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"Wizard genealogy, born noble."
A Slytherin student wandered through the rows of bookshelves in the library. Due to the illness and absence of the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Lupin, all Defense Against the Dark Arts classes were temporarily taught by their head of house, Professor Snape. He didn't know if their head of house had been bitten by a werewolf when he was young, but he seemed to harbor an extraordinary hatred for werewolves. Snape required them to write a two-scroll-long assignment on werewolves, especially methods of killing and identifying them, the more the better.
Just as he sighed and prepared to go to the next bookshelf, these gilded words caught his eye.
Almost immediately, he became intensely interested in this row of books. Almost immediately, he ran to the bookshelf, took out the genealogy book that represented his own surname, and began to read.
He forgot his original purpose for coming here.
Almost from the first glance, he was immersed in it.
He read it word by word with delight, not even missing a punctuation mark. Heavens, he dared to say that his family's genealogy was just a piece of waste paper compared to this one. Just writing a few names and dates of birth and death, what kind of evidence was that to prove their glorious past?
The more he read, the more excited he became, as if he had returned to the days when his ancestors were bathed in glory. Ancient and noble wizards guided them, and countless powerful wizards of note talked and laughed with his ancestors. Heroic deeds filled him with pride, and a powerful sense of pride and satisfaction suddenly gathered in his heart.
He even saw his own name at the end.
"Restore the glory of our ancestors!" This thought grew uncontrollably in his mind.
Still feeling unsatisfied, he reached for the next genealogy book.
"The Gaunt Family Genealogy."
It began with this:
According to research, this is the family formed by the descendants of Salazar Slytherin (the founder of Slytherin House), one of the founders of Hogwarts. However, because they adhere to their way of life and refuse to marry Muggles, their population is somewhat small. Because they pay special attention to luxurious displays, even though they were once quite wealthy, their property has gradually been exhausted by the squandering of recent generations. In general, this is a declining family.
May the glory of Slytherin shine upon Hogwarts once more!
"Okay." The male student frowned. He was no longer interested in this family. Their resume mostly seemed rather pale, and could be said to be unremarkable. He could tell from the lines that this family was declining extremely rapidly, but with the idea of seeing it through to the end, he decided to grit his teeth and continue reading.
Whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, he soon received a surprise.
Possibly the last remaining descendant of Slytherin—
Tom Marvolo Riddle
December 31, 1926 – Present
Possibly the last known descendant of Salazar Slytherin.
His mother, Merope Gaunt, tarnished the glory of pureblood by falling in love with a Muggle. What's even more ridiculous is that she didn't have the charm to attract this Muggle, so she used a dangerous love potion to make a handsome Muggle fall in love with her, gave birth to Tom Marvolo Riddle, and then died in childbirth.
Tom Riddle therefore grew up in an orphanage in London and showed extraordinary talent from an early age, but because he used magic, he caused the surrounding peers to fear him... such as moving objects with his mind, talking to animals, and making people unlucky...
Professor Dumbledore brought him back to the right path when he was about to go astray... so he became a Hogwarts student and was sorted into Slytherin.
In the fifth year,
He was awarded the Special Contribution Award because he successfully investigated a murder case that year...
In the seventh year, Tom Riddle was elected Head Boy...
During his time at school, he also won the Excellent Moral Character Award, the Special Contribution Award, and the Order of Merlin. Now you can even see his symbol of glory in the Hogwarts trophy room...
...
After graduating in 1945, Tom Riddle applied to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts, but was politely rejected by the then-Headmaster Armando Dippet. Subsequently, he rejected several job invitations from the Ministry of Magic and chose Borgin and Burkes Antique Shop.
...
Afterwards, due to some accidents, he disappeared for ten years, his whereabouts unknown...
The male student looked at this student's resume with envy. Even if he was just a half-blood, the achievements he had obtained still made him extremely envious, but the last few choices made him somewhat incomprehensible. If he had so many achievements, he would have become an official in the Ministry of Magic long ago. Who would be willing to be a handyman in a broken antique shop?
"Perhaps only Malfoy can compare to him." Even so, he still looked at these words with envy, thinking of the leader of their house who had been in the limelight recently.
Just as he was about to close this thin genealogy, the original black ink turned into a dazzling bright red, like a venomous snake wriggling its body, and began to transform into letters. The new sentence was:
Cowards have no right to know the truth.
"I'd like to see what so-called truth there is, making a mystery out of it." The male student sneered, obviously not believing in his evil. Being scared by a book? What a joke!
He began to continue flipping through the pages.
The next page was empty, there was nothing, just a blank piece of paper.
"I should have known this was a prank." He shook his head, preparing to put the book back where it was, but at this moment, words began to appear on the page again: tommarvoloriddle
"Okay, I really want to see what tricks you can play." His right hand, which was about to put the book back, stopped again.
The bright red letters began to slowly squirm, like disgusting reptiles, which gave him an inexplicable ominous feeling.
"What a low-end Transfiguration, and it's so slow." He forced himself to laugh. The scene was still a bit strange, making his heart feel cold unconsciously, but soon he couldn't even force a smile.
The blood-red letters rearranged into a line.
"iamlordvoldemort!"
When he saw this sentence, his mind exploded, as if a high-pitched and cold laughter passed by his ears. His hands trembled, and the book fell directly to the ground with a thud. He himself still stood there, stunned.
"Fake, right?" He looked at the book lying on the ground in disbelief.
The handwriting gradually faded again and reappeared, starting from the first line. The enchanting red was particularly dazzling, but it was a little smaller than before:
Has he disappeared? No, he hasn't. He created a new name for himself—Voldemort. (To be continued.)
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