Harry potter:Dark lord

"Master Sophik did intend to sell those books, but he died before he could," Toby shook his head.

"Master Sophik never liked reading since he was a child. In his eyes, books were the least valuable things. In fact, ever since he inherited the tower, he rarely visited the third and fourth floors..."

"So, when money was tight, the first thing he sold was the equipment in his lab."

Robert was stunned. In the magical world, were there really people who considered magic books worthless?

Toby, who had served Sophik for a long time, had adopted his master's views and believed books were nothing more than waste paper. That was why he initially told Robert that there was nothing of value left in the old house. He hadn't even bothered to mention the books!

No wonder Sophik was so weak compared to other dark wizards. In fact, calling him a dark wizard at all was a stretch.

What kind of dark wizard would let his laboratory become completely empty?

Fortunately, when this prodigal heir started selling off his possessions, he began with the equipment on the first floor. This oversight ended up preserving the books on the third and fourth floors!

"Take me to the third and fourth floors!" Robert said excitedly.

In his opinion, these books were the most valuable things left in this entire old house.

While Toby happily cleaned the wizard tower, Robert was busy combing through the Somnoren family's collection on the third floor.

It wasn't until he came across a manuscript titled The Origin of the Somnoren Family that he finally understood more about their history.

The Somnoren family, though not as ancient as other pure-blood families, had still been around for several centuries.

But what truly shocked Robert was a particular revelation in the manuscript: the ancestor of the Somnoren family was a female Yaksha!

To Robert's knowledge, female Yakshas were classified as magical creatures—similar to centaurs and mermaids—though they were later recognized as part of the human category by the Ministry of Magic.

Although female Yakshas were known for their ugly appearances, they shared many similarities with humans. In fact, the grotesque, old witches often described in Muggle fairy tales were inspired by them.

The manuscript identified the Somnoren ancestor as Leticia Somnoren.

According to legend, Leticia had once become jealous of a princess's beauty and secretly administered an overdose of Living Hell Potion—the very same potion Robert had given Tom that night.

The princess, having consumed too much of the potion, fell into a deep coma.

She remained unconscious until a cunning young wizard appeared. This wizard coated his lips with a stimulating potion and kissed the princess, successfully waking her up.

Soon after, the unsuspecting king—unaware of the wizard's true identity—granted him the princess's hand in marriage.

Robert scratched his head. This story sounded suspiciously similar to the Muggle fairy tale Sleeping Beauty. Could this be its origin?

Intrigued, he continued reading.

Leticia was furious when she learned that the princess had been rescued.

However, she was no match for the young wizard, so she had no choice but to suppress her anger.

Years later, after the princess and the wizard had their first child, Leticia stole the newborn away.

This stolen child would go on to become the true ancestor of the Somnoren family.

Leticia kept the child's origins a secret for many years, only revealing the truth on her deathbed.

By the time the child learned of his real parents and tried to find them, it was too late—they had already passed away. With nowhere else to go, he chose to return to Leticia's tower, marking the true beginning of the Somnoren family.

After finishing the manuscript, Robert couldn't help but marvel at the bizarre and dramatic history of this family.

Setting the document aside, he continued browsing through the collection.

The Somnoren family, despite not being as old as some pure-blood lineages, had clearly produced many talented individuals.

Judging by the vast collection of manuscripts and books, this family had left behind an impressive legacy—one that Sophik had foolishly squandered.

The more Robert read, the more excited he became.

Originally, he had just been hoping to find one or two magic books that Dumbledore wouldn't have allowed him to see. But tonight's discoveries far exceeded his expectations!

After finishing his search on the third floor, he eagerly made his way up to the fourth.

To his delight, the number of books here was just as impressive as the previous floor.

The third floor mainly contained experimental manuscripts, personal notes, and books written by past members of the Somnoren family.

But the fourth floor...

This was where the true treasure lay—rare magic books collected from across the world.

Yet Robert quickly realized something unusual about these books.

Not a single one of them would pass the Ministry of Magic's review process!

Indeed, this was a dark wizard's collection. Ordinary magic books without even a hint of forbidden knowledge were deemed unworthy of inclusion in their library.

Robert even found a book titled Secrets of Advanced Black Magic tucked away on one of the shelves.

In other words, every book here contained dangerous knowledge. He could read them all—but if he ever wanted to use what he learned, he would have to be extremely cautious.

If he wasn't careful, he'd end up locked away in Azkaban.

Robert read quickly, devouring page after page with great enthusiasm.

Only after going through several books did he finally put them down, albeit reluctantly.

Checking the time, he saw that it was already five in the morning. It was time to leave. He would return to explore the rest of the tower another night.

For safety reasons, he decided not to take any books with him.

With his excellent memory, there was no need. He could recall everything he read.

"Toby, we should go back."

By now, Toby had finished cleaning the entire tower.

He had remained silent, knowing not to disturb Robert while he was reading.

"Okay, Master Robert!" Toby replied cheerfully.

He was delighted that Robert was willing to inherit this "old house."

"Toby, listen carefully," Robert said seriously. "You must never tell anyone about what happened tonight. Not a word about this old house or the books inside. Do you understand? No one must know!"

These books must never come to Dumbledore's attention…

And Tom?

If Tom got his hands on these books, Voldemort would rise ten years ahead of schedule!

"Yes, Master Robert!" Toby responded firmly.

Meanwhile, at the Hog's Head Pub…

Tom Riddle rubbed his temples.

For some reason, his head felt unusually heavy that morning, as if he hadn't slept enough.

"Are you okay?" Robert asked.

"N-No… nothing…" Tom muttered, shaking his head to clear his thoughts.

"Drink this," Robert said, tossing him a bottle of stimulant potion.

Tom's drowsiness was no doubt the result of Toby giving him too much of the Living Hell Potion the night before.

Robert had clearly instructed Toby to use only a single drop…

But for a house-elf like Toby, the definition of "one drop" was clearly debatable.

Tom drank the stimulant and immediately felt better.

His admiration for Robert deepened—he was grateful for his help, completely unaware that Robert was the very reason he had been drugged in the first place.

Poor Tom. He was being played like a fiddle without even realizing it…

(End of Chapter)

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