Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Like a snake, Tom Riddle is good at camouflaging.

Before he showed his true face, he was a handsome, talented and respectful student with great manners.

Perhaps no student has ever been as perfect as him, bringing together all the benefits you can imagine and envy.

Excellent in every way makes you envious but unable to be jealous, true proud son of the heavens.

Who wouldn't like such a guy?

After winning a good feeling, he is reasonably given the utmost confidence, facilities and care accordingly.

This is common sense and what Riddle wants to accomplish, which is to deceive people.

But sometimes being too perfect is the biggest problem in itself, and a normal person can't be so perfect.

Especially since he is younger than a teenager and premature in itself, he should have the wrong age for various shortcomings.

As Sirius said, we're all fools at 15.

It is normal and forgivable to make mistakes easily because of impulse, because of some mysterious reasons.

But there's nothing wrong with it. It's horrible. It's not normal.

Whatever the thoughts of those who were blinded by Riddle, they would feel chilly knowing who he really was.

He was arrogant and arrogant, and his hideous appearance covered up his true and sinister side.

The darkness and depression of the heart continue to accumulate until the birth of the most terrible demons.

This was Voldemort's growth trajectory. What would be the difference between a 15-year-old soul apparatus in front of him?

One thing is certain: it was almost impossible for him to try to blind Dumbledore, who had been watching him before Riddle became Voldemort, not to mention after all that had happened.

Now that he has allowed Riddle to resume his entity, it is clear that he has no problems, at least not at this time.

Walking into the gate, the space in front of you becomes clearer.

In the slightest light, a magnificent and immense statue appeared in front of the crowd, the statue of Salazar Slytherin.

Ivan had seen the statue in the Aragok lair before, and Saracha herself had left it behind, but the statue was scarred and covered with traces of destruction by an octavean giant spider. The statue was well preserved and could be seen as it was.

This is the middle age Slytherin, calm, more mature, seems to have it all under control.

Middle-aged Slytherins are more restrained and mature at this time than young flashes and old moors.

With a faint smile on his face, his wand moved forward, creating an unparalleled atmosphere in mystery.

Unstoppable, it's just a statue that gives Ivan that feeling.

Although sharp and restrained, Evan had no doubt how powerful magic the little wand would cast.

The most striking statue is the Slytherin Chest Drop Box, which is sculpted from a giant emerald stone.

The crest of the Slytherins above emits a glow of shadows in darkness, also with a strong magical aura.

“My great ancestors!” Riddle said softly, looking up at the statue with admiration, "I only saw or heard others speak of his greatness in the scriptures before, until here, I really knew what his greatness was and what it meant. ”

A descendant of Slytherin, whether Voldemort or Riddle, should be one of the proudest things in his life.

Pure blood theory, born noble and above others, others should submit to it.

Ivan must admit, this idea makes sense if applied to pets like cats or dogs.

Pure blood can prove the value of a pet, but using it on a person is pure bullshit.

“Slytherin himself would not want his descendants to be a black wizard. Ivan said, looking at Riddle," If this place really had the message he left, you could see his aversion to dark magic, especially ghosts. ”

A tense silence, Riddle lowered his head and looked down at Ivan.

“I think you're right, Evan!” He said in the right tone, seemingly accepting Ivan's assertion in vain, "I was just too obsessed with exploring the true meaning of death to choose the wrong method, and if I could find this place sooner, I would never have studied any psychic artifact. But it's all in the past. For that twisted soul, you can destroy him. ”

“You let us destroy Voldemort?” Hermione looked at him surprised.

“As you said, he's evil, isn't he?” Riddle smiled and replied, "And doing so many terrible things, he should pay for it, and I think destruction is the best fit for him. Believe me, with what I know about him, he has no chance of salvation, and the division of his soul has long made him a monster. ”

“But…”

“Oh, Miss Granger, you're kind, don't worry about my feelings.” Riddle said.

He smiled, but it was a heartless and horrible thing to say.

One part of your soul lets you destroy the other part, and no matter what you think, it's weird.

“We would do that if we had the chance.” Ivan said, "Maybe I'll need your help. ”

“May I help you?” Riddle calmly said, with a strange light in his eyes, "Well, to tell you the truth, you should find this statue isn't that simple, right? ”

“It has a powerful magic power...”

“Exactly so, to be precise, it is the seal itself that my great ancestors left here.” The statue is filled with intricate magic lines and frames that bring all the magic around it together, "Riddle said. Each of these magic powers is tiny, but when they come together, they form a powerful force, and we have a chance to destroy the monster inside. It's simple, isn't it? It's not that complicated of a spell, it's simply a crush on power. ”

So that's what Ivan saw before in the octave of the giant spider.

Now think about it, those plankton floating in the air should be a form of magic presence.

Because the seal was destroyed by the octacular giant spider, the magical power inside escaped into the air and wandered there.

When Evan touched the seal, the magic regrouped to destroy the Eye Monster.

As Riddle put it, it's not magic, it's crushing on the most essential forces, destroying everything...