"Then what on earth are you doing here?
Don't tell me that you barged in so forcefully and knocked me down just to tell me that I have a little bastard... and a nephew?"
Morfin struggled to get up and sat on a worn-out chair nearby, panting heavily and glaring fiercely at the three people in front of him.
"I recently learned that my mother is a descendant of Slytherin, so I wanted to come back and take a look... to see what the descendants of Slytherin, the Gaunt family, are like..." Tom suppressed his anger and tried to make his tone sound calm.
"Tsk..." Morfin sneered and spat on the ground.
"If that bitch still had half of the honor of Slytherin! She wouldn't have found a dirty Muggle to mate with, and then gave birth to a dirty Mudblood like you... This is a stain on the Slytherin bloodline! It's a shame!"
"Shut up! You bastard!"
Tom said angrily:
"You said she tarnished the Slytherin bloodline and disregarded the honor of the Slytherin family?
Then what are you doing now? What kind of trash can live like this?"
"If Slytherin knew that his descendants are now living in a cesspool, do you think he thinks my mother tarnished the bloodline, or that you bunch of trash have ruined his reputation?"
"You are in such a miserable state now, what qualifications do you have to call yourself a descendant of Slytherin?
What qualifications do you have to insult my mother?"
Morfin Gaunt's face turned red in an instant, and the blood vessels on his forehead were beating.
"How dare you! Insult me like that! I'm a noble Slytherin descendant! I'm living like this because... because everyone else has fallen!
They no longer adhere to tradition!
That's why our Gaunt family has slowly declined! I... Even though I've fallen into this state, I haven't violated the traditions of a pure-blood family. What right do you have to blame me?!"
Tom's face was filled with disdain and disgust, and he looked at Morfin as if he were looking at a pile of feces.
"Tradition?
What tradition?
Hiding at home, casting little curses to prank passing Muggles is what you call the tradition of a Slytherin descendant?
An idiot is an idiot.
You don't even have the courage to admit your own incompetence?
I don't know how you'll face the great Salazar Slytherin when you die and your soul goes to the world of the dead!"
"What... what did you say?"
Morfin was so angry that his head was smoking, and he couldn't even utter a word to refute.
Tom's words were like a thorn in his side!
"I say, you... and all of you who caused the decline of the Gaunt family are not worthy of being descendants of Slytherin."
Tom spoke out as he slowly approached.
"... If I were you, a great and noble descendant of Slytherin, and had ended up like this, I would definitely find a rope to hang myself instead of staying here and embarrassing myself!"
"Just think about it, if other pure-blood wizards passed by and saw the noble Slytherin descendant in such a state... what would they say?
You maggots who have disgraced your ancestors, how dare you still live?
You even shamelessly call yourselves Slytherin descendants? Pah! You don't deserve it!"
Morfin Gaunt was furious, but his wand was in Dumbledore's hand.
He wanted to rush forward and strangle the filthy Mudblood, but he was afraid of Dumbledore, who was standing nearby and watching him with a fierce gaze...
Impotent and furious, Morfin Gaunt could only tremble and weakly point a finger at Tom. "You...you...how dare you say such things...how dare you..."
Tom's eyes were drawn to the obsidian ring on Morfin Gaunt's finger.
Morfin Gaunt's clothes were not worth even a copper knut, and yet he was wearing a jeweled ring!
Taking advantage of Morfin's anger, Tom easily grabbed the ring and snatched it off.
Tom's eyes lit up as he studied the ring.
Dumbledore, who had been standing by, debating whether to intervene, was also drawn to the ring.
Specifically, it wasn't the ring itself, but the obsidian on it...
"What are you doing?
Give it back!
That's our Gaunt family's ancestral ring!" Morfin leaped up in anger, trying to snatch it back.
Tom didn't try to stop him, only sneered and let Morfin snatch it back.
"Your Gaunt family ring?"
Tom's eyes narrowed.
"This is a ring passed down by our great and noble Gaunt ancestors!
It's our Gaunt family heirloom! How dare you desecrate it!?"
"Hehe... I desecrated the ring?
No... I don't think so.
I believe that keeping it in your hands is the true desecration! It's a disgrace to the honor of the Gaunt family as descendants of Slytherin!" Tom's voice was dark.
"What... what do you want to do?"
Morfin was shocked, thinking Tom was going to take it.
At this moment, he was wandless, and even though the person standing opposite him was only an eleven or twelve-year-old wizard, he was still panicking.
Ever since he was the only one left in the Gaunt family, his magic had long been abandoned...
Tom sneered, "This ring now represents the honor of being a Slytherin descendant! Do you think you truly deserve it?"
"Of course! I'm the purest descendant of Slytherin! If I don't deserve it, then how can a Mudblood like you be?" Morfin roared angrily.
"No more talk! Duel!"
Tom said, pulling a glove from his pocket and throwing it at Morfin.
Then he said coldly, "According to the most ancient tradition of pure-blood families, duel! Don't you respect tradition the most?
Then accept my challenge!
Only the last one standing will be worthy of Slytherin's legacy! Only he can call himself a Slytherin descendant!"
"You... what did you say?"
Tom's words made the enraged Morfin pause.
Dumbledore, watching from the side, could no longer sit idly by.
"Tom..."
Dumbledore was holding his arm before he could finish his words of dissuasion.
"Professor... let Tom do it... otherwise, he will never be able to think clearly in his life..."
"But it's too dangerous.
He doesn't have to..." Dumbledore frowned.
"Professor, this matter concerns the honor of my family! Please don't stop me!"
Tom said coldly.
"How can the relics of the great Salazar Slytherin fall into the hands of incompetent people? Professor... please don't interfere... just be a witness to our duel in peace, okay?"
After a long silence, Dumbledore sighed and handed Morfin's wand back.
He now understood Tom's psychology very well.
As an orphan who had no one to rely on since childhood, Tom actually had a sense of inferiority hidden deep in his heart.
After learning he was a descendant of Slytherin, his inferiority complex gradually dissipated!
However... after seeing the true face of a Slytherin descendant... he was utterly disappointed.
Therefore, he had to reclaim this identity with honor!
And that ring, that relic of Slytherin, carried this once glorious and honorable identity!
Therefore, he had to take it back, from his uncle's hands!
If he stopped... while he could protect Tom physically from harm, what about his mind?
While Tom might be hurt, what Dumbledore hated more than anything was seeing Tom, who was slowly getting better, become mentally twisted again...
Morfin snatched his wand, a sinister grin curling across his lips.
"Little Mudblood... You dare challenge me to a duel?
Haha... Fine! That's great! On the condition... that this Dumbledore doesn't interfere!"
Morfin's eyes flashed bloodshot.
How dare this little Mudblood insult the honor of being a descendant of Slytherin!
A duel?
A duel, all right! He had long wanted to crush this presumptuous little bastard to pieces!
He was only eleven or twelve years old, yet he dared to be so rampant?
As long as the powerful adult wizard next to him did not intervene, he would be absolutely sure to beat the little bastard to death!
"As a witness, he will not intervene.
Since you have agreed to our bet, then come... duel with me..." Tom pinched his wand and looked at his uncle with contempt.
Of course, he looked very contemptuous, but in fact, the muscles in his arms were already tense.
"Come on, let's go out and fight!
Don't destroy my house!"
Morfin grinned with a mouthful of jagged yellow teeth and strode out of the shabby house.
The yard outside the shabby house was overgrown with weeds.
Tom and Morfin stood facing each other, their feet knee-deep in the weeds.
Seeing Tom's serious expression, Morfin let out a strange chuckle.
"Hehehehe... Are you scared, little bastard?
If you are..."
"I'll let you strike first," Tom interrupted Morfin coldly.
Morfin's face turned the color of a pig's kidney again at that!
Tom had told him to strike first, and as he said it, his eyes were filled with contempt!
This was the ultimate insult!
How much contempt he must have shown for him!
"You'll regret this !
Avada..."
"Expelliarmus!"
Morfin's killing curse hadn't even finished... but the red curse had already struck first.
"Pah!"
Morfin Gaunt lay on the ground, his eyes staring blankly at the sky.
"How... How is this possible?"
Soon, Morfin felt the sky darken. It was obscured by someone...
Tom looked down at Morfin Gaunt, who lay on the ground.
In reality, he had just been deliberately provoking Morfin.
In a duel, losing your composure is half the battle…
Sure enough, Morfin, successfully provoked by Tom, didn't even use the Shield Charm, decisively resorting to the more difficult Killing Curse.
However… Morfin hadn't practiced the Dark Arts for years… so his casting was too slow with such a long lead time, how could he possibly be a match for Tom?
Tom had endured months of intense, relentless training under Levid! His casting speed was astonishing!
Tom tossed Morfin's wand back beside him and coldly demanded, "Pick it up…"
"What?" "I told you to pick it up!"
"You…you…" Furious, Morfin snatched up his wand again. But this time, nothing happened.
Morfin, long out of combat, was sent flying before he could even raise his wand, slamming hard into the fence.
Tom slowly approached again, looking at the despairing Morfin with a cold gaze.
"A descendant of Slytherin, can't you even defeat an underage wizard? Think about it, a descendant of Slytherin... are you truly worthy?
You can't bear the responsibility, so let me!"
Tom bent down and took the ring from Morfin's hand, which had lost its strength to fight. "From this day forward, I am the true descendant of Slytherin, and you..." Tom pulled a purse from his pocket and tossed it beside Morfin.
"Morfin Gaunt, and your Gaunt family... from now on, you are no longer allowed to claim to be descendants of Slytherin!
These 500 gold galleons are the price my mother, Merope Gaunt, pays for officially separating from your Gaunt family." Tom said, holding the ring and walking out of the abandoned Gaunt courtyard without looking back.
Dumbledore glanced at Morfin Gaunt, who lay lifeless on the ground, and after confirming that he was unharmed, he and Levid left the Gaunt household.
Tom walked silently ahead.
Dumbledore and Levander followed behind him.
All three of them were silent. Tom suddenly stopped, raised his hand, and solemnly put the ring on his finger, with a sickly flush on his face.
In all his years, he had never felt so comfortable as today!
Then, he turned around and looked at Dumbledore and Levander.
"Professor Dumbledore... Thank you for not interfering..." After the excitement, Tom seemed to become restrained again. Dumbledore sighed, "In fact, I am relieved for your change, Tom... You have indeed changed a lot... In the past, you would never have given him the money in the end."
Although what happened just now was unexpected, Dumbledore felt a little relieved afterwards.
Taking away the ring was Tom's responsibility to revitalize the Slytherin family.
Leaving 500 gold Galleons behind was a sign of Tom's kindness.
Compared to the illusory family honor, having enough to eat was Morfin Gaunt's top priority... and that was what Dumbledore found most gratifying.
"Nothing... I just thought, if it were Wade, he would definitely do the same," Tom said modestly.
"Huh?
Me?"
Wade was surprised to be suddenly called out.
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he quickly reached into his pocket and took a look, "Ha!
I was wondering why you were flattering me...it turns out that the gold Galleons you threw to that guy were my gold Galleons! Tell me, when did you take them away!"
Tom said dissatisfiedly: "What do you mean by your gold Galleons?
Don't forget, I also have my share of the gold Galleons in the Gringotts vault!"
"But this is my pocket! Not Gringotts!"
"Okay, just think of it as me lending it to you, okay?"
"Borrow?
You just said you borrowed it, right?
Okay!
Nine out of 13 return!
No negotiation!"
"You... I knew it!
How could it be so easy... So you deliberately let me take it!"
"Haha, stop talking nonsense, you just said it was borrowed!"
Dumbledore looked at the two young men fighting in front from behind and sighed again.
"It's great to be young..."
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