Hogwarts: This Dark Lord is so evil.

Chapter 178 Hope and Rebirth

"Bastard!" The dark wizard no longer believed Morfin's words.

He threw Morfin to the ground with force, then grabbed Old Tom who was beside him and stood in front of him.

At this moment, he just wanted to leave here quickly, even though there were still many places in Riddle Manor that he hadn't looted...

Anyway, they have looted a lot of valuable things, so this trip was not in vain.

He had to leave, because there was a wizard who could cast a killing curse hiding in the dark! He didn't want to die!

When the other dark wizards saw his actions, they immediately used levitation spells to float the dying butler Augustus and two old men lying on the ground next to them and placed them in front of them.

Since this wizard is a relative of this Muggle family, as long as these Muggles are caught, he will surely be cautious and dare not use the Killing Curse again.

The other two who didn't get a seat used the chairs beside them as shields...

In their opinion, as long as the other party did not dare to use the killing curse, then they would not be afraid even if he hid in the dark.

After all, there are so many people on our side, while the other side seems to have only one person!

"How do we get down?" someone asked.

At this point, they were on the second floor, but the stairs and half the floor had been blown away.

Moreover, because he was carrying hostages, he didn't dare to use the Apparition.

Apparition: wizards actually have flaws when they reveal their forms.

Not to mention, he had to Apparate with these unconscious Muggles.

"There's a flower bed down there! Let's take turns standing guard and jumping down!"

"Well... those on guard should be careful! Those who jump down have no defenses!"

After the wizards finished speaking, half of them stayed on the second floor and used levitation spells to float some furniture, ready to throw them out at any time to help their companions resist the Killing Curse.

The other half grabbed the hostage, cast a levitation spell on his clothes, and landed lightly in the flower bed outside.

When they landed, the people on the second floor repeated the same steps and landed in the flower garden as well.

What surprised them was that with such a good opportunity, the wizard hiding in the dark did not attack?
It seems that these Muggles are still very important in the wizard's heart!

Those dark wizards all understood this truth, and they all held on to the Riddle family tightly and refused to let go.

I walked out of the flower garden with trepidation and came to the road not far away.

After walking for such a long distance and the opponent had not attacked yet, these dark wizards couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Just when they began to wonder whether the other party had left or was hiding somewhere to ambush them.

Suddenly, they found two or three small metal balls rolling out from the side of the road...

"A small silver ball? Why didn't we see it just now..." A wizard wanted to pick it up and take a look.

"Wait! Something's wrong..." another wizard suddenly shouted.

How could such an incongruous thing appear on the road for no reason!
"Puff puff……"

Before they could react, the balls exploded.

The gas overflowing from inside instantly filled the place!
"Thump, thump..."

In just a second, the dark wizards fell to the ground unconscious one after another.

Behind a nearby tree, Tom lifted his Invisibility Cloak and came out.

"The whirlwind swept away..."

A breeze blew away the remaining gas at the scene.

Then Tom came over indifferently.

"Even the elite witch party can't resist the drug, do you think you can resist it?"

Tom glanced at them with disdain, then his gaze fell again on his relatives lying on the ground, a complicated look flashing in his eyes.

This disaster was brought upon myself...

If he hadn't offended Morfin, he wouldn't have brought so many cruel dark wizards to attack the Riddle family, and so many people wouldn't have died...

In other words, he was the instigator of this disaster.

When they wake up, I may have to say goodbye to them.

Tom knew very well that it would be difficult for anyone to forgive the culprit after experiencing such a disaster...

What's more, it's the Riddle family, which is already prejudiced against wizards.

It seems that the changes in their attitude towards wizards that they had finally achieved might completely disappear after tonight.

Is this dream about family affection finally coming to an end?

Tom took a quick look around at the Riddle family.

I found that they were still breathing. Perhaps those dark wizards wanted to keep them alive so that they could tell me where the money was hidden.

Or maybe Morfin wanted to keep them alive and torture them...

In any case, these unfortunate Muggles were lucky enough to save their lives.

Tom sighed and his eyes fell on his father, Old Tom, again.

He slowly squatted down and looked quietly at the middle-aged man in front of him who looked very similar to himself but looked too old. After a while, he took out a bottle from his pocket and smeared the stinking ointment under Old Tom's nose.

Compared to the others, Old Tom's injuries should be the lightest. Tom planned to wake him up, and then after finishing some finishing work, he would leave the Riddle family...

Old Tom groaned in pain and slowly woke up.

The first thing he saw was Tom squatting in front of him, and then he saw the dark wizards lying in a mess behind him.

"Have you...finished them all?"

"Yes," Tom responded.

"Are...your grandparents still alive?"

"Still alive... I will send a letter to the Ministry of Magic later, and then someone will send them to St. Mungo's... well, the wizard hospital, and you have to go too. The injuries left on your bodies cannot be treated by Muggle doctors... After that... I will leave..."

Old Tom's eyes flickered when he heard this. "You're...leaving? Is that what I understand you to mean? The kind that...you're never coming back?"

"Yes... never coming back. I think you should know that they came because of me, and those people... can also be said to have died because of me. I know that you will not forgive me... It is impossible for me to stay."

"Are we such fools in your eyes?" Old Tom smiled bitterly and barely supported himself. "You wizards...always look down on us and think that we who can't do magic are stupid. But, apart from not having your strange abilities, what's the difference between us and you?"

Tom looked at Old Tom in confusion, wondering why he said that.

"Although we don't know magic, we are also normal people... We are not stupid!" Old Tom said excitedly: "Why do you feel that you are guilty as a victim? Do you think that when a disaster strikes, we will be the kind of idiots who blame our relatives who are also victims? Don't you think this is too unfair?"

Tom frowned, "But, I..."

"You regret it and blame yourself, don't you?" Old Tom said with a bitter smile, "I thought the same thing when I just escaped back. This thought has lasted for many years... I regret it and blame myself... I regret drinking the glass of water your mother handed over. I blame myself for losing the courage to place my father's hopes on me... But I am also a victim... What did I do wrong? I..."

Tom sighed, "Let's talk about these things later. You need to rest... and they also need treatment."

Old Tom gasped and stood up with difficulty with the help of Tom.

The reason why he was so tough tonight was that after being tortured by Morfin, the emotions that had been suppressed for so many years burst out.

Fear and repression reach their extreme point, which is anger...

Old Tom took a deep breath and said, "Son...I want to say..."

Suddenly, his eyes widened and he pushed Tom in front of him to the side!

Tom just felt very confused.

However, when he regained his balance and wanted to question Old Tom, he saw a cloud of blood mist rising from Old Tom's body!
Tom stared with wide eyes as he watched Old Tom slowly fall down...

At this moment, by the broken window on the second floor, Morfin Gaunt was holding the wand with his only remaining left hand, leaning against the broken window and laughing crazily.

Tom clenched his wand tightly, and a huge feeling, hard to tell whether it was anger or sadness, suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart!
"Go to hell!"

Tom swung his wand violently in Morfin's direction. This time, he didn't even say a spell...

"Sa!"

The wand cut through the air, making a sharp crack.

Then a faint black ripple flew out from the tip of the wand and disappeared in an instant!
"bump!"

On the windowsill, Morfin Gaunt's laughter suddenly died away.

Then, a huge crack slowly appeared on the windowsill next to him...

At the same time, a red line appeared on Mofen's neck...

The next second, the head fell to the ground... accompanied by a huge roar from the half of the window sill that was cut off...

This is the most powerful spell Tom has cast since he learned the Shadowless Spell!
However, this time the powerful spell rarely attracted Tom's attention.

He ignored the situation over there, slowly turned his head and looked at Old Tom on the ground.

Perhaps because Morfin was too badly injured, the splitting spell did not exert its full power this time.

That's why Old Tom didn't die on the spot.

However, Old Tom was not in much better condition at this time.

Several wounds were so deep that bones were visible, and his upper body was almost torn apart!
Tom squatted down and looked at the miserable old Tom in front of him, his mind went blank.

Then, he began to numbly take things out of his pocket...

White fresh... healing potion...

Tom numbly continued to apply these drugs to Old Tom.

However, the gushing blood washed away the white fresh water, greatly reducing the effect of the white fresh water. In addition, Old Tom was constantly vomiting blood from his mouth and could not drink the healing potion at all...

"Heal quickly! Heal quickly!"

Tom held the wand in his bloody hand and tremblingly cast a spell on old Tom's wound.

However, his healing spell can only be used to treat some superficial injuries. For such a serious injury, it is simply a drop in the bucket...

Perhaps the diffusa had taken effect, or perhaps some of the healing potion had finally been injected into the body.

Old Tom finally stopped vomiting blood, but his gradually getting more energetic made Tom feel more and more uneasy...

"Tom... your grandfather asked me to name your owl before. I thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure out what name to give it... But now, I have an idea. What do you think about calling the owl 'New Life'? Only a new life can bring hope... I thought I was about to have a new life..."

(End of this chapter)