pertwk Chapter 166 Finding a Relative
Chapter 166 Finding a Relative
Tom strolled outside, not planning to go back and get into trouble with the Dark Lord anytime soon. With the reason for irritating the Dark Lord, he wouldn't say anything more if he wandered around a little longer this time.
When the Dark Lord kicked him out of the door, he saw Wormtail showing a gloating smile in the small kitchen window, but he decided to pretend not to see it - there was no need to have a meaningless conflict with Wormtail.
Tom has always suspected that Wormtail plays a decisive role in the Dark Lord's big plan. If the conflict with Wormtail disrupts the Dark Lord's plan, the Dark Lord's attention will shift to his backup option.
Yes, the Dark Lord seemed to indulge him, and he even dared to say that after spending time together, the Dark Lord had somewhat of a teacher-student relationship with him. With the Dark Lord's temperament, he does look down on Wormtail...but the Dark Lord's feelings don't count! Did Crow Anima not get along well with him? Are you dissatisfied with him as an owner? But Anima didn't hesitate when he was competing with Dumbledore. Wormtail looked incompetent, but since the Dark Lord didn't feed him to the diary to replenish energy, there must be a reason. Maybe the Dark Lord's contempt was also shown to Wormtail? Let him know that he has no choice but to beg the Dark Lord for mercy...
What kind of plan would require a man desperately grasping at the last straw? Tom stood on the hill looking thoughtfully. When this kind of person's obsession burns... it must be very vigorous. There are many places where this fuel can be used in black magic.
The Dark Lord said that his parents once lived here... He said that he inherited his father's legacy, the Riddle House where they first lived. In a remote village like Little Hanlington, the Riddle family should be considered a well-known wealthy family.
Tom whistled, and his magic rippled, sending the whistle farther.
Not long after, the huge ewe stood quietly at the edge of the forest, and the lively lamb jumped off its mother, bleating and jumping towards Tom.
The gray-white mist expanded, filtering out the dizzying sounds of the sheep, and then wrapped the lamb into the mist. The air flow was like tentacles, skillfully starting to rub the lamb and rub it. He had to scream happily.
Tom walked towards the ewe and grabbed the lamb's soft wool - and then was gently nudged by the happy lamb's horn.
"I can't play with you today. I have to ask your mother for a favor." Tom held the lamb's horns and gently pushed it to his magic power. "Let them play with you, okay?"
The ewe came closer silently.
Every time he sees this scene, Tom feels that magic is really amazing. The ewe has become so huge, but it can instinctively conceal its movements. Even if it is walking in a dense forest, the trees will automatically get out of the way and will not rush all the way. Breaking something.
"Can you do me a favor?" Tom looked up at the ewe's gentle black eyes. "I want to go back to Little Hanlinton Village to see you. Can you give me a ride? I can't stay outside for too long, so I want to Save some time on the road." Their base has always been near Little Hanlinton Village, but it's not too close. If they rely on him to walk around, they won't have much time to do other things.
The ewe nodded, knelt down on her front hooves, and leaned down towards him.
"Thank you." Tom grabbed the wool and kicked it several times. Finally, his magical mist supported him before he climbed up.
The lamb followed and stamped its hooves on the ground in confusion.
"Come?" Tom stretched out his hand towards the lamb. The lamb jumped on the spot a few more times, then quickly jumped up on its mother and bumped into Tom's arms.
The ewe stood up, turned around and walked into the forest. The trees silently made a way for it, and when it passed by, it jumped back to its original position. The ewe's hoof didn't really land on the ground. It seemed to be stepping on an unknown road in the void. Tom only felt that the scenery on both sides was distorting rapidly. After a while, the ewe stopped and they had arrived. The edge of the village.
Tom thanked the ewe again, left the reluctant lamb on its mother's back, slid down with the help of the mist, and walked out alone from the hidden corner. His destination was clear, the only tavern in the village, the Hanged Ghost Tavern.
The fog around him was of course very conspicuous. Although he had tried his best to turn them into gray-white under the guidance of the Dark Lord, it was obvious that normal Muggles would not carry around a large cloud of fog. So Tom sent his thoughts to those excited magics, letting them expand as much as possible, and soon the whole village was enveloped in a thin mist.
"It's really strange. How could it suddenly become foggy in this weather?"
As Tom passed by the idle men in the village, he heard them ask questions. He turned up his collar, quickened his pace, and walked toward the tavern.
Even if there wasn't a big cloud of fog following him, it would still be a strange thing for a strange, young and dignified face like his to appear in the Hanged Man's Tavern.
As soon as he entered the tavern, the tavern was suddenly silent for a moment, and then the noise started again, but everyone's eyes glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally.
"Hello, what is there to drink here?" he asked the boss politely.
"There's nothing you can drink here, kid." The boss replied gruffly, "I can't sell wine to a kid who's not yet an adult."
"Then let's get a glass of water." Tom gave in readily.
The tavern owner grumbled and smashed a dirty glass in front of him, pouring half a glass of water into it with such rough movements that the water splashed onto the counter.
"Please, boy." The boss said angrily, "After you drink it, get out of here. There is nothing worth sketching here."
He seemed to regard Tom as a student who came to collect information.
"Thank you." Tom glanced at the dirty cup and hesitated for a moment before touching it, "I'm not here to paint the scenery, I'm here..." He smiled slightly, "Looking for a relative."
The boss snorted angrily.
Tom continued to smile at him calmly: "My name is Tom."
"Tom?" the rude but kind-hearted tavern owner repeated in surprise.
"Have you heard of this name?" He leaned slightly towards the boss, "Tom...Riddle?"
The tavern suddenly became quiet.
"Riddle!" Several people shouted, their faces showing the excitement of hearing big gossip, "This is impossible!"
Tom's face showed innocent surprise.
"Black-haired Riddle..." The boss narrowed his eyes, "You're looking in the wrong place, kid. The Riddle family died a long time ago."
Tom's eyes widened slightly, like a frightened blue-eyed kitten.
"How could this happen?" He looked at the boss at a loss, "I heard grandma say..." He stopped talking.
"Ha, bastard Tom can cause trouble anywhere." An elderly villager laughed.
Tom offered to buy every guest in the pub a drink.
So he got his wish and heard more gossip. For example, the old Riddle family was originally very wealthy and had only one son named Tom Riddle. The young Riddle had a good reputation among the women in the village because of his wealth and good looks. Until one day, he eloped with a crazy woman in the mountains - 7K叏婩
"It must be witchcraft!" an old woman screamed, "Poor Tom, how could he fall in love with such a crazy woman?"
"Elope?" Tom asked in surprise, "How could he be...but obviously..." He stopped talking again.
"That bastard must have gone to the city and changed his mind, so he got involved with your family."
So the young man lowered his head sadly.
"But such a playboy will naturally have his retribution." The villager who first spoke said gloatingly, "A few years after he came back alone, their whole family died together!"
"It's Frant," they told Tom in a low voice. "It's the Riddle gardener. No matter what the police say, it must be Frant who did it!"
"Speaking of which, haven't you seen that old man for a long time?"
"Who knows, maybe it rotted with the haunted house!"
The tavern burst into laughter.
Tom sat at the bar and bought everyone another drink.
"So, where are the Riddle family buried?" He asked his boss in a low voice, "I think I should at least go and have a look so that I can give an explanation to my family."
"The Riddle family has their own cemetery. You go there," the tavern owner pointed in the direction with his thick finger. "There is a small hill near the church. You can see it when you go over there." He wrote with his hand Throwing the bill to Tom, "Pay it, boy."
Tom smiled at him and said, "Let's keep it in the account. Someone will pay for it later." As time goes by, it's time to call my parents again to let them know everything is safe. Well, it's just in time to ask them to pay the bill.
"I'm not happy here -" The boss just raised his voice when he saw the strange black-haired boy snap his fingers.
The fog in the tavern suddenly became so thick that I couldn't see my fingers.
"I'm sorry, I can't reveal my whereabouts for the time being - I've forgotten everything!" he heard the boy say politely.
As a result, the mist in the tavern fluctuated violently, and countless silk threads or slender tentacle-like things formed by the condensed mist penetrated into everyone's brain, churning wantonly inside, and drawing out strands of milky white things.
Tom stood up, stopped for a while at the door of the tavern, and told his excited magicians: "The memories of those who have seen me in the village should also be processed a little."
He walked in the direction pointed to him by the bar owner. Behind him, the overwhelming gray-white mist expanded and squirmed, snaking silently toward everyone in the small Hanlington village.