Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 572 A Painful Anchor Point

“Uh…current research hasn’t…well, there’s no clear evidence that the use of Emerald has any effect on offspring,” Horace Slughorn stammered.

“Then just tell me your own feelings,” Tierra said with a smile. “Was Voldemort any different from other kids in his school days?”

"Voldemort?" Horace Slughorn stammered. "I, I, I, I don't, I don't know what you, what do you mean?"

"Don't you know?" Tyella asked, feigning confusion, "Voldemort's mother, Melep Gaunt, the Squib daughter of the Gaunt family."

Seeing the curious looks from those around her, Tierra asked in surprise, "You really don't know? Oh, my Merlin, Voldemort has been wreaking havoc on the wizarding world for so long, and you don't even know anything about him?"

“Well, well, Voldemort’s mother, Mehrabian Gaunt, fell in love with Tom Riddle, the rich, handsome, and witty Muggle from Little Hangletonshire, but her father, brothers, and even the rich, handsome Muggle Tom Riddle all mocked her for it,” Tierra continued. “But after her brother and father were arrested, Mehrabian Gaunt used Emerald to force Tom to marry her, and they had Tom Riddle, who later became the famous Voldemort.”

“I don’t know why Emerald lost its effect after Merope became pregnant. I guess it’s because Merope thought she had given birth to old Tom Riddle’s child, so she stopped using the aphrodisiac.” Tiera finished speaking and shook her head with a smile. “That stupid woman, thinking that having a child would win a man’s heart, she was blinded by the intense infatuation brought by Emerald, and thought that everything old Tom Riddle showed after taking Emerald was real, from his heart’s love. So she was foolish enough to stop taking Emerald from old Tom Riddle.”

"The ending of the story is quite obvious: old Tom Riddle abandoned her, and then Merope came to London, living in poverty. Later, on a snowy Christmas Eve, Merope gave birth to Voldemort in a Muggle orphanage, named him Tom Marvolo Riddle, and then died tragically."

After Tyrell finished speaking, the entire classroom fell silent, whether from being immersed in Voldemort's tragic origins or from being shocked that the father of the second Dark Lord in history had slept with a Muggle.

Even Horace Slughorn stared at Tyella in disbelief, seemingly unaware of Voldemort's origins and past.

“So, Professor Slughorn,” Tyella finally broke the silence, “during Tom Riddle’s time at the school, did you notice anything unusual? For example, his emotional coldness, manifested primarily in his frequent disregard for or violation of the human rights of others, or his apparent indifference and intolerance towards morality and the law, or his fraudulent and amusement for personal gain or pleasure?”

“No!” Horace Slughorn said. “Nothing at all. He was perfectly normal at school!”

“In fact, he’s even a bit like you.” Horace Slughorn seemed a little angry, but didn’t dare to show it openly, so he could only angrily brush it off, “Just like an ordinary good student, nothing special about him.”

“Yes, of course he looks like me.” Tierra wasn’t angry; instead, she said cheerfully, “Since you say so, then he has the symptoms I mentioned before.”

“I am indeed too emotionally detached, and I often show indifference and disregard for morality and law. I also frequently engage in fraud and amusement for personal gain,” Tierra admitted one by one.

"No, no, I... I didn't mean that," Horace Slughorn tried to explain, somewhat flustered.

“No need for explanations, Professor Slughorn.” Tiera smiled and raised her hand to stop Horace Slughorn from speaking further.

“I know myself all too well, and I know Voldemort all too well,” Tierra said with a light laugh. “After all, I was Voldemort for a time, wasn’t I?” “Voldemort’s origins can serve as a warning to everyone.” At this moment, Investigator Tierra stood up and said, “Regarding the warning against using Emerald Light indiscriminately, if you don’t want a Voldemort among your descendants, I suggest you never use Emerald Light on someone who doesn’t love you, especially don’t have children.”

All the students, except for Tierra, looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

Tierra chuckled softly, breaking the silence.

"Of course, if you don't want to become a demon like Voldemort, it's best not to drink too much of the last potion." Investigator Tierra then pointed to the last cauldron—

That was the smallest of all the crucibles, only the size of an adult's fist. The potion inside was violently spraying out specks, the color of molten gold. A large drop of potion flew off the surface like a goldfish, but not a single drop fell outside.

“Why don’t you tell us what this last potion is, Professor Slughorn?” student Thiella said gently.

Tyrell didn't intend to make things difficult for Professor Horace Slughorn; he simply wanted to reveal Voldemort's past and provide him with more anchors.

Voldemort has now decided to hold his ascension ceremony and has begun setting up his anchor point for return—

The only problem is that, perhaps due to arrogance or perhaps due to inferiority, Voldemort chose to conceal his disgraceful origins and painful past when setting up the anchor points.

Voldemort only chose to proclaim his own greatness, his own power, and his own terror and darkness.

But simply anchoring like that isn't enough.

Tierra gazed into the distant, inexplicable distance, toward Voldemort, who was hiding in the shadows and darkness.

The so-called anchor point is the ability to accurately locate you based on the information you left behind in the mortal world after you have been scattered by the power of the divine dimension.

Anchoring can be false, can be exaggerated, but it must be painful, it must be unforgettable, and it must be something that not only you, but everyone will never forget.

“Oh, oh, oh, okay.” Horace Slughorn was pleased to finally end the unpleasant topic. He secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and a smile returned to his face, as if Tiera’s shocking and embarrassing question had never existed. He instantly switched into the role of a good teacher. “This potion is called Felix Felicis. Does any student know the effects of Felix Felicis, Miss Granger?”

“It’s liquid good luck,” Hermione exclaimed excitedly. “It can bring you good fortune!”

(End of this chapter)