The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts

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Memories rush~~

The endless wailing echoed in the depths of the soul, and listening to the mournful screams of pain, it was simply heart-warming.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

The light of the spell flickered, illuminating a pale face.

are you happy? I am very happy. To be happy is to laugh wildly. Don't worry about where you are or what your deepest state is. Be happy and laugh.

"Grind and hooray!"

The light of the spell flickered, and Anton wowed in amazement, feeling the happiness of the whole world.

Do not!

I am not Anton.

Endless dark clouds tumbled in the stone corridor, and thunder and lightning crawled through the air.

In the deepest part of the stone corridor, the huge stone door opened slightly, and a king cobra slowly crawled out.

It just wandered freely in the promenade interlaced with thunder and lightning, neighing against the dark clouds in the sky, and its body began to swell and change.

Eventually, a tall, thin, handsome boy appeared on the spot.

His black hair was well groomed, his black pupils were full of arrogance and confidence, and his wizard robe fluttered, and he walked out slowly.

"I'm Tom Marvolo Riddle."

Although he doesn't like the name Tom, it's too common. If you call Tom in any street in Europe, different people will answer.

"Hufflepuff? Naturally? Animagus?"

He looked back at the secret room and pouted, "A boring inheritance."

After returning to the school kitchen from the fireplace, Tom looked at the ugly creatures huddled in the corners with disgust. He couldn't believe that the delicious food he ate in the auditorium came from such dirty things. Feeling a little off-putting.

He had thought the wizarding school would enslave some miserably weak Muggles to prepare food for their noble wizards.

At least it should be like in the novel, dressed in a decent maid outfit and a butler's tuxedo.

Although he felt that Muggles were no better than these elves.

His time in the orphanage had given him a thorough understanding of what a so-called Muggle really was.

Those lowly Muggles don't always look good in others. As long as they show a little bit of liking to be clean, these disgusting orphans will frantically humiliate and ridicule him, excluding him like an alien.

They would pee on his bed, humiliating the clean kid, trying to pull the mistake back into their dirty world.

And the staff at the orphanage would only tell him, "You should learn to be gregarious."

hehe~

How are you gregarious, as dirty as they are?

Do you like to bully the weak as much as they do? Like them, don't you see other people like reading books? Do you go out and steal things on the street like they do? Like them stuffing their own things into other people's closets to frame themselves as a thief?

Like them... lowly?

The staff will only believe in those people. After all, everyone speaks the same voice, and he is just a lonely child who doesn't like to talk. He is always greeted with punishment.

Punished for washing the toilet, punished for being hungry, punished for washing others' socks...

The ugliness of human nature is the only thing Tom learned in the orphanage.

nausea!

Disgusting enough to want to destroy everything.

But he knows that there is no need to destroy, as long as he comes there with absolute strength, these people will obediently kneel in front of him and try to kiss the toe of his shoes.

Yes, he knows, anyway, these people are so disgusting, it is this kind of virtue.

He had tortured those Muggles with magic.

Luckily, he wasn't actually a Muggle.

But noble wizards.

It is like a **** who lives in the clouds and looks down on the ants in the sky.

He frantically pursued magical knowledge, not to become stronger, but to make his wisdom worthy of his noble identity.

But unfortunately, today is a holiday, so I can only temporarily leave this kingdom of gods and return to the dirty world.

Of course, it must have been a meaningful summer, as he finally found out the bloodline of the 'Marvolo' in his name.

Maybe he will find his loved ones who truly belong to him.

Dear...

The family he desperately longed for.

No one understands how lonely an orphan who has been bullied and excluded, he decides to forgive their abandonment, as long as he has relatives.

Even if you just give him a little love, it's okay to pretend.

After all, he didn't dare to expect too much.

All the way up the stairs of Hogwarts Castle, the oncoming classmates greeted him one after another.

"Hey, Tom." Nodding with a smile.

"Hey, Riddle." Nodding with a smile.

"Hello, prefect!" A group of people in Slytherin uniforms saluted respectfully. Tom patted their shoulders with a smile and continued to walk up.

At this moment, a wizard in an exquisite three-piece suit was standing at the corner of the stairs. Tom hurriedly ran in small steps, with excitement in his heart and a little bit of fear, and rushed in front of him, respectfully. Salute, "Professor Dumbledore!"

However, Dumbledore just stared at him with cold eyes, patted his shoulder lightly, and walked down the stairs.

Oh, Tom didn't mind, Dumbledore always did.

This is what the strong looks like.

Tom's eyes were full of admiration.

...

...

The world is so disgusting, so disgusting it makes me sick!

Tom looked at the so-called uncle in front of him in disbelief, who should have rushed over and hugged him fiercely, and said, 'I have finally found you, child, it's been a hard life alone, in the future you should with relatives' etc.

Then he will smile brightly, yes, he should have a very bright smile.

Then he said, no, don't bother uncle, I already have a home, and my home is Hogwarts.

But……

not at all!

The man standing in front of them, this thing that is dirtier than a homeless man, with thick dirt tangled in his thick hair, can no longer distinguish his original color. He lost a few teeth in his mouth, and his two small black eyes stared in opposite directions.

"That disgusting little bitch, that sister who only deserves to be a slave, violated Slytherin's blood, and secretly left this house while my father and I were in prison."

"I actually went to find that Muggle man, and played some tricks, aha, I guess it's either the Imperius Curse or the Love Potion to get the man to run away with him."

"But, hahaha, this woman who was a Squib before we were put in prison may have some magic power, but it's not enough to control that man for long."

"He woke up and left this disgusting little bitch."

"Love, it's ridiculous."

"You are very handsome, Tom, haha, the same name as your father, the same handsome face, really still infatuated with that man to death."

The uncle laughed strangely, "Marvolo, it's ridiculous, this despicable person dares to use her father's name for his son, this is so rotten..."

Tom couldn't listen anymore.

He simply waved his wand neatly, "Gouging out the bone!"

The light of the spell was like plasma, and rushed towards the man from the tip of the wand, and the man let out a mournful wailing sound.

Tom just looked at him quietly and looked at him calmly, "Don't you say that to her, it's right for her to leave you disgusting people, and it's right for her to pursue love, she can have it if she likes it, whether it's a love potion or a swindle. Soul curse, no big deal."

"And you, don't deserve to be her brother."

The piercing light didn't stop for a long time.

Tom's tears flowed quietly from the corners of his eyes. It was the fantasy of all family affection. With the tears, it left his body and his mind.

For some reason, he looked at the man who was screaming mournfully under the Cruciatus Curse, and felt an indescribable comfort in his heart.

"You, only deserve the Cruciatus."

The light of the spell was getting brighter and brighter, rising little by little to a level of power that Tom had never had before, and the pleasure brought by the **** was constantly filling his empty heart.

Is it strong?

In exchange for affection.

Tom looked up at the sky among the leaves, as if he could see a woman with a blurred face.

"Mother……"

He pursed his lips hard, and took a deep breath with all the good fantasies about his mother.

"You like that man, right, then I'll send him to you."

With that, he chuckled and looked down at the so-called uncle, "As for you, you should take some responsibility for your sister, right, it's you who killed the Riddle family, Morfin Gaunt."

...

...

"child……"

"child……"

"Professor Dumbledore, this is useless, I have a solution."

A high-pitched voice sounded in my ear, "Sleep for what purpose, there is time to sleep after death!"

Anton woke up suddenly, opened his eyes, turned over and got up, "Teacher, I was wrong, I will never..."

"Quack quack." The old wizard pointed at Anton with his left hand, and gave a strange and happy laugh from his head held in his right hand.

Dumbledore looked at Anton and the old wizard Fiennes with a strange expression.

"!!!" Anton slapped his **** hard.

Well, finally woke up. Anton took a deep breath and turned to look at Dumbledore, "I was almost eroded by his memory and couldn't get out!"

Dumbledore pursed his lips, "Thank you."

Anton shrugged, "Take it as a reward for your past care, Professor Dumbledore, don't expect me to do anything for you in the future!"

Dumbledore smiled slightly, "How about you carry out the plan? This is not the depths of the soul, and I have no way to rebound the Death-Slaying Curse."

"!!!" Anton stared at Dumbledore with wide eyes, "Do you think this is compensation? It's not that I want to work for you! Don't do it, whoever you like, is not willing to accompany you."

"Well, I thought you would like it, after all you have a criminal record..."

Ha ha.

Does having a criminal record mean that this person can only do this kind of thing all his life? Anton couldn't help thinking of those memories of Tom's childhood, and sighed slightly, watching this stubborn Dumbledore ~www.wuxiahere.com~ planning to say something for Tom.

Think about it.

Forget it, Voldemort has cut out the love.

Can not go back.

What's the use of proving that he once also longed for beauty.

It's more realistic to kill him. Knowing that he was originally a good man would only affect the speed at which Dumbledore drew his sword.

He just sneered, "None of my business!"

Slam the door and leave.

Memories of Lao Fu...

Anton really has a way to empathize. He was an orphan in his previous life, how could he not experience the despair of loneliness and disillusionment.

He is in a very bad mood now.

Don't mess with him!

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Thanks to the leader of the book friend [A Lonely Dog] for the reward