Hogwarts: This Dark Lord is so evil.

Chapter 122 Pick up the wand... I asked you to pick up the wand!

"Then what exactly 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 climbed up with difficulty and sat on a tattered chair beside him, breathing heavily and glaring at the three people in front of him fiercely.

"I recently learned that my mother is a descendant of Slytherin. That's why I wanted to come back and take a look...see what the descendants of Slytherin, the Gaunt family, are like..." Tom suppressed his anger and tried to make his tone sound calm.

"Tsk..." Mo Finn laughed disdainfully and spat on the ground.

"If that bitch still had half of Slytherin's honor, 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 Slytherin's bloodline! It's a disgrace!"

"Shut up! You bastard!" Tom said angrily, "You said she tarnished the blood of Slytherin and disregarded the honor of the Slytherin family? Then what are you doing now? What kind of rubbish can live like this?"

"If Slytherin knew that his descendants were now living in a cesspool, do you think he would think that my mother had tainted his bloodline, or that you, a bunch of rubbish, had 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 instantly, and the blood vessels on his forehead were throbbing.

"How dare you! Insult me like this! I am a noble descendant of Slytherin! I live like this because... because everyone else has fallen! They no longer abide by tradition! This is why our Gaunt family has slowly declined! I... Even though I have fallen into this state, I have not violated the traditions of a pure-blood family. What qualifications do you have to blame me?!"

Tom's face was full of disdain and disgust, and he looked at Morfin as if he was looking at a piece of shit.

"Tradition? What tradition? Hiding at home and casting some small evil spells to tease the Muggles passing by is the tradition of your so-called Slytherin descendants? An idiot is an idiot. You don't even have the courage to admit your own incompetence? I don't know how you will face the great Salazar Slytherin when you die and your soul goes to the world of the dead!"

"You...what did you say?" Mo Finn was so angry that his head was smoking and he couldn't even say a word to refute.

Tom's words were like a poke in his lungs!

"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 ended up like this, I would definitely find a rope to hang myself instead of staying here and embarrassing myself!"

"Think about it, if wizards from other pure-blood families pass by and see the noble Slytherin descendants in such a state...what will they say? How dare you, a bunch of maggots who have lost the face of your ancestors, still have the nerve to live? You even shamelessly call yourselves descendants of Slytherin? Pah! Do you deserve it?"

Morfin Gaunt was furious, but his wand was in Dumbledore's hand. He wanted to rush over and strangle the filthy Mudblood, but he was afraid of Dumbledore who was standing by and watching him closely...

Impotent and furious, Morfin Gaunt could only tremble and weakly point his finger at Tom, "You...you...how dare you say that...how dare you..."

Tom's eyes were drawn to the obsidian ring on Morfin Gaunt's finger.

Morfin Gaunt's current attire was not worth even a copper knut, but he was wearing a jeweled ring!
While Morfin was furious, Tom grabbed his ring and took it off.

Tom looked at the ring and his eyes lit up slightly.

Dumbledore, who had been standing aside and considering whether to intervene, was also attracted by the ring.

To be exact, it's not the ring, but the obsidian on the ring...

"What are you doing? Give it back to me! That's the ancestral ring of our Gaunt family!" Morfin jumped up angrily and wanted to snatch the ring back.

Tom didn't stop him, but just sneered and let Morfin snatch the ring back.

"Is this the ring of your Gaunt family?" Tom narrowed his eyes.

"This is a ring left by the great and noble ancestors of the Gaunt family! It is our Gaunt family heirloom! How dare you desecrate it!?"

"Haha... I defiled the ring? No... I don't think so. I think that if the ring continues to remain in your hand, it will be truly defiled! This is a disgrace to the glory of the Gaunt family as the descendants of Slytherin!" Tom's voice was gloomy.

"You...you want to do this?" Morfin was shocked, thinking that Tom was going to rob.

At this moment, he had no wand in his hand, and even though the person standing opposite him was only a little wizard of about eleven or twelve years old, he was still very panicked.

Ever since he was the only one left in the Gaunt family, his magic had been abandoned for a long time...

Tom sneered, "This ring now represents the honor of the descendants of Slytherin! Do you think you really deserve to own it?"

"Of course! I am the purest descendant of Slytherin! I am not worthy, but do you, a Mudblood, deserve it?" Morfin roared angrily.

"There is no point in talking any more! Let's duel!" Tom said, taking out a glove from his pocket and throwing it on Morfin, then said coldly: "According to the oldest tradition of the pure-blood family, duel! Don't you respect tradition the most? Then accept my invitation to duel! Only the one standing at the end is qualified to possess Slytherin's relics! Only then is he qualified to call himself a descendant of Slytherin!"

"You...what did you say?"

Tom's words made the furious Morfin stunned.

Dumbledore, who was watching from the side, could not sit idly by this time.

"Tom..."

Before Dumbledore could finish his words to stop him, Levitra grabbed his arm.

"Professor... let Tom do it... otherwise, he will never be able to understand his thoughts in his life..."

"But it's too dangerous. He doesn't have to..." Dumbledore frowned.

"Professor, this is about 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... can you just be a witness to our duel?"

After a long silence, Dumbledore sighed and handed Morfin's wand back.

He now understood Tom's psychology very well.

As an orphan who has been helpless since childhood, Tom actually has a sense of inferiority deep in his heart.

After learning that he was a descendant of Slytherin, his inferiority complex was gradually dispelled!

However... after seeing the true appearance of the Slytherin descendant... he was extremely disappointed.

Therefore, he must take back this identity with dignity!

And that ring, that Slytherin relic, carries this once glorious and honorable identity!
So, he wanted to get the ring back from his uncle!

If he stopped it... He could protect Tom physically from harm, but what about him mentally?

Although Tom might get hurt, what Dumbledore didn't want to see was that Tom, who was slowly getting better, would become mentally distorted again...

Morfin snatched his wand away with a sinister smile on his face.

"Little Mudblood... you actually dare to challenge me to a duel? Haha... Okay! That's great! The premise is... this Dumbledore can't interfere!"

Morfin's eyes turned bloodshot.

How dare this little Mudblood insult my honor as a descendant of Slytherin!

Duel? Duel is great! He had long wanted to crush this overconfident little bastard!
You are only eleven or twelve years old, yet you dare to be so arrogant?

As long as the powerful adult wizard next to him doesn't intervene, he will be 100% sure that he can beat the little bastard in front of him to death!
"As a witness, he will not interfere. Since you have agreed to our bet, come on... 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 tense.

"Come on, let's go outside and fight! But don't destroy my house!"

Morfin strode out of the shabby house, grinning with a mouthful of uneven yellow teeth.

The yard outside the shabby house was overgrown with weeds. Tom and Morfin stood facing each other, their feet buried in the knee-high weeds.

Seeing Tom's serious expression, Morfin let out a strange laugh.

“Hehehe…are you scared, little bastard? If you are scared…”

"I let you make the first move." Tom interrupted Morfin coldly.

Upon hearing this, Mo Finn's face turned the color of pig kidneys again!
Tom told him to make the first move, and his eyes were full of contempt when he said this!
This is simply the greatest insult to him!

How much they look down on him!
"You will regret this! Avada..."

"Except your weapons!"

Morfin didn't even finish his spell...

The red spell has already arrived

"Snapped!"

Morfin Gaunt lay on the ground, staring blankly at the sky.

"How...how is it possible?"

Soon, Mo Finn felt the sky darken. It turned out that someone was blocking it...

Tom looked down at Morfin Gaunt who was lying on the ground.

In fact, he was deliberately trying to continue to irritate Morfin.

In a duel, if you lose your composure, you are halfway to losing...

Sure enough, Morfin, who was successfully angered by Tom, didn't even use the Shield Charm, and decisively used the more difficult Killing Curse.

But... Morfin has not used the Dark Arts for too many years...

So the casting action is too slow...

With such a long pre-casting period, how could he possibly be a match for Tom?

Tom has gone through several months of high-intensity pressure training from Levitra!

His casting speed can be said to be astonishingly fast!

Tom threw Morfin's wand back next to Morfin and said coldly, "Pick it up..."

"what?"

"I told you to pick up your wand!"

"You...you..." The angry Morfin grabbed the wand again.

However, there were still no surprises this time.

Morfin, who had not been in battle for a long time, was knocked away before he could even raise his wand, and his body hit the fence hard.

Tom walked over slowly again and looked at the desperate Morfin with indifference.

"You are a descendant of Slytherin, but you can't even beat an underage wizard? Think about it yourself, a descendant of Slytherin... are you really worthy of it? If you can't bear the responsibility, then let me do it!"

Tom bent down and took the ring from Morfin, who had lost the strength to fight again.

"From today on, I am the true descendant of Slytherin, and you..." Tom took out a purse from his pocket and threw it next to Morfin. "Morfin Gaunt, and your Gaunt family...from now on, you are no longer allowed to call yourself a descendant of Slytherin! These 500 gold galleons are the price for my mother Merope Gaunt to officially leave your Gaunt family."

Tom said this, holding the ring and walking out of the deserted yard of the Gaunt family without looking back.

Dumbledore took a look at Morfin Gaunt, who was lying on the ground like a deathly ashes, and after confirming that he was not injured, he left the Gaunt house with Levitra.

……

Tom walked ahead in silence.

Dumbledore and Levitra followed behind him.

All three of them remained silent.

Tom suddenly stopped, raised his hand, and put the ring solemnly on his finger, with a sickly flush on his face.

After living for so many years, he has never felt as comfortable as today!

Then he turned around and looked at Dumbledore and Levitra.

"Professor Dumbledore...thank you for not interfering..." After the excitement, Tom seemed to become restrained again.

Dumbledore sighed, "In fact, I am pleased with your change, Tom... You have indeed changed a lot... If it were before, you would never have given him the money in the end."

Although what happened just now was very unexpected, Dumbledore felt somewhat relieved afterwards.

Taking away the ring is Tom's responsibility to revive the Slytherin family.

Leaving 500 gold galleons behind was Tom's kindness. Compared to the illusory family honor, having enough food to eat was Morfin Gaunt's top priority...

This is also what makes Dumbledore most pleased.

"Nothing... I just thought that if it was Wade, he would definitely do this." Tom said modestly.

"Huh? Me?" Li Weide was a little surprised when his name was suddenly called.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he reached into his pocket and looked around. "Ha! I was wondering why you were trying to flatter me... I guess 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, the gold Galleons in the Gringotts vault also belong to me!"

"But this is my pocket! Not Gringotts!"

"Okay, just think of it as me lending it to you, is that okay?"

"Borrow? You just said you would borrow it, right? Great! Nine out of 13 returns! No room for negotiation!"

"You... I knew it! How could it be so easy to get it... So you let me take it on purpose!"

"Haha, no need to waste time, 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..."

　The next chapter will be updated a little later. Sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)