The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Dumbledore in the principal's office took out two small bottles containing silver-white memories, pulled out the corks, and poured them all into the Pensieve at once.

There are two names written on the bottle: Bob Ogden and Calactacus Bock.

The former was a wizard who worked in the Law Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic, and was the same as those murdered by Death Eaters during the previous summer vacation; while the latter was the shop owner of a black magic shop.

"That's right, I said that I will tell you what I know. From now on, we need to enter the swamp of memory together to find out the truth of the matter..."

Not long after Cyrus came in, about five minutes later, Harry followed.

Principal Dumbledore looked at the two of them and spoke calmly.

"Is it about prophecy?"

Harry's eyes were a little worried and frightened. It was an uncomfortable thing to devote oneself to a person's thinking, because the Pensieve would pull the person into No.1 from the third perspective.

Except, of course, Cyrus...he's kind of interested in this kind of behavior.

I can also experience the sorrows and joys of others, as if prolonging the time of life and enriching the experience.

"No, I said that's not important, now our focus is Voldemort" Dumbledore's wand, stirring in the Pensieve, "this is a mission of Ogden's youth..."

Since you want to deal with Voldemort, you must have a deep understanding of it and everything about it.

But the other party deliberately concealed his origin, so that Dumbledore even needed to think from the perspective of others, and this time, they will watch carefully.

Cyrus plunged headlong into the silver substance and kept falling, as if falling off a cliff in a dream. Suddenly, the golden noon sun made him raise his hand to cover it.

This is a country road, and on the other side of the steep hillside is a small mountain village.

Among the blooming forget-me-nots on the right side of the path, there is a road sign that says 'Little Hangleton'. This place, where no one was spared because of Voldemort's dark army, was once so beautiful.

And in the village, there is a huge manor, that is the Riddle Mansion.

Dumbledore took them and followed the owner of the memory---young Ogden.

They followed each other to the fork in the path, and got into taller bushes instead of entering the village. After a few seconds, a strange house hidden in the bushes appeared:

Dilapidation was Cyrus' first impression when he saw it. The walls were covered with moss and vines, and the small garden seemed to be untended and full of weeds. It was in stark contrast to the Riddle Mansion under the sun. Compared.

"This is...."

Just as Cyrus was about to ask, Dumbledore interrupted him: "The Gaunt family located on the outskirts of Little Hangleton"

"But we didn't find out then?"

"The Gaunt family has always been unique. They have moved here since their decline. Apart from Ogden who visited for a mission, few people in the magic world know about it."

Harry stared intently at the front door of the house because, like Ogden, he had seen a dead snake nailed to it.

"Hiss~" Cyrus heard a snake whisper, and then a man jumped down from the tree. It was a dirty man, with thick and unkempt hair full of dirt and yellow teeth.

The point is, he was carrying a bloody knife in his hand.

"Uh... I'm from the Ministry of Magic"

"Ssssssssssssssssss!"

"What? I don't understand you"

Cyrus pushed Harry in confusion, and asked him, "What is this Parseltongue talking about?"

"Ah! He said 'you are not welcome'" Harry was surprised by his reminder, suddenly realized.

But it seems that among the three, only Cyrus can't understand Parseltongue, Harry because of Voldemort, and Dumbledore learned it by himself... two magical Gryffindors.

"Morfin!" An old man rushed out of the house. He pointed at Ogden who was attacked by Morfin with his wand, making his nose full of yellow pus come back to normal. "You should have warned us in advance... .”

But when Mr. Gaunt spoke to Morfin, it turned into a snake-like neighing.

But this time with Harry, he listened very carefully and translated for Cyrus one by one in a low voice.

Only then did Cyrus know that this Morfin was Mr. Gaunt's youngest son. At this moment, he caught a glimpse of the black ring on the opponent's hand, which was exactly the same as the one in Dumbledore's hand.

"Oh, he's Morfin? I'm here to see your son"

"Yes, that's right, my son is Morfin." Gunter casually blocked the door of the house and asked aggressively, "So... are you a pure-blood?"

That look, as if telling Ogden that if you are not a pure-blood, you are not qualified to enter.

However, Ogden cleaned the debris off his clothes and said coldly: "Unfortunately, I am neither!"

He was neither a pure-blood noble nor a Muggle or trash, he was a Ministry of Magic for the wizarding people.

Cyrus and Harry were immediately in awe of Mr. Ogden, who had never masked his face and was brutally murdered during the summer vacation. At that time, those who dared to focus on the task instead of the task object were good people.

Ogden and Gaunt argued at the door before the latter reluctantly led him into the house.

The inside of the house is like a haunted house in Muggle rumors. The shadow of the trees prevents the house from seeing much sunlight, and there is only a stove with black smoke inside.

Besides Morfin Gaunt, who bore Cyrus, there was a young woman who rummaged like a servant among a pile of dirty crocks.

"My daughter, Merope"

Like Ogden, Cyrus and Harry shared an observing look.

This servant-like woman turned out to be his daughter. Not only did the girl not understand Ogden's kind smile, she turned her back and continued to play with her crock in panic.

Although it was not very good to say it, Cyrus' first impression always felt that this plain-looking, pale girl was a bit abnormal psychologically and spiritually.

To hear better, Cyrus crouched by the fire.

At the girl's feet, by the light of the fire, he could see the faces of all the people present.

"Then I'll cut to the chase, Mr. Gaunt." Perhaps Ogden didn't want to waste energy on these pure-bloods because of the unpleasantness before entering the door, "Your son attacked an innocent Muggle in the middle of the night yesterday!"

Cyrus clearly saw Merope's hand tremble.

With a bang, a jar was knocked over, and the girl immediately wanted to lower her head to pick it up in a panic, but Gunter stopped her very angrily.

"Pick it up?!" Gaunt yelled. "We're wizards and you pick it up like a Muggle... with your hands? What's your wand for? You stupid idiot!"

Ogden's face was as surprised as Cyrus'.

It's not because of the other party's attitude towards his daughter, but because the reason for the other party's anger is really beyond mentioning: it was just knocked over at the feet, just pick it up casually.

It wasn't thrown into the river, nor was it broken...

But Merope didn't say anything. Under Morfin's schadenfreude laughter, he pulled out his wand and muttered incantations indiscriminately. As a result, the Levitation Charm was not manipulated well, and it hit the wall quickly, and it immediately cracked.

"Fix it! You piece of shit...."

"That's enough!" Ogden gritted his teeth, pointed at the pair of fragments, and used the restoration spell to automatically repair the clay pot. "Mr. Gunter, the reason I'm here this time is your son."

"Yes, I already knew! So what?!" Gunter yelled angrily, "It's just that I taught a Muggle a lesson, and it violated some shitty laws!"

Gunter is a typical old-fashioned pure-blood attitude, the classic pure-blood supremacy.

However, here, Cyrus not only did not see the bearing and etiquette that nobles should have, they were even inferior to the Malfoy family in these aspects, he just saw a group of lunatics.

Could it be that Voldemort lived in this kind of environment?

But Ogden didn't talk nonsense, just took out a small roll of parchment from his pocket, and patted it on the table forcefully.

"Summoned him to the Ministry of Magic for trial..."

"Summon? You? It's up to you!!"

"Yes, I am Captain of the Ministry of Magic's Law Enforcement Division"

"We're not like other people!" Gaunt got up and approached him, waving his ring-wearing hand frantically, poking his heart from time to time, "Huh? Even the dirty Mudblood now Can call me!"

Rao was Professor Dumbledore, who also frowned at this moment.

Then there was the quarrel between Gaunt and Ogden, one blushed, Cyrus wished he would die of anger on the spot; while the other firmly held the order of the executive officer, with a calm face.

Gaunt was not supporting his son Morfin, but maintaining the pure blood dignity in his heart.

Even if they can't afford to eat, they can only live in this dilapidated hut, and the family inheritance has been squandered by each heir, leaving only a necklace and a ring...

Cyrus realized one thing very clearly at this time: that is the difference between ancient pure-blood families and modern pure-blood families.

The former pays more attention to the traditional reputation and inheritance; while the latter only pays attention to the strength and continuation of the family, and it can do so at any cost.

Obviously, the pure-blood family that can be preserved until now is more pragmatic.

"Oh my God, this place is really ugly, can't you let your father tear it down?" When they were arguing, there was a sound of horseshoes and a series of jingling bells outside the door, it was a clear female voice.

Perhaps because they were worried about being exposed, they tacitly stopped their loud roars at the same time.

And another voice rang out, answering the girl: "Honey, this doesn't belong to me, the manor on the other side of the valley town belongs to us, this wooden house belongs to a homeless man named Gaunt..."

It was Merope who changed at the same time as the laughter of the girl outside the door.

Her face was frighteningly pale, and she hid in the corner holding the pile of small earthen pots that Cyrus guessed were used to make potions.