The Dark Lord's Guide to Employment at Hogwarts

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Morfin rushed over while yelling and cursing, looking like he was going to strangle Tom to death!

"bump!"

Mo Finn's figure came and went quickly!

He was knocked out in an instant!

Tom gripped his wand tightly, his eyes seemed to be spitting fire!

"You dirty...shameful bastard, how dare you insult my...mother like this!" Tom pursed his lips and wanted to continue.

However, he soon felt someone gently pressing his shoulder.

Tom turned his head and saw Li Weide shaking his head slightly.

If Dumbledore wasn't there, Levid certainly wouldn't stop him.

But now...if he is not stopped, Tom might eat the melon in front of Dumbledore...

When Dumbledore saw this, his lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything more.

He could totally understand how Tom felt right now.

Dumbledore walked quickly through the dilapidated wooden door and walked over to Morfin who was lying on the ground.

Morfin was still shouting, "You filthy mudblood! How dare you lay hands on me?"

He had just pulled out his wand when, for some unknown reason, it suddenly landed in Dumbledore's hands...

"It wasn't him who attacked you, Mr. Gaunt. It was me..." Dumbledore said seriously, "Also, you should apologize to Tom!"

Tom saw that Dumbledore actually took the blame for his impulsiveness and asked him to apologize to him.

His eyes flickered...

"I…I want to apologize to that little Mudblood?! I…"

"If you had said one more word... you might not have to apologize anymore," Dumbledore said calmly.

Although Dumbledore's expression and tone were calm, his powerful aura made even Levitra and Tom, who were standing far away outside the door, feel oppressed!

The Dumbledore of today is not the kind Dumbledore of the future...

Morfin was immediately frightened into silence by Dumbledore.

"Now, can we have a proper talk?" asked Dumbledore.

Morfin nodded involuntarily.

Then, he felt the heavy pressure in his heart disappear instantly!

"Come in." Dumbledore turned to Levitra and Tom and said.

Mo Finn also took this opportunity to get up from the ground in a mess.

Although there was still hatred and disgust in his eyes when he looked at Tom, this time he did not dare to scold Tom to his face.

"Mr. Gaunt, what did we agree on?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

"Okay... okay... I'm... sorry..." Morfin gritted his teeth and apologized to Tom.

Tom looked at him groveling, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes again.

Li Weide was right. If I came here alone, I might be in danger...

He really wanted to strangle himself just now!

Coupled with Morfin's suicidal words just now, Tom felt that he might not be able to help but kill him!

If that happens, he might get into big trouble...

Tom currently has no means to completely conceal his crimes...

Chapter 122 Pick up the wand! I told 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... a nephew?"

Morfin struggled to get up and sat on a worn chair nearby, panting heavily and glaring fiercely at the three people in front of him.

"I recently learned that my mother is a descendant of Slytherin, so I wanted to come back and take a look... to 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 a shred of Slytherin honor, she wouldn't have found a dirty Muggle to mate with and then give birth to a filthy Mudblood like you... This is a stain on the Slytherin bloodline! It's a disgrace!"

"Shut up! You bastard!" Tom said angrily. "You said she tarnished the Slytherin bloodline and disregarded the honor of the Slytherin family? Then what are you doing now? What kind of wretch is it that 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 tarnished his bloodline, or that you, a bunch of rubbish, had ruined his reputation?"

"Having fallen into this state, 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'm a noble descendant of Slytherin! I live like this because... because everyone else has fallen! They no longer adhere to tradition! This is why our Gaunt family has slowly declined! I... Even though I've fallen into this state, I haven't 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 were looking at a piece of shit.

"Tradition? What tradition? Hiding at home and casting some little evil spells to play tricks on passing Muggles is what you call the tradition of Slytherin's descendants? A fool is a fool. Don't you 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 had 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 passed by and saw the noble Slytherin descendant in such a state...what would they say? You maggots who have disgraced your ancestors, how dare you 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 nearby 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 was now dressed in a way that was not worth a single knut, and yet he wore a jeweled ring!

Taking advantage of Morfin's rage, 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, 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!?"

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

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

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

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's no point in talking any more! Let's duel!" Tom said, pulling out a glove from his pocket and throwing it at Morfin. He then said coldly, "According to the oldest tradition of pure-blood families, duel! Don't you respect tradition the most? Then accept my invitation to duel! Only the last one standing is qualified to possess Slytherin's relics! Only then can he be called 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, Levy 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 a matter of my family's honor! Please don't stop me!" Tom said coldly. "How can the relics of the great Salazar Slytherin fall into the hands of such 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 relic of Slytherin, 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 his mental health?

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, a sinister grin on his face.

"Little Mudblood... you actually dare to challenge me to a duel? Haha... Fine! That's great! But on the condition that... this Dumbledore doesn't interfere!"

Morfin's eyes were bloodshot.

How dare this little mudblood insult the honor of being a descendant of Slytherin!

Duel? A duel would be great! He had long wanted to crush this overconfident little bastard!

You're 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... duel with me..." Tom pinched his wand and looked at his uncle with contempt.

Of course, he looked very dismissive, 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 jagged yellow teeth.

The yard outside the dilapidated house was full of weeds.

Tom and Morfin stood facing each other, their feet buried in the knee-deep 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 biggest insult to him!

How much contempt this shows for him!