Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 110: Sprouted seeds

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"The family tree of wizards, born noble."

A Slytherin student shuttled among the rows of bookshelves in the library. Due to the absence of the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher Lupin, all the Defence Against the Dark Arts class was conducted by their dean, Professor Snape As a temporary substitute, he didn't know if their dean was bitten by a werewolf when he was young. He seemed to maintain an extraordinary hatred of the werewolf. Snape asked them to write two volumes about the werewolf. Operations, especially methods of killing and identification, the more the better.

Just as he sighed and was about to go to the next column of bookshelves, the gilded characters came into his eyes.

Almost the first time, he became interested in this list of books. Almost the first time, he ran to the list of bookshelves, took out the genealogy symbolizing his surname, and read it.

I forgot my original purpose for coming here.

Almost at first glance, he was addicted to it.

He read word by word intoxicated, not even letting go of a punctuation, my God, he dare to say that the genealogy in his family is a piece of waste paper compared with the one here, just write a few names and births. In the year of death, what kind of evidence can prove their glorious past.

The more he read, the more excited and excited he became, as if he was back in the days when his ancestors were bathed in glory. The ancient and noble wizards guided them, and countless powerful wizards and his ancestors were chatting and laughing, one by one. The heroic deeds made him and You Rongyan gathered together a powerful sense of pride and satisfaction.

He saw his name at the end.

"Recover the glory of the ancestors!" This thought grew uncontrollably in his head.

Unexpectedly, he stretched out his hand to the next genealogy.

"The Gunter Family·Genealogy."

Write this at the very beginning:

According to textual research, this is a family formed by the descendants of Salazar Slytherin (the founder of Slytherin College), one of the founders of Hogwarts, but because they stick to their own way of life, they refuse to Muggle intermarriage, so the people are a bit thin. Because they pay special attention to luxury and luxury, even if they were quite rich, their wealth has gradually been exhausted under the profligacy of recent generations. In general, this is a decline. Family.

May the glory of Slytherin shine on Hogwarts again!

"Okay." The male student frowned. He is not interested in the family anymore. Most of their resumes are pale and inconspicuous. He can tell by just passing between the lines. The family declined extremely quickly, but with the idea of ​​having a beginning and an end, he decided to bite the bullet and continue reading.

I don't know if it was luck or misfortune, he quickly got a surprise.

The last Slytherin descendant that may survive--

Tom Marvoloriddle (tommarvoloriddle)

December 31, 1926-present

The last known descendant of Salazar Slytherin.

His mother, Merope Gunter, tarnished the glory of pure blood and fell in love with a Muggle. What's more ridiculous was that she didn't have the charm to attract this Muggle, so she used the dangerous kind of ecstasy Something, made a handsome Muggle fall in love with her, gave birth to Tom Marvolo Riddle, and died because of a dystocia.

So Tom Riddle grew up in an orphanage in London. He showed extraordinary talent since he was a child. However, because of the use of magic, his peers around him were afraid of him... Moving things empty, talking to animals, unlucky...

Professor Dumbledore led him back to the right path when he was about to go astray...so he became a Hogwarts student and was assigned to Slytherin.

In the fifth grade, he was awarded the Special Contribution Award because he successfully investigated a murder case that year...

In the seventh grade, Tom Riddle was chosen as the chairman of the Boys Student Union...

During his school years, he also won the Outstanding Character Award, Special Contribution Award, etc., and also received the Merlin Medal, and now he can even see his glory symbol in the Hogwarts trophy showroom...

......

After graduating in 1945, Tom Riddle applied to be a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts, but was declined by the then principal Armando Dupete, and then he rejected multiple appointments at the Ministry of Magic Invited, I chose the Bockin Bock antique shop.

......

Because of some accidents, he disappeared for ten years and his whereabouts are unknown...

The male student looked at the student’s resume with envy. Even if he was only a mixed race, he still admired the achievements he got. It was just that the last choices made him somewhat incomprehensible. If he had so many achievements, I have been an official in the Ministry of Magic long ago. Who wants to be a messenger in a ruined antique shop?

"Perhaps only Malfoy can compare with him." Even so, he still looked at these words with envy, thinking of the leaders of their college who have been in the limelight recently.

Just when he was about to close this thin family tree, the original black ink turned into a dazzling bright red~IndoMTL.com~ It looked like a viper twisting its body, and it began to transform. Letters, the new sentence is:

Cowards have no right to know the truth.

"I want to see what the so-called truth is, so I'm making mystery." The male student sneered. He obviously didn't believe in his evil. He was scared by a book. What's the joke?

He continued to turn the pages of the book.

The next page is empty, nothing, just a blank sheet of paper.

"I should have thought that this was a prank." He shook his head and prepared to put the book back in place, but then the handwriting began to appear on the pages of the book: tommarvoloriddle

"Well, I really want to see what tricks you can play." His right hand, which was about to put the book back, paused again.

The bright red letters began to wriggle slowly, like disgusting reptiles, which gave him an inexplicable and ominous premonition.

"It's really a low-end transfiguration technique, it's still so slow." He forced himself to laugh. Now this scene is still a bit weird, making him unconsciously chills, but soon he is even strong I can't laugh anymore.

The blood red letters are rearranged into a line.

"iamlordvoldemort!"

When he saw this sentence, his mind exploded, as if a high-pitched and cold laughter passed his ears, his hands shook, and the book fell directly to the ground with a dull sound. He himself was still standing there, dumbfounded.

"Fake?" He looked at the book lying underground in disbelief.

The handwriting gradually faded and reappeared again. From the very beginning line, the coquettish red was particularly dazzling, but it was smaller than before:

Did he disappear? No, he didn't. He created a new name for himself-Voldemort. (To be continued.)