v2 Chapter 1075： Terrible Voldemort (reward for college entrance exam) (1/2)

”The next conversation was completed by the snakes.” Dumbledore said that he had a snap and a white wave spread quickly. ”I later figured out how to figure out what they were saying, what you heard next. It’s all the language I translated.”

Ai Wen didn't talk, just thinking, can the memory that has been extracted be modified?

Even if this memory is not Dumbledore's own, it does not seem to have much problem.

The strength of the principal is really amazing. You see him through yourself, but you will soon discover that it is only part of it.

Just as a blind person feels like a elephant, he can never say a complete outline.

There is a lot of magic, not Dumbledore, but he doesn't bother to use it.

At this point, Voldemort is not as good as him, and Evan is far worse.

In front of them, the door slammed open, and a boy stood at the door, carrying an old-fashioned oil lamp.

Tall, black hair, pale, handsome, he is Juvenile Voldemort, fifteen-year-old Tom Riddle!

It’s really a life that can be eaten by the face, but I have to transform myself into a monster.

Voldemort's gaze moved slowly through the dirty room and found Morfin on the armchair.

They looked at each other for a few seconds, and Morfin staggered and stood up. Many of the bottles at the feet were ping pong, and the locals rolled around.

”You!” he muttered, ”you!”

Mouffin slammed into Riddle, holding his wand and a knife.

”Stop!” Riddle said in a snake's mouth.

Morfin couldn't help but slammed into the table, and the moldy rust pot fell to the ground.

He stared at Riddle, who looked at each other for a long time. In the end, Morfin broke the silence.

”What would you say?”

”Yes, I will say.” Riddle entered the room and the door closed behind him.

There is no fear that normal people should have, his face shows disgust, and maybe there is disappointment.

”Where is Marvoro?” he asked.

”Dead!” the other said, and the voice was a bit strange. ”It has been dead for many years, isn't it?”

”Who are you?” Riddle frowned.

”I am Morfin!”

”The son of Mavolo?”

”Of course...” Morfin pushed the hair off his dirty face, so he could see the Riddle.

Although the light was dim, Ivan saw a black gemstone ring on his right hand with Mavolo.