Levander left Kneazle and Nagini at 81 Godric's Hollow.
Then, he and Tom followed Dumbledore out through the fireplace.
The fireplace exited a wizarding tavern.
The wizarding population seemed quite diverse.
Levander and Tom both felt several unfriendly glances directed at them.
However, with Dumbledore, an adult wizard, present, the glances quickly faded.
By the time they exited the tavern, they had reached Great Hangleton.
It must be said that fireplaces are the most convenient way for wizards to travel.
Dumbledore determined the direction and then led Levander and Tom forward.
It was clear that Dumbledore had already scouted the route.
"We chose this tavern fireplace to be faster this time... If you want to travel on your own, it's best to choose a less remote fireplace," Dumbledore said, looking back as he led the way.
Levander nodded to show he'd remembered. Seeing this, Tom also nodded quickly.
He had already decided to imitate Levander's words and actions.
After all, Levander could easily win the favor of most people, there must be a reason!
Tom followed Dumbledore closely, but his mood became increasingly uneasy.
After all, he would soon be able to see his relatives...even if these relatives might not welcome him as much as he imagined...
Tom followed Dumbledore for a long time, and suddenly frowned.
Because he found that the more Dumbledore walked, the more remote the place he found himself in...
The Gaunt family should be considered a relatively glorious pure-blood family.
Shouldn't their mansion be in the city?
Tom's heart was full of doubts.
Levander took in his expression.
"Tom, you seem a little confused?" Levander asked.
"No... nothing..." Tom's eyes were a little evasive.
Levid suddenly laughed and said, "In fact, many once-glorious pure-blood families have fallen on hard times. So... not all pure-blood families are so glamorous."
"How... how do you know what I'm thinking?" Tom asked in surprise.
"That's easy to guess, Tom.
Your feelings are written all over your face," Levid said with a smile.
Tom quickly lowered his head.
He felt as if Levid's dark eyes could see through everyone's thoughts.
Damn it!
Has his Legilimency improved again?!
Be careful next time!
Dumbledore also heard the conversation behind him.
He said with regret, "Tom, the Gaunts have indeed fallen... Like other pure-blood families, they uphold ideals that are increasingly incompatible with the times...
Even as their financial situation declines, they still haven't given up on extravagance... And they're not very good at managing their family business.
Therefore, the results are naturally not good."
Another ten minutes passed.
When Tom saw the small wooden house before him... or rather, a shack made of wood, a more accurate description,he fell into complete silence.
The Gaunt family, descendants of Slytherin, with a glorious past... now lived in a place like this?
How could someone who could live in such a place actually claim to be a Slytherin descendant?
Tom felt a surge of inexplicable anger well up in his heart!
Levid was also surveying the dilapidated house before him.
Aside from an S-shaped dead snake nailed to the doorway, which barely hinted at the occupants' identity as descendants of Salazar Slytherin, there was nothing else to suggest Slytherin...at least, that's how it appeared from the outside.
Tom's face had turned livid, his eyes filled with unconcealed disappointment and anger.
Even though he had anticipated the Gaunt family's decline, the reality still filled him with a deep sense of shame!
The shame of being a fellow Slytherin descendant!
Dumbledore and Levid stood patiently by, waiting.
They all knew Tom's character well, and therefore understood the profound impact this scene had on the proud Tom.
After a long pause, Tom took a deep breath and said, "Let's knock on the door..."
As he finished speaking, it was as if all his strength had been drained from him.
Dumbledore nodded.
"Wait a moment..."
He took out his wand and gently waved it through the air.
Then, Levander felt something opening before him.
"A few minor curses... they'll be fine once they're removed. Let's go in."
Dumbledore casually removed the curses the Gaunts had maliciously placed around the house and strode in.
Tom's face darkened as he looked at the areas where the curses had been removed.
Many of them were even on the nearby side roads!
If anyone unwittingly passed by, even a wizard would suffer...
It seemed that the rumors about the Gaunts' bad reputation and their penchant for using curses against Muggles were not groundless!
"Knock, knock!" Dumbledore knocked on the door of the Gaunt mansion.
"Who is it?" a rough voice came from the room.
What followed was the sound of heavy footsteps and curses.
"Crack!
The wooden door was roughly opened from the inside.
A thin man with disheveled hair and ragged clothes, a snake coiled around his wrist, emerged.
His features were ugly and strange, and his gloomy eyes quickly scanned the three people before him.
But when he saw Tom, his eyes turned suspicious.
Levid noticed that he was wearing an obsidian ring on his finger that completely mismatched his attire...
"I don't know you! Who are you?"
Tom saw the rude men in front of him from behind Dumbledore, and his disappointment deepened.
As a descendant of Slytherin, Tom imagined that even the most down-and-out, he should be polite and handsome... Even if he wasn't handsome, he should at least have the elegant manners of a pure-blood...
Just like Abraxas Malfoy, although weak, his behavior was actually very measured after he stopped bullying.
But now, the man before him, the man who seemed to be his uncle, was as rude as the Muggle porters he'd seen so often...
At that moment, Tom's last vestiges of a noble Slytherin descendant were completely shattered...
"I'm Albus Dumbledore, a professor at Hogwarts. Are you Mr. Morfin Gaunt?" Dumbledore remained humble and polite even in the face of such a rude man.
Tom felt even more upset at this... So, the Slytherin he'd imagined was actually like Dumbledore?
"Albus Dumbledore?"
Morfin Gaunt, despite staying at home all year, thought the name sounded familiar.
He stared at Dumbledore warily.
"What are you doing here?
I don't know you! I don't owe you any money!"
Dumbledore turned to look at Tom. "Tom, come here."
Tom clenched his hands into fists beneath his robes. He gritted his teeth and walked over to Dumbledore.
"This child is Tom Marvolo Riddle, and his mother is Merope Gaunt. This means you should be his..."
Dumbledore hadn't finished speaking when Morfin's face instantly turned from pale to the color of a pig's kidney!
"Aha!
I thought you looked familiar, little brat! It turns out you're the bastard born to that bitch and that filthy Muggle! Shame! This is a disgrace to the family!"
Morfin cursed as he rushed over, looking as if he was going to strangle Tom to death!
"Bang!"
Morfin's figure appeared and disappeared just as quickly! He was instantly knocked away!
Tom clutched his wand tightly, his eyes blazing with fire!
"You filthy... shameful bastard, how dare you insult my... mother like this!" Tom pursed his lips and was about to continue.
But he soon felt someone gently press down on his shoulder.
Tom turned around and saw Levid shaking his head gently.
If Dumbledore wasn't there, Levid would certainly not stop him.
But now... if he wasn't stopped, Tom might just chew the melon right in front of Dumbledore...
Dumbledore's lips moved slightly at this, but he didn't say anything else.
He completely understood Tom's feelings.
Dumbledore hurried through the dilapidated wooden door and approached Morfin, who lay collapsed on the ground.
Morfin was still shouting, "You filthy Mudblood!
How dare you attack me?"
He had barely drawn his wand when, for some unknown reason, it suddenly landed in Dumbledore's hand...
"He didn't attack you, Mr. Gaunt.
I did..." Dumbledore said sternly. "And you owe Tom an apology!"
Tom saw Dumbledore taking the blame for his impulsiveness and even asking him to apologize.
His eyes flickered...
"I... I owe that little Mudblood an apology?! I..."
"If you had said one more word... you might not have to apologize," Dumbledore said calmly.
Though Dumbledore's expression and tone were calm, his powerful aura was so overwhelming that even Levitra and Tom, standing far away, felt oppressed!
The Dumbledore of today was no longer the kindly Dumbledore he would be in the future...
Morfin was immediately frightened into silence.
"Now, can we talk properly?"
Dumbledore asked.
Morfin nodded involuntarily.
Then, he felt the heavy pressure that had been weighing on him instantly dissipate!
"Come in," Dumbledore said to Levitra and Tom.
Morfin took this opportunity to awkwardly climb up from the ground.
Although hatred and disgust still lingered in his eyes as he looked at Tom, this time he didn't dare to curse Tom to his face.
"Mr. Gaunt, what did we agree on?" Dumbledore asked calmly.
"Okay... okay... yes... I'm sorry..." Morfin gritted his teeth and apologized to Tom.
Tom looked at him grovelling, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes again.
Li Weide was right. If he came here alone, he might be in danger...
He really wanted to strangle him just now!
Coupled with Mofen's suicidal words just now, Tom felt that he might not be able to help but kill him!
If that happened, he might get into big trouble...
Tom didn't have the means to completely cover up his crime...
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