Isn’t it ironic? There are rumors that Azkaban was once part of the Slytherin family’s domain, but that is all history. The Gaunt family, as descendants of the Slytherin family, was a very ancient wizarding family, noted for a vein of instability and violence that flourished through the generations due to their habit of marrying their own cousins. Lack of sense coupled with a great liking for grandeur meant that the family gold was squandered several generations before Marvolo was born. He, as you saw, was left in squalor and poverty, with a very nasty temper, a fantastic amount of arrogance and pride, and a couple of family heirlooms that he treasured just as much as his son, and rather more than his daughter. Both of these things are what we need to find, and one of them is already with you!”


    “Yes,” Evan sighed. “ine is also a descendant of Slytherin, but she’s not like this…”


    “Oh, this is another interesting topic,” said Dumbledore with interest. “Through my research during this period, I found that this vampire n is not actually the direct descendant of Slytherin. The most direct proof is that they cannot speak Parseltongue, but their ancestors clearly had some connection with Szar Slytherin. This requires investigation in Norway. All evidence indicates that it was Szar’sst whereabouts during his lifetime and where he left that thing.”


    It was indeed shocking: Caresius and ine were not direct descendants of Slytherin.


    They just had thisst name, but upon closer examination, this could exin a lot of things!


    Of course, even without a blood connection, they were certainly rted to Slytherin in some way!


    “What is that thing? Is it the evil god I found underground with the Acromants, Professor?” Evan asked.


    “Only a part, Evan,” said Dumbledore. “As you know, Szar split that unknown creature into parts, namely the eyeball, the brain and the body. There is only a part of it in Norway, probably the body. In fact there are bigger secrets behind this creature.”


    “What are they?”


    “We cannot be sure; we stillck enough information!” Dumbledore shook his head, speaking seriously. “That’s why our main purpose in going to Norway is to uncover these secrets. I believe Voldemort got what he needed from there, and so can we. This information from Szar Slytherin can help us understand the creature you call the evil god, and figure out what we need to face it, and defeat it.”


    “But, can the evil god really be defeated?” said Evan, without much confidence; he thought that sealing it might be the best oue.


    “Perhaps, what we need to defeat is merely their manifestation in this world, not their true form in the void,” said Dumbledore. “It’s not without precedent. Szar Slytherin himself had done it before. He was indeed a powerful wizard!”


    After a moment of silence, Evan agreed with Dumbledore’s assessment that Szar was a powerful wizard.


    A man who could defeat the evil god and dissect his body was a strong and perverted guy no matter from any angle.


    Then, he thought of another question, how did such a powerful wizard die?!


    From what he knew, it seemed that Szar Slytherin would not willingly ept the end of his life.


    “Alright, Evan, let’s turn the topic back to the memory we just saw,” said Dumbledore. “I think you noticed we also had a glimpse of Voldemort’s father, the man on the horse.”


    “I saw him … Tom Riddle Senior!”


    “Yes, indeed. He was a handsome Muggle who used to go riding past the Gaunt cottage and for whom Merope Gaunt cherished a secret, burning passion,” said Dumbledore simply. “They ended up togetherter!”


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