HP: White Lord of Slytherin

Summer 1932

Yvette is extremely talented, not inferior to her ancestors Salazar and Enzo, or even more powerful.

Because she broke through the restrictions of protective magic at a young age and walked out of Slytherin Manor at the age of five.

The outside world looks a little shabby, but interesting.

I went to many places in the UK and finally came to London.

Yvette was a child, and she walked on the street like this without attracting any attention, thanks to the effect of the spell, which made passers-by subconsciously ignore her existence.

But when he reached a door, he stopped.

Inside the building behind the door, someone's magic power was fluctuating. It should be the first magical outburst for a six or seven-year-old kid.

Yvette looked up at the sign on the gate - Wu's Orphanage.

She didn't go in, but found a house to rent nearby.

The person who rented her house, because of the influence of magic, thought that the tenant was a strong woman in her thirties.

Tom has been cold since childhood and could not cry as a baby.

As time went by, he had a hunch that he was completely different from the people around him.

Until a few days ago, this feeling was completely confirmed.

Tom stood at the door of the room, watching the stone on the table being moved out of thin air to the window sill.

After doing this, he turned and went downstairs.

A snake found him yesterday, and other children in the orphanage saw him with the snake and called him a monster in their whispers.

monster?

He is nobler than all these people!

"Does any other human know what you are talking about?" Tom stared at the snake in front of him.

"No, you are the first one." The harmless little snake coiled its body.

Six-year-old Tom is very handsome, but no one is willing to adopt him. His gloomy expression makes every couple give up and finally choose children with sweet smiles or well-behaved attitudes.

"You have the ability to speak Parseltongue. What's your last name?" Yvette sat on the tree trunk with her legs dangling in the air.

"Riddle." Tom stood up. "Tom Riddle."

Yvette thought about it and realized that she had never heard of this surname. In the pure-blood family book, there was no such surname in pure-blood wizard families not only in Britain but also in other countries.

"Do you know my family?" Tom felt that he was of extraordinary status.

He knew when he was four years old that his biological mother was in poverty when she came to Wu's Orphanage. She died after giving birth to him and naming him.

"I don't know. Tell me your full name."

Tom was disappointed for a moment, but he still said, "Tom Marvolo Riddle."

"Marvolo?" Yvette knew the name.

The only Slytherin bloodline outside the family is the Gaunt family. Her parents' generation specifically looked into the Gaunt family, and at that time there was a man named Marvolo Gaunt.

"If I'm not mistaken, you should be a descendant of the Gaunt family." Yvette saw that this boy, who was about her age, was equally precocious.

"Who am I?" Tom walked under the tree, staring at the girl with his black eyes.

He knew that they were of the same kind.

Not only blood, but also temperament.

"Wizard, you are a wizard, from a noble wizard family, with Slytherin blood flowing in your body." Yvette frowned after saying this, "You shouldn't live in an orphanage in the Muggle world. Although the Gaunt family has long been in decline, you are still a wizard."

This really puzzled her. Her father had said that the Gaunt family attached great importance to bloodlines. In order to retain the Parseltongue ability inherited from Slytherin, they chose to marry close relatives or even closest relatives, so they looked more and more weird.

Therefore, in the past century or two, their descendants only watched the Gaunt family from afar when they went out, and they did not become close friends with them as before.

Normally, the Gaunt family attaches great importance to bloodline and would never abandon it to the Muggle world.

Tom lowered his eyes, many thoughts flashing through his mind, but in the end his intuition was right, he was different from the people around him.

"You are a wizard too," he asked. "Can you talk to snakes, too?"

Yvette stopped swinging her legs and said, "I can, but there are very few wizards who have this ability..."

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Yvette was curious about Tom's background, so she went to the old Gaunt house. Seeing the Slytherin descendant who had fallen into such a miserable state, she felt a little contemptuous.

Marvolo Gaunt is still alive, but not far from death.

Morfin Gaunt was a man in tattered, dirty clothes, with his eyes looking in opposite directions.

The father and son are complete losers. There is no money at home and they don't know how to cook. They order the snake to steal food all day long.

Yvette felt that it would be better for them not to have any descendants, as it would be a disgrace to the Slytherin bloodline.

Taking advantage of the rare opportunity when the father and son opened the door, she controlled them and roughly understood Tom's life experience.

It turns out that in addition to the good-for-nothing father and son, there is also a Merope Gaunt in this family, but she eloped with the rich Muggle son of the Riddle family nearby. The father and son cursed when they talked about this.

Said that she not only eloped, but also took away the Slytherin locket.

Yvette looked at the ring on Marvolo's finger and took it off without hesitation.

The Gaunt family used the Slytherin bloodline to unite with the descendants of Peverell. Because the paternal bloodline of the Peverell family was cut off at that time, the ring was passed to the Gaunt family.

It would be better to give the ring to Tom, at least he looks presentable.

When Yvette arrived at the Riddle house in Little Hangleton, she recognized Tom's father at a glance. They looked so much alike. Little Tom was a smaller version of old Riddle.

Now this rich young man has married a wife, who was originally his fiancée. Merope used magic to keep him for a year, and gave up controlling him after she became pregnant. Old Riddle immediately abandoned the mother and son.

Yvette returned to the Wu Orphanage, but did not go to find Tom, but Mrs. Cole.

"When that woman came, besides giving birth to the child, what else did she give you?"

Mrs. Cole's eyes were blurry. "That poor woman... left two pounds, five shillings and twenty pence after giving birth to the child. I spent most of it on Tom."

Yvette recalled that although Tom was thin, he was not short, and his skin was pale but not sallow, and he did not look malnourished.

The orphanage is also shabby but very tidy. The adults here do not abuse the children, and the government provides corresponding subsidies. However, conflicts between children are inevitable, and it is impossible for the adults to keep an eye on them all the time.

"Mrs. Cole, Ms. Smith donated fifty pounds." Yvette put the money on the table, "I'm leaving now."

After the others left, Mrs. Cole's eyes gradually became clearer, and her mind was filled with the thought of a kind-hearted young lady who had been given fifty pounds to do a good deed.

Yvette then went to Knockturn Alley. Merope did not leave any instructions on the locket being sold. It would be troublesome to sell it in Gringotts, and goblins were greedy and cunning, but selling it in Knockturn Alley would get the money immediately.

The whereabouts of the Slytherin locket must be figured out. If the Gaunts can't keep it, it should be returned to the Slytherins.

The doorbell at the door of Borgin and Burke's rang. Mr. Burke rubbed his hands and smiled, "Welcome..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw a little girl who was not even as tall as the counter.

Mr. Bock has seen a lot of weird people in this store, but he didn't care and continued, "What do you need, little lady?"

Yvette asked, "In 1926, was there a lady who sold you a locket?"

Mr. Bock had a good memory. After a little recollection, he remembered that the pendant box in the hand of the poor woman was very mysterious. He bought it after bargaining hard.

"Are you her child?" This was all he could guess.

He still didn't understand the function of the locket, but he knew there was some wonderful magic inside it.

"It's none of your business. How much did the locket sell for?" Yvette was too lazy to talk to him.

Mr. Burke guessed that she wanted to buy the locket back. He rolled his eyes, thought for a moment and said, "130 Galleons. There is a powerful magic in the locket..."

"Don't!" Yvette shouted at him with full force, "You're trying to deceive me!"