Chapter 213

The door suddenly opened.

"How do you know this name?" Hagrid looked at the boy in front of him in shock.

"Can we go in and talk?" Tom asked, "I think this might be a very long conversation."

Hagrid finally let Tom into his hut again. He poured himself a cup of tea but forgot to give Tom one. He was shocked by that name, which reminded him of the tragic encounter fifty years ago.

"Why do you ask about Riddle?" Hagrid asked again.

"I saw it in the school's trophy room, he won the Special Contribution to the School Award." Tom said, "Later I learned that this award was because he stopped a vicious incident, and in that incident, Myrtle was killed. I talked to Myrtle, and she mentioned you."

"Myrtle." Hagrid took a big sip of the tea in his cup, "Yes, yes, that's the girl's name, I will never forget it."

"They said it was me, said Aragog killed her." Hagrid looked like he was about to cry. Even though fifty years had passed, thinking of the scene at that time, he still felt very aggrieved.

"Aragog?" Tom asked.

"Aragog is an Acromantula. I raised it in a box at that time. It was so small then, and it was very obedient, not dangerous at all, it wouldn't hurt anyone..."

"Acromantula?" Tom was stunned for a moment.

He had seen it in books; it was a huge spider that could grow bigger than a truck, and they had wisdom, were also carnivorous, and possessed incomparably poisonous venom.

Such a creature, not dangerous at all?

Thinking of Hagrid also raising the three-headed dog Fluffy, Tom had a brand new understanding of the "small" and "not dangerous" in Hagrid's mouth.

But Acromantula's eyes are all black, what are the two big yellow eyeballs Myrtle mentioned?

"Did Tom Riddle discover you were raising an Acromantula?" Tom asked.

"Yes." Hagrid said sadly, "He mistakenly thought that was the monster that killed the girl. But it wasn't, Aragog could never hurt people!"

"What kind of person was Tom Riddle?" Tom couldn't help it and asked directly.

He actually didn't care much about what happened fifty years ago. How Myrtle died, he just maintained basic curiosity. The reason that really drove him to pursue this matter was Tom Riddle, and his inexplicable sense of familiarity with this name.

Hagrid was stunned, seemingly not understanding why Tom would ask this question.

"Tell me, Hagrid, this is very important to me."

"You... why do you care about what happened fifty years ago? Why ask about Tom Riddle? Tom..." Suddenly, Hagrid opened his eyes wide, "You are also called Tom... are you related to Riddle?"

"I don't know." Tom sighed.

"I grew up in an orphanage, they said my parents were ordinary people, maybe both Muggles."

"But, this name... I don't know why, it always makes me feel very familiar, maybe... I think maybe..."

Hagrid understood.

Tom was just a child who wanted to know where he came from.

He had seen this kind of emotion in Harry, and he had experienced it himself. Perhaps it was precisely because of this that he had an extra fondness for Harry.

"Riddle..." Hagrid thought for a while, "He was very smart."

"He was also Slytherin, just like you." Hagrid said, glancing at Tom, "But you don't look quite the same."

"Oh! By the way, Riddle also seemed to grow up in an orphanage, which is the same as you. He had good grades and was very polite. He was very popular in Slytherin, and everyone liked him." Saying this, Hagrid sighed, "But he blamed Aragog wrongly."

"The thing in the Chamber of Secrets, Aragog was very afraid of it, didn't even dare to mention its name. I asked many times... the one who killed the girl was that monster..."

"But no one believed me."

"They said I opened the Chamber of Secrets... but I didn't even know what the heir of Slytherin was... I'm Gryffindor, how could I open the Chamber of Secrets..."

"Chamber of Secrets?" Tom looked at him suspiciously, "What is that?"

"Legend has it that Salazar Slytherin left a Chamber of Secrets in the castle, and only his heir can open it..."

"Inside it... forget it, that has nothing to do with Riddle, let's go back to him."

"In short, Tom Riddle was a good student with both character and learning. He seemed to have gone traveling after graduation... Later, I don't know... He was in Slytherin at that time, we weren't very familiar."

"Your middle name is Tom... If you are really related, from the perspective of time, maybe, he is your grandfather."

Fifty years, just the time of two generations...

Tom's heart moved, yes, it really is possible.

No wonder he would have a reaction to this name, maybe, Tom Riddle is really his grandfather? But later his descendants chose to stay in the Muggle world, perhaps not knowing their background.

Riddle was also Slytherin, he also grew up in an orphanage, so many similarities, maybe not a coincidence.

More importantly, his sense of familiarity with this name was without reason.

Maybe, this is the influence of the magic power he passed down?

At lunch the next day, the three little ones found that Tom's mood seemed very good.

"Is the matter solved?" Hermione asked.

"Considered solved some of it." Tom said, "By the way, did you find any clues about Nicolas Flamel that Hagrid mentioned?"

"No." Hermione was a bit disappointed, "I always feel like I've seen this name somewhere, but can't remember."

"Maybe we can tell the professor about this," Tom said, "Hagrid is right, we are meddling in things that have nothing to do with us."

"No professor will believe us," Ron said, "Even Hagrid doesn't believe Snape is a bad person."

Tom thought for a while and asked Harry, "Do you really want to get involved in this?"

"Snape wants to kill me! He is doing bad things, I must stop him!"

Tom nodded, "Alright, if it must be done, it's not impossible. Professors don't believe us because they think we are still children and have no evidence. If we get the evidence, they can't ignore this matter."

"Evidence?" Harry became interested, "How to do it?"

Tom took out his goblin gold coin, "Put this in Snape's office, maybe we can hear his plan."

(End of chapter)