Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Tom Riddle's milky white body floats and Ivan's mind grows more confused.

He actually said that when he was made, he didn't know how to make it or how to divide his soul. So how did he get out?

But one thing is for sure, this apparatus is weird.

“Professor Laghorn loves me, he gives me a lot of privileges and help, he... well, let's talk about the Horcrux thing.” Riddle said, carefully dodging the sword aimed at his Griffindor and slowly moving into front of the ring inside the cabinet, "My appearance was an accident, technically I was not a soul tool, or I was a special soul tool, because my appearance was not part of the original plan and was not made in the normal way. ”

“What do you mean? ”

“As you know, I was looking for a way to make a soul, and I have a few key questions that I have not yet figured out, including how to divide my soul, although I have already guessed about it.” Riddle said, "But I don't want to start making the first Horcrux so soon, first of all, I didn't find the right equipment, and secondly, I don't want to do it under Dumbledore's eyes, which is stupid, right? ”

Ivan responded with silence, but he agreed with Riddles.

Dumbledore, though not a headmaster at the time, was already recognized as the strongest wizard.

Play a little trick with his eyes and build your own power, maybe, after all, it's Slytherin's tradition.

But if you want to do this kind of evil magic research, and make a soul apparatus, it's too risky. If you show your horses and feet, it won't happen again.

That said, Ivan knew Riddle had succeeded in the end!

The ring and diary were all made as his students, when he was only fifteen and sixteen.

Of course, he stopped after that, because he had aroused suspicion in Dumbledore.

“I didn't have that many ideas at the time, which may sound ridiculous, but I just wanted to stay in Hogwarts, after all, where I was the first place I could call home. Riddle paused for a moment before continuing," In the year of his promotion to fifth grade, I received information that Professor Merloth of the Dark Demon Defense Class was about to retire from his senior year and had been in this position for 50 years. I would like to be able to replace him, if I may. ”

“You're out of your mind again!” Ivan warned, "I'm not interested in what your dreams are. ”

Whether Riddle is telling the truth or not, that's what he thought when he was fifteen, and it doesn't make any sense to know that.

Their real trouble now is that the Spirit is torn apart, joining forces with the Evil Gods, not Tom Riddle, a 15-year-old teenager with ideal aspirations and ready to do something big, and his ideas are undoubtedly ridiculous.

History had proved everything, he had not succeeded in obtaining that position, and Dumbledore had rejected him.

“Know why I hate talking to kids like you?” Riddle scornfully said, "Lack of patience...”

“You're not much older than me.” Ivan rebutted.

“My actual age is more than enough to be your grandparents, don't treat me like a kid like you. ”

“Obviously, if you count yourself in a drawer for more than half a century, it's a lot older than me, and it's a lot of life experience.” Evan said, pointing the Gryffindor sword in your hand at each other, "I must remind you once again, and again, that the kid in your mouth is able to decide if you need to exist, and I really don't have much patience, so please don't challenge me unless you want to try whether the Gryffindor sword is as sharp as the legend suggests. ”

“What exactly do you want to know?” Riddle's complexion sank again.

“Keep talking about your body, the specific process through which this Horcrux was made.” Ivan said, fingering the ring in the cabinet with a sword, "Since you didn't know exactly how to split your soul and make a soul apparatus, how did you get made? ”

“As I said earlier, it may be too evil for me to divide my soul through evil deeds.” Riddle suddenly made a strange laugh, seemingly laughed at by his own answer, "That's right, killing his father with his own hands, putting an end to that dirty Muggle I had blood ties to, is there anything worse than that? Probably because of this, I split out of my body. ”

Ivan frowned. Is this the process? The act of killing one's own father that divides the soul automatically?

It's evil, and it sounds a lot like it, but it's a little strange.

If it were so simple, the Horcrux would be everywhere!

The most obvious example is Barty Crouch, Jr., who worships Voldemort almost insanely.

Thus, he also killed his father himself, which made him feel like he had something in common with Voldemort, but his soul was not divided.

Isn't he as evil as Tom Riddle when he was 15 and less hateful towards his father than Riddle?

This is hardly possible. Little Buddy Crouch is a pure pervert.

In terms of evil alone, although there is no way to compare it, he is definitely no less than Riddle, 15.

“You're not telling the truth!” Ivan said, looking into Riddles' eyes, "don't think I don't know anything. ”

Rarely, Tom Riddle shunned Ivan's gaze, not like his.

“You're a lot harder than I thought!” His voice quickly restored calm, "these things I had intended to use as a bargaining chip with Dumbledore, but now it seems I have to say, is the gem on the ring, the resurrection stone in your mouth, it has a special power, a very special power...”

“The Stone of Resurrection does not divide a soul! ”

“It won't, but it'll let you see Death God. ”

“Death God?! ”

“Yeah, that's what he calls himself. The Resurrection Stone and the Ring combine to form a strange magic, not one I can understand.” That night, "Riddle said," it took me to the land of the dead, where I met a lot of people, my father, my mother, my grandfather, and Reaper, and when I came back, a part of my soul was left there forever and never returned to my body, which is what you see now. ”

Ivan looked at him and his eyebrows picked up, which sounded like the most ridiculous novel.

He had never heard of the thought that resurrection stones would have such power, at least not in the original book.

"It's amazing, isn't it? But this time I'm telling the truth, there's magic on the ring that I don't understand. ”

“Even if you're telling the truth, don't tell me you haven't studied...”

“Research?” Riddle grinned on his face, questioning, "Research what? Death or my mother? This is ridiculous. I'm not interested at all. What I'm trying to do is run away from death, not get close to it. You don't even know what I saw at the time, that reaper world, you can never imagine..."