"Alright." Harry didn't mind, after all, the Sphinx wouldn't stop him from entering.
He sat in front of Dumbledore, and after drinking two glasses of unsweetened lemonade, Dumbledore stood up and invited him to the Meditation Basin.
"Come on, Harry," Dumbledore said. "I've poured Moffin's memory into this Meditation Basin, and we can watch it together."
"Can the Meditation Basin be watched together too?" Harry was learning this for the first time.
"Of course." Dumbledore smiled at him.
Harry walked to the Stone Basin, bent down before Dumbledore did, until his face was submerged beneath the liquid of memory.
He felt the familiar fall into the void, like when he first saw his mother's memory, and then stepped onto a dirty stone floor, surrounded by almost complete darkness.
Shortly after, Dumbledore arrived beside him.
Magic is wondrous; memories in the Meditation Basin can indeed be watched by multiple people at once, creating a multiplayer-like effect.
It should be mentioned that the Gaunt family old house in Moffin's memory looked even uglier than what Harry had seen a few days ago.
A thick layer of cobwebs covered the ceiling, the floor was filthy, moldy and rotten food piled in a mess on the table among old containers as if it hadn't been cleaned in over a year.
The only source of light came from a single candle placed at the feet of a younger version of Moffin, whose hair and beard were long and unkempt, so much so that Harry couldn't see his eyes and mouth.
He curled up in an armchair near the fireplace, looking as though he was dead, lying there without moving.
Soon, a loud knocking sound rang out, and the man immediately awoke, raising a magic wand in his right hand while holding a short knife in his left hand.
The door creaked open, and a boy holding an old-fashioned lantern walked in.
The boy was tall, with pale skin, black hair, and handsome features; it was a youthful Tom Riddle.
Tom's eyes slowly swept across the small room before resting on Moffin.
The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds, then Moffin stood up straight, knocking over many empty bottles at his feet, which clattered and rolled across the floor.
"You!" he roared, "You!"
With drunken urgency, he charged at Tom, raising the magic wand and dagger high.
"Stop."
Tom hissed, and Harry knew it was Serpent Tongue.
Moffin suddenly stopped by the table, knocking moldy jars onto the floor.
He stared at Tom as if he had discovered something unbelievable.
It was obvious he was having an internal struggle, his mind overclocking.
"You said... you said that?" Moffin hesitantly looked at the familiar face: "That?"
"Yes, I said it," Tom said casually, shutting the door, and moved to Moffin's side.
Looking at the dirty relative of his maternal family, Tom wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"So... who are you?"
"I'm Moffin Gaunt," Moffin replied.
"Marvolo Gaunt's son?" Tom asked.
"I am, so then..."
Moffin brushed aside the hair on his dirty face to get a better look at Tom. The ring on his right hand caught Harry's attention - simultaneously, Harry noticed Dumbledore beside him was also staring at the ring.
"I thought you were that Muggle," Moffin whispered. "You look very much like that Muggle."
"Which Muggle?" Tom asked eagerly.
"The Muggle my sister was infatuated with, the Muggle living in the big house over there," Moffin said, unexpectedly slapping the floor between them. "You look just like him, that Tom Riddle, but he's old now, older than you, let me think..."
Moffin seemed a bit dizzy and shaky, still gripping the edge of the table to support himself.
"He came back." He added.
Tom gazed at Moffin, seemingly unraveling the information he wanted to know in his mind, then leaned in to ask, "Are you saying—that Riddle came back?"
"Ah, he left her, found his lawful fiancée, married that filthy fellow!" Moffin said, slapping the floor in anger again. "Before she ran away, she ransacked us, where is the box now? Uh, where is Slytherin's little box?"
Tom did not answer. Moffin once again fell into a rage, as if in a fit, he waved his short knife and shouted at Tom, "She shamed us, that little slut of hers! You bastard came here asking these questions for what? It's over... all over..."
Moffin seemed to have exhausted all his strength, weakly sinking back into the chair, and Tom took the opportunity to step forward.
At this moment, Harry felt plunged into darkness, and then he felt his arm grabbed by someone, only to have his head lifted swiftly, breaking free from the blank darkness of the memory.
"So, that's all the information?" Harry asked uncertainly, "What about Omnius's portrait? Is there any news?"
"No, Harry." Dumbledore said, "Because Moffin Gaunt doesn't remember what happened afterward, he only remembers waking up the next morning, lying on the floor, and the ring belonging to Marvolo Gaunt in his hand disappeared. Additionally, Omnius Gaunt's portrait vanished. No one knows where Voldemort took it."