Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“Volt, Volt..." Ron trembled all over, retreating for a moment, yelling pale, "You're Tom Riddle! ”

Ron was so familiar with Tom Riddle in front of him that he spent more than half of his nightmarish sophomore year dealing with him.

And he finally took control of releasing the Snake Monster and doing so many horrible things.

In a way, Tom Riddle is even worse than Voldemort.

“You know me? Looks like you've been in touch with the rest of me. Riddle said, measuring Ron," Not surprisingly, I felt the power from the body, and just a short time ago, you came into contact with him, and the magical power that he left inside you woke me up. ”

“Wake, wake..." Ron said shakingly.

“Yes, right here, just four years ago, I was inside you, but I couldn't reach you. In those long years, I didn't get any complement, I was weak, and the magic of the magic stone that Gryffindor left behind was far beyond my imagination, I couldn't control it, absorb its power, I became weaker and weaker, lost all my power, I thought one day I would disappear so much, I had to admit that my original idea was a little risky, relying only on one magic to control the magic stone, and I failed... until I met you! I didn't have a chance until my body gave me magic again. ”

“I don't know what you're talking about! ”

“You're too weak to even feel a magic coming into your body.” Riddle said slowly, smiling at the corner of his mouth, "It's pathetic, but I can help you, help you gain strength, help you understand all this. Now, tell me your name. ”

“Ron Weasley.” Ron didn't want to answer, but under Riddle's watchful eye, he answered the other person's questions uncontrollably.

“The Weasleys, so you're still a pureblood. That's great. I hate mud!” Riddle said slowly, with a glut in his eyes, "pure blood is supposed to be more noble than muggles and mud, we're born superior, Ron! Do you agree with me? Lucky for you, as a pureblood, you were chosen by the great Voldemort! What do you want? What do you want? I will give you more power, more power, more wealth than you can imagine, and I will satisfy you as long as you want. ”

“No, no, fuck off, I don't want anything, you don't want to seduce me!” Ron shouted, waving the wand a red light flashed past him.

Riddle waved gently and easily dissolved his magic.

“Poor spell, is that your power? You'll agree, Ron, I can see inside you, you're unwilling to be mediocre, and I'm the only one who can help you. ”

“Fuck off, Riddle, you can't seduce me anymore! I know what you are, you're a ghost! ”

“This surprises me a little, you know the Horcrux!” Riddle said.

“I know everything. You can't fool me this time. I won't fool you again!” Ron sent out another piece of magic.

The spell struck Riddle, but did not do him any harm.

“There is no power in your magic, you have no idea what real power is, just like you have no idea what a Horcrux is.” Riddle walks over to Ron in no hurry, "The Horcrux, it helps people get eternal life, how fascinating, do you want eternal life, Ron? ”

“No, stay away!” Ron retreated.

“Don't lie to me, Ron, your heart betrays you, you want power, you want eternity, you want to stand out and achieve immortality. I can help you, and I'm the only one who can help you, and without my help, you'll never get these things in your life.” Riddle's voice is full of enchantment, "don't deceive yourself because of that ridiculous bias. There is no hatred between me and you, and I'm here to help you. Face your desires, Ron. Speak up. You want these. Come on, Ron, merge with me, and you will become the soul of the great Voldemort, the only soul, and you will be immortal as a result. ”

“Ah, what are you?” Ron thinks he's falling apart and he's going crazy.

“I am the soul of Voldemort, a soul that has fallen from the soul of the Lord. Only by finding a container can it be called a true soul vessel. Now I have found it, and that container is you! This is your chance, Ron, to bow to me, and we will be one, and you will be one with Voldemort. ”

“No!” Ron gasped, pressuring him from all sides.

All the sights in front of us began to distort, the temple of the Horseman, the pile of bodies, and the figure of Tom Lear.

They twisted, screamed, merged with Ron's shouts, and the whole world went crazy.

“No, no, fuck off, fuck off!” Ron suddenly shouted in his face, his wand swinging in chaos and casting a spell.

“You will accept me, Ron, only I can help you, and you will help me gain that power beyond the world's imagination..."

“No!”

When Ron woke up, he was covered in sweat from top to bottom.

He stared at the front, remembering he had a very, very terrible nightmare.

He can't remember exactly what it is!

That dreadful dream, the monster in the dream...

No one saw a black demon mark flash past Ronald's sweaty neck.

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Three days have passed since the end of the transfer operation.

Throughout these days, members of the Order of the Phoenix have been living in and out of their homes, conveying news.

They took Phoenix Moody out and looked for a professional therapist to treat him.

Ron woke up late the next night, and he seemed frightened by the incident, shouting and screaming, waiting until he had calmed down and told everyone that he had a long, terrible nightmare, but could not remember what it was about, that he was repeating that dream and even afraid to sleep.

Ivan isn't sure if it's because of magic, and that's what happens to people when they're terrified.

He can be sure that there is absolutely no such black magic as a soul-snatching spell that affects Ron.

Poor Ron, the therapist advised him to rest and not to be scared again in the short term.

Evan, Harry, Hermione, they tried to stay with him, and a few days later, he finally recovered, only occasionally to be alone in a depressing dementia.

His emotions got worse, as did Harry, who had been blaming himself for Moody, Ron and George.

Even as Bill and Furong's wedding approaches, an unknown emotion lingers above them.

After that night, the Voldemort and the Death Eaters all disappeared, and no one knew what they were planning.

tranquility, restlessness, like tranquility before the storm, but the low pressure of the atmosphere does not speak.