Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Like the godfather, Riddle had enough control over the school to hide him from his reign of terror.

If he was admitted to the Ministry of Magic after graduation, he would definitely become a minister and even a dictator.

Ivan thinks that Voldemort is a lot scarier than he is now.

Fortunately, Voldemort is not interested in becoming a godfather or dictator, and almost all Slytherin students value power not as his primary pursuit of goals, but as a means to accomplish more purely evil ends.

He never cared about the post of Minister of Magic, but let his clever Death Eaters get it.

As can be seen from Riddle, 15, in the diary, Voldemort's original dream was to make his name and existence known to all and to be scared.

Simply put, it was a man who aspired to become the Demon King, and he finally succeeded in becoming the most terrifying Dark King ever.

This may have something to do with his humble origins and thoughts, and Dumbledore has shown them his memories before, and young Riddle thinks he's different. But that was a long time ago, before he had come into contact with so much evil black magic.

As for now, Ivan speculates that he may have more hope of escaping death, achieving immortality and becoming an eternal being beyond this world.

At this point, making "Horcruxes” was once his main tool, but far less evil gods could bring him more.

If not, the young Tom Riddle in the room rejected Slughorn's beauty.

“I don't know if politics suits me, Professor!” He said, "First of all, I have no background...”

Because of his words, the two boys next to him laughed at each other, maybe they already knew Riddle's famous ancestors by now.

As just said, Riddle's most pressing idea for this period was to stand out and become a black wizard who was scared of everyone mentioning his name, a name that could help him score points. At the very least, it can help him get recognition from the ancient family of pureblood wizards.

“What the hell, Tom!” Slughorn said frankly, picking up another pineapple candy, "Your talent must come from a decent wizard's family, which is perfectly clear. You don't have to investigate or test it at all, I can prove it to you. You have a brilliant future, Tom, and I've never missed a student. ”

At that time, the gold clock on Slughorn's desk rang 11 o'clock.

“My God, is it time? Time to go, boys, or we're in trouble. Lestrange, submit your paper tomorrow, or you're grounded. You too, Everly. ”

The boys came out and Slughorn climbed out of the chair and took the empty cup to the table.

The movement behind him turned him around and Riddle was still standing there.

“Come on, Tom, you don't want to be caught turning off the lights. You're the superior...”

“Professor, I want to ask you something. ”

“Then ask, son, ask...”

“Professor, I'd like to ask you if you know… the Horcrux. ”

A moment of silence, Slughorn stared at him with some surprise, his fat finger caressing his foot.

“Defense Against the Dark Arts, is it?” He asked intentionally, but apparently he knew it was not a school lesson.

No matter what grade Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts mentions the Horcrux, which is absolutely forbidden.

“No, professor, the magic I read in the book, I don't understand.” Riddle said.

“Well, yeah, of course you wouldn't understand, it's hard to find a book in Hogwarts detailing the Horcrux, Tom, that's very evil stuff, very evil. Slughorn said," Beyond evil in the general sense, wizards do not know. In fact, don't say yes, I'm sure most wizards haven't even heard the word. ”

“But you obviously understand, Professor? I mean, an amazing wizard like you, I'm sorry, I mean, if you can't tell me, obviously... all I know is that if someone could tell me, it would be you, so I took the courage to ask. ”

Perfect, that hesitant, unintentional tone, clever compliments, no overfire at all.

As you can see, Riddle wanted this information very, very badly, perhaps for weeks now.

Black Demon King, no, Riddle is now a wonderful student curious about the magic of the Horcrux.

Talents abound, there is a foreseeable bright future, clever compliments, just the right time, Slughorn will not refuse such a student's problem, even if it is related to the evil spirit, but what does that have to do with it?

He probably wouldn't think that the boy in front of him was going to build a Horcrux, but in fact, Riddle had already begun to study it, probably because of the unexpected Horcrux in the ring, and he had to choose to ask Slughorn.

“Well, the Horcrux...” Slughorn said, not looking at Riddle, but playing with the ribbon on the pineapple candy box, "of course, just to give you a brief introduction won't do any harm, just to make you understand the term. You know, a Horcrux is an object that contains part of a person's soul, which is why it's called a Horcrux. ”

“But I don't really understand what's going on, Professor.” Riddle said.

His voice was carefully controlled, but perhaps because from God's perspective, Ivan could feel his excitement.

“That is, you split your soul apart. Slughorn paused, seemingly digesting the word, and went on to say," Hide a part of it in an object outside your body so that even if your body is attacked or destroyed, you will not die, because there is still a part of your soul left in the world undamaged. But, of course, it's a terrible thing to exist in this form, and very few people want that, Tom, less and less, and it hurts to die directly. ”

Slughorn said so, but Riddle's thirst is now evident.

He looked greedy and couldn't hide his desire, his desire for death.

“How do you divide your soul? ”

“Oh, this, that...” Slughorn said, visibly disturbed by the continuation of the topic, "you must understand that the soul should remain intact. Splitting it is a disobedience, an unnatural thing. ”

“But how is it divided?” Riddle asked again.

“Well, by evil, you can separate the soul, the most evil act, by murder, murder can divide the soul, Tom, and the sorcerer who wants to make the soul weapon exploits this destruction: seal the fragments of the split soul...”