The isolated little Hangleton County has not welcomed many visitors in the past few decades, but these days these outsiders have been arriving one after another.

The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic were dressed very formally, questioning the nearby residents whether they had seen Tom Riddle. The person in charge of the questioning was Dawlish, who was the one who sent Cyrus to Azkaban more than two months ago. Now Cyrus had escaped from prison, and although it had little to do with him, someone still needed to take the blame.

Besides him, there were a few Aurors dressed similarly to him, and two people who didn't fit in.

Mad-Eye Moody was leaning on a cane, his toad-like, uneven face sullen, and the bulging magic eye in his left eye was moving weirdly as if out of control.

"Do you really think Tom Riddle has ever appeared in this town?" Standing next to Moody was a tall woman with pink hair. She looked restless and was chasing the weeds on the ground with her feet. "As my first mission as an Auror, I would rather participate in the capture of Sirius Black."

"First of all, you are not an Auror yet. I brought you along because Dumbledore asked me to investigate Tom Riddle's case." Moody did not give her any face. "Also, Black is not an ordinary criminal. You will probably be killed by him if you run into him. Don't think that a Death Eater will care about your relationship with him."

Tonks made a displeased face behind Moody's back.

But then she had another question.

"Who exactly is that Tom Riddle? I heard that he was the culprit behind the Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts? But even if that's the case, I don't think you'd be asked to take part in the capture, right? You've already retired from the front line."

"I'm afraid it's a revenant," Mad-Eye said through gritted teeth. Dumbledore did not tell him the other party's name, but Moody was born with the ability to investigate on his own.

Fifty years ago, there was a model student at Hogwarts named Tom Riddle.

Although the other person was born in Muggle, he should be of mixed blood. He almost monopolized all the awards during his time in school. Such a person should have a bright future after graduation. But in fact, this student has completely disappeared since graduation. It's as if he has never appeared in the wizarding world.

It was like a stone that hit the lake of the magic world and caused a small wave. However, when the lake returned to calm, no one could find the stone. Even whether the wave had appeared became a mystery.

But Moody still found some clues.

He started with Tom Riddle's life experience. For this purpose, he specifically asked Dumbledore and learned that Tom Riddle was an orphan. Dumbledore told Moody almost all the information except hiding the identity of "the mysterious man".

It was undoubtedly a Muggle surname, inherited from Tom's father.

As for his mother, no one knew her name. Even Dumbledore might not know that Voldemort was a descendant of the Gaunt family, otherwise he would have found the Gaunt mansion and the Resurrection Stone long ago.

In the original book, Dumbledore probably found the origin of Voldemort based on Harry's description of the Little Hangleton Cemetery after Voldemort was resurrected. It was after that that he discovered the Resurrection Stone, but he couldn't resist the temptation to bring the dead back to life and was cursed by Voldemort.

But now, Moody's has brought that discovery forward.

He learned that Tom Riddle was a Parseltongue, which was why he was able to control a terrifying basilisk to attack Hogwarts in the past year. And it just so happened that a senior in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement that Moody once knew mentioned a murder case to him.

The criminal also possesses Parseltongue.

So he first found the Gaunt house, where there were indeed strong traces of magic, but the person who left the trace had long since left, and he was not sure whether it was Riddle. Then, they expanded the search range and finally found clues in Little Hangleton, not far from the Gaunt house.

Moody's eyes turned toward a beautiful house on a distant hillside.

In the sunlight, the house still looked eerie, like a peeper watching the town’s fifty years.

While the two were talking, Dawlish came back with several other Aurors. This excellent Auror looked dissatisfied and reported in a deep voice: "A few days ago, an outsider did come here and bought Riddle House, but his face looked different from Riddle. Maybe he is not the person we are looking for?"

"Looks different? Don't forget he's a wizard!" Moody cursed disdainfully.

"But he doesn't have a wand..."

"How can you promise that?" Moody limped up the hill with his cane without looking back. Tonks hurriedly followed him.

Dawlish gave him a resentful look and followed with the other two Aurors.

The five of them walked up the distant hillside together. Old Frank was standing at the door, his cloudy eyes motionless, as if he had been waiting for them for a long time.

"You are here, gentlemen."

"You knew we were coming?" Moody asked in surprise.

His magic eye saw Frank thoroughly in an instant. The ice-blue eyes were like the deep frozen lake water, emitting powerful magic.

He wanted to see through Frank's disguise, but the magic eye seemed unable to see through the other person's mind, let alone the modified memory.

"The gentleman told me to leave if there were other guests." He looked a little lonely, but not particularly sad. After all, the gentleman had left him a place to stay in the town.

But in fact, he misunderstood what Cyrus meant. The "guest" Cyrus referred to was actually Voldemort, and he asked him to leave in order to save this innocent and pitiful life. But Frank obviously regarded Moody and the others as "guests".

"Sir? What's his name?"

"He said you could call him Cyrus, or—Riddle."

"It's really Riddle!" Tonks' eyes lit up and she asked excitedly, "Where did he go?"

"I don't know, I'm only a gardener, miss," said Frank, somewhat at a loss.

He seemed to want to entertain Moody and his party, but he also felt that he should leave and wanted to pack his things, but in fact he had very few things to pack. The wooden shed he originally had in the manor had been demolished, and Cyrus had been letting him live in the house.

As for the old things, such as the kerosene lamp or his crooked kettle, they were also disposed of.

Finally, he simply carried his dying body and walked towards the town with the sun behind him.

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