Chapter 146: “Earning Ones Desire”
It all came to an end
In just a few hours, this harrowing ordeal of the past year would finally reach its conclusion.s harrowing ordeal of the past year would finally reach its conclusion.
No more enduring that wretched Pigs Head Bar or suffering under the influence of that old man named Percival.
No more worrying about his true identity being discovered.
And Grindelwald, the bastard who haunted his dreams night after night
As long as he could harness the power within that book and delve into its true mysteries, one day, he, Tom Riddle, would have the chance to defeat him!
After all, he was aging slowly but growing in power.
Tom Riddle couldnt contain his excitement.
He had spent an entire year in Hogsmeade, growing increasingly desperate
But all for that book.
He could only bide his time, waiting for the thief to emerge!
He dared to remain in Hogsmeade only because he couldnt bring himself to enter Hogwarts couldnt dare to tread into the territory of the one he feared most even though he knew the book was there
At Christmas last year, he had been waiting for an opportunity.
A highly fortunate chance had arisen in the Pigs Head Bar where he had accidentally sensed the books presence within a young boy
So, he had trailed him.
To be safe, he hadnt allowed the boy to notice him while they wandered the streets of Hogsmeade
He waited, expecting the boy to eventually return to Hogwarts from Hogsmeade
At that secluded path, hed spring his assault, control the boy, retrieve the book, eliminate the boy, and make his escape
But it hadnt gone as planned.
He had lost the boysomehow, in Honeyduke candy store.New novel chapters are published on
This failure had hit Tom hard.
In desperation, he had to apply for a job at the Pigs Head Bar
Hoping to gather more information about the boy there.
Unfortunately, he had waited for over nine months.
Fortunately, Tom had his own sources of information, which eventually led him to the boys name and identity.
However, that alone wasnt sufficient.
The boy was nothing but a lowly Muggle-born Mudblood
That damn old man probably has some task he wants me to do! Tom grumbled inwardly.
Once he had the book back, he planned to eliminate the old nuisance before making his escape!
Regrettably, he had no choice but to leave his cabin and comply.
Tom exercised extreme caution.
There couldnt be any accidents before he retrieved the book
He returned to the Pigs Head Bars main floor, treading on the dirt-covered ground.
Whats the matter, Mr. Percival? Tom inquired meekly.
Meow! A clear cats meow sounded at Mr. Percivals feet.
Tom was somewhat taken aback by the sight of a strange cat in the old mans company.
The old man actually kept a cat a surprising revelation to Tom.
In the blink of an eye
The irascible Percival drew his wand and pointed it at Tom.
Stupefy! The spells powerful red light surged toward Tom Riddles position.
Caught off guard, Tom instinctively dodged to evade the incoming Curse.
Tom had never imagined this cantankerous old man could be so formidable.
Caught without warning, he defensively countered the onslaught with nonverbal spells while also striving to evade.
Mr. Percival, I dont understand Tom began to protest.
His words were drowned out as another barrage of spells struck with force
Ah! In the bars main hall, frightened guests screamed and scattered in panic.
Mr. Percival held nothing back, launching spell after spell and creating chaos in the Pigs Head Bar.
The debris from tables and chairs soared through the air
That damn old man! Tom growled inwardly.
Stupefy! Suddenly, a slightly older female voice cut through the tumult.
Tom couldnt sidestep in time, nearly being hit by the stunning spell.
The place where the mysterious cat had stood now housed a stern-faced witch with square glasses.
Damn an Animagus. Tom reacted swiftly.
The stunning spell began to take effect, bit by bit
These two troublemakers! Tom seethed, his heart aching with frustration.
With no other option, he transformed into black mist and fled the Pigs Head Bar, his destination unknown.