Chapter 1365

He looked to be about sixteen.

He walked up to Morfin, looked him over, and asked in Parseltongue: "Where is Marvolo?"

"Dead!"

"How did he die?"

"Died in Azkaban."

"Then who are you?"

"His son!"

Morfin's expression became increasingly impatient.

He hated this feeling of being led by the nose.

What's more.

He looked at Tom Riddle's face, and the more he looked, the more familiar it seemed.

"You look like old Tom... but he's much older than you, haha. He's back, you know?

He abandoned my sister. My sister deserved it; she married trash... She still stole our locket. Where's the locket! Where's Slytherin's locket!"

Morfin roared loudly.

At this moment, the scene suddenly went pitch black.

Dumbledore pulled them back to reality.

"Clearly, the memory ends here. Next, the Ministry of Magic received a report that the Riddle family had all been murdered, and only Morfin was there."

"And Morfin confessed to it. He claimed he had wanted to kill the Tom family a long time ago, so he was sentenced to life imprisonment."

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