Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

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"As you know, I was looking for a way to make a Horcrux. I still have a few key issues that I haven't figured out, including how to split my own soul, although I have already guessed about it." Riddle Said, "But I don't want to start working on the first Horcrux so soon, firstly, I haven't found the right equipment, and secondly, I don't want to do it under Dumbledore's eyes, that would be stupid, yes no?"

Alvin replied with silence, but he agreed with Riddle's idea.

Although Dumbledore was not the principal at the time, he was already recognized as the strongest wizard.

It might be possible to play tricks under his gaze and form your own force, after all, this is the tradition of Slytherin.

But if you want to conduct this kind of evil magic research, making Horcruxes is too risky, and if you show your feet, you will be doomed.

Having said that, Ivan knew that Riddle succeeded in the end!

Both the ring and the diary were made during his school days, when he was only 15 and 16 years old.

Of course, he backed off after that, as he had aroused Dumbledore's suspicions.

"I didn't have that many thoughts at the time, it might be ridiculous to say it, but I just wanted to stay in Hogwarts, after all it was the first place I could call home." Riddle paused before continuing Said, "When I entered the fifth grade, I got a piece of information that Professor Melles of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is about to retire. He is already very old and has served in this position for 50 years. If possible, I will Hope to succeed him."

"You're off topic again!" Ivan reminded, "I'm not interested in what your dream is at all."

Whether or not what Riddle said was true, that was what he was thinking when he was 15 years old, and it didn't make any sense to know that.

Their real trouble now is Voldemort, with his soul torn apart and allied with the evil god, not Tom Riddle, a 15-year-old full of ideals and ready to do something big, and his ideas are undoubtedly ridiculous.

History has proven it all, he didn't succeed in getting the job, Dumbledore turned him down.

"Do you know why I hate communicating with a brat like you?" Riddle said contemptuously, "Lack of patience..."

"You're not much older than me." Ivan retorted.

"My actual age is more than enough to be your grandparents. Don't think of me as a kid like you."

"Obviously, if you count the more than half a century that you have been locked in a drawer, you are indeed much older than me, and it is really a rich and colorful life experience." Fendor pointed at the other party with his sword, "I have to remind you again, and it is also the last time. The little ghost in your mouth can decide whether you need to exist. I really don't have much patience. Please don't challenge unless you want to try Gran Is Fendor's sword as sharp as in the legend?"

"What exactly do you want to know?" Riddle's face darkened again.

"Continue to talk about your body, which is the specific process of making this Horcrux." Aiwen said, pointing to the ring in the cabinet with his sword, "Since you didn't master the specific method of splitting souls and making Horcruxes at that time, So how were you made?"

"I said just now that the soul can be split through evil deeds, maybe I am too evil." Riddle suddenly let out a strange laugh, as if he was amused by his own answer, "Yes, that must be the case, Killing my own father with my own hands, and ending that dirty Muggle with my own blood, is there anything more evil than this? Maybe because of this, I was torn from my body."

Ivan frowned, is this the specific process?The act of killing one's own father splits the soul automatically?

This behavior is indeed evil, and it does sound like this thing, but it is also kind of strange.

If it were that simple, there would probably be Horcruxes everywhere!

The most obvious example is Barty Crouch Jr., who worships Voldemort almost to the point of madness.

Therefore, he also killed his father himself, which made him feel that he and Voldemort had something in common, but his soul was not divided.

Could it be that he's not as evil as Tom Riddle at 15, and doesn't hate his father as much as Riddle does?

It doesn't make sense at all, Barty Crouch Jr. is a pure pervert.

In terms of the degree of evil, although there is no way to compare it, he is definitely not weaker than the 15-year-old Riddle.

"You didn't tell the truth!" Ivan said, looking into Riddle's eyes, "Don't think I don't understand anything."

Very rarely, Tom Riddle avoids Ivan's gaze, which is not like him at all.

"You are much more difficult than I imagined!" His voice quickly returned to calm, "I originally planned to use these things as bargaining chips with Dumbledore, but now it seems that I have to talk about it. That gem, that is, the resurrection stone in your mouth, has a special power, a very special power..."

"The Resurrection Stone will not split the soul of a person!"

"It won't, but it can make you see death."

"grim Reaper?!"

"Yeah, that's what he calls himself. This resurrection stone and the ring are combined to form a strange magic, which is not magic that I can understand." Riddle said, "That night, it brought me to the kingdom of the dead. I met many people there, including my father, my mother, my grandfather, and the god of death. When I came back, a part of my soul was left there forever and could never return to the body, that is, Now you see me."

Ivan looked at him and raised his eyebrows, which sounded like the most absurd novel.

He had never heard that the resurrection stone would have this kind of power, at least it didn't appear in the original book.

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

"Even if what you said is true, don't tell me, you haven't studied it..."

"Research?" Riddle asked with a sneer on his face, "What are you studying? Death, or my mother? It's ridiculous. I'm not interested in this at all. What I want to do is to escape death, not approach it. You I don't understand what I saw at the time, the world of the god of death, and I will never be able to imagine it..."

Chapter 1084 I am Voldemort

Beside the two, Dumbledore calmed down completely, not as sad as before.

His eyes were closed tightly, but he seemed to have recovered, and it seemed that he might wake up at any time.

Perhaps he has recovered and is listening to a conversation between two people.

Ivan looked at Dumbledore, then at Tom Riddle, and after a moment of silence, he sighed softly.

"I really don't understand the world of Grim Reaper, but I know, you still haven't told the truth." Ivan said, raising the Gryffindor sword again, "It's a pity, I gave you a chance, but you challenged me again and again Maybe you want to use this as a capital to get Dumbledore to spare you, but you made a mistake, Riddle, you have no bargaining right from the beginning to the end, all you need to do is say Tell us everything you know, and then we will decide whether to spare you according to our mood."

"Wait, I'm telling the truth!" Riddle shouted hurriedly, stopping Ivan in front of him.

But he is just a phantom now, and Ivan walked straight through him and came to the front of the cabinet.

"Okay, okay, I admit that I missed part of what I said just now!" Riddle said, "It's only me. I didn't arrange the soul to arrive in that world. It's only me. After being separated from the main body, I can never go back!"

Ivan was unmoved, and raised Gryffindor's sword high.

"Stop, stop!" His voice became sharper, "I admit, I cried at the time, it's embarrassing..."

"There's nothing to be ashamed of, Tom!" Dumbledore said calmly, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at Tom Riddle in front of him, "It's not a sin to cry, it's just a normal expression of emotion, admit your own Weakness is not an easy thing, sometimes, it is also a kind of courage."

"Professor!" Ivan shouted.

Tom Riddle didn't speak, he just turned his head aside, as if he didn't want to look at Dumbledore.

"You did a good job, Alvin!" Dumbledore said, "protected me when I was lost, now put down the sword, Tom is right, I think I really need to talk to him, about About the ring and the resurrection stone. Hello, Tom, I must confess that I did not expect to see you here, in this form, before tonight!"

Ivan put down his sword and stepped aside. Now that Dumbledore has woken up, the matter is coming to an end!

Dumbledore's tone was very casual, as if he was greeting an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

It's hard to imagine that not long ago, he had a life-and-death duel with Voldemort.

"Hello, Professor!" said Riddle in a dry tone, turning his head back, staring at Dumbledore coldly, as if weighing him, "to be honest, I would have thought One day, if anyone can find this place, it must be you. However, I didn't expect it to be so long, and you look much older than before!"

"No amount of power, however powerful, can conquer time," said Dumbledore. "We are all mortals."

"But I have conquered death, and I have done it!" Riddle said bluntly. "I am immortal!"

"No one is immortal. Death is not the scariest thing. Tom, that's just the beginning of another great journey. I thought you would change this after seeing the world of Death, but it doesn't seem to be the case." Deng Bullido said in a disappointed tone, "You value these meaningless things too much, and you lose yourself in the end!"

"You haven't changed at all!" Riddle said disgustedly, "put away your rhetoric, my dear professor, you know, those things don't work for me, and I don't think you will be deceived by me either. It's the second time!"

"It's not deception, but a question of whether to choose to forgive and believe. Perhaps, I will believe you again tonight." Dumbledore said, his blue eyes staring at Riddle, "I can feel that you and Voldemort Different, you are not that evil, but like the boy I saw made a mistake in the orphanage!"

"I am Voldemort!" cried Riddle, suddenly fierce and frightening.

Ivan looked at him vigilantly, his eyes widened, and he stared at Dumbledore fiercely, but Dumbledore did not answer.

Instead, a kind smile appeared on his face.

"No, you are not him!" Dumbledore said firmly, "You are fundamentally different from him."

"Enough, you're as annoying as ever!" said Riddle unnaturally, visibly more alert. "Stop being hypocritical, Professor, we both know what the other is like. Let's be honest." , I can tell you everything I know, everything you want to know, I only have one request, don't destroy me!"

"Tom, in my eyes, you will always be my student!" Dumbledore said patiently, "I said that I might be willing to trust you again. And, I must say sorry, I was the one who led you into Hogwarts, but it did not fulfill its due teaching obligation, if I had..."

"Hypocritical!" Riddle said, taking a step back, "Everything is done according to my own ideas. If I insist on saying it, I can only tell you that without you watching, I'll be happier. Do you think I'll accept your advice gratefully and become a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in obscurity? Or enter the Ministry of Magic and compete for the ridiculous ministerial position, as Professor Slughorn wants? No, I am Voldemort, I am the descendant of Salazar Slytherin, and in my veins, the blood of Salazar Slytherin himself flows, I was born to be remembered by the world, I will They were terrified when they heard my name, they crawled on the ground and trembled, I will restore the glory of the Slytherin family, I will change the ending of the wizarding world, I will lead the change..."

"It's a great dream, but your approach is wrong!" Dumbledore said calmly.

"I succeeded!" Riddle's voice was out of shape.

"Do you really think so?" Dumbledore asked back, "I heard your conversation with Ivan just now, you seem to have anticipated the current situation, the more times the soul is split, the stronger it is, but It's more chaotic, losing all sanity and becoming a monstrous monster. Horace certainly didn't tell you that, or you misunderstood him."

Riddle stopped talking, obviously unable to refute, just staring at Dumbledore coldly.

"I am Voldemort!" After a long time, he said slowly, "When I figured out my origin, I took this name for myself and abandoned my dirty Muggle father's name, knowing that someday, when When I became the greatest wizard in the world, wizards all over the world dared not say the name lightly, they would just chant it silently in their hearts with awe and fear. Professor, do you really think you will win? You Do you really think you have the power to destroy me?"

Chapter 1085 Love

Like Voldemort, Tom Riddle in front of him firmly believes that he will not fail, that he is invincible.

Ai Wen doesn't know how to evaluate this kind of self-confidence, it can only be said to be a manifestation of arrogance.

Voldemort failed in the end, he had nothing, and he couldn't beat Dumbledore at all.

Countless history has proved this point, but he himself was unwilling to admit it from beginning to end.

"Professor, you don't understand this at all!" Riddle continued, "You just want to maintain the existing order..."

"Possess great power, realize cruel dreams, Muggles are forced to submit, wizards proudly become young leaders, invincible conquerors of death!" Dumbledore said softly, "Tom, I must admit that I have been with You have had the same idea, though in a different way, which is obviously ludicrous."

His eyes passed through Riddle calmly, looking at the resurrection stone in the cabinet, his expression was lonely and sad, and he obviously missed his sister and parents.

"I have paid a considerable price for this, and I regret not being able to tell you this..."

"It's not absurd at all, I made it and you didn't!" Riddle repeated.

"Shut up, Riddle!" Ivan said impatiently, "You didn't succeed, you never did, all you did was make this world more chaotic, just like yourself, becoming a terrible Monster. Now, all you need to do is tell what you know, and let us deal with it."

Tom Riddle gave him a look full of hatred, but probably because of the Gryffindor sword in Ivan's hand, he didn't say anything.

"Ivan is right, now is indeed not a good time to recall and argue." Dumbledore took a breath and looked directly into Riddle's eyes again, "Tom, please tell me how you were split in the first place Yes? I am also very curious about this point, the Horcruxes you and I know seem to be different."

"Is it different?" Riddle sneered, "But I'm still a Horcrux. Since you want to know, I'll tell you. As I said just now, my appearance was an accident, an accident that came early. Since I entered Hogwarts, I began to look for my own life experience. Although I was surrounded by wizards with magical powers unlike in the orphanage, I knew that I was different from them, and I firmly believed that I was different. "

"For five years, I have looked through all the ancient books I could find, but I didn't find my father's name. I thought he would be a wizard, not my mother, because she died casually. , It's ridiculous." He said with some disdain, "But what's even more ridiculous is that she was actually a wizard, and I finally found her family's name in a historical book, the Gaunt family, the Slytherin family. The only descendant, a noble family of pure-blood wizards."

"So you come here, the summer of your 15th year, and you meet Morfin Gunter."

"Oh, professor, have you met my dear uncle?" Riddle narrowed his eyes, his emotions gradually calmed down, and said in a slippery tone, "I thought he was locked up after I met mine." Into Azkaban!"

"Yes, but I met him before he died and found some vital information from him," said Dumbledore. "What happened after that night? Right after you took Mo After Fern's wand and ring."

"Don't you already know? I went to see the man, in the mansion on the other side of the valley. I wanted to see the man who abandoned me and my mother. The man who made me search for 15 years, I want to go over and see how he looks..." Riddle said, a cruel and cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Of course, I went with hatred, if there is a chance, I will let him go for him without hesitation pay for what they did.”

"You killed him?"

"That's what I planned, but strictly speaking, I didn't enjoy this fun." Riddle replied, his eyes passed over the faces of Ivan and Dumbledore in turn, and finally fell on the photos in the cabinet , staring at it, "Before that, I had already split out. In that man's room, I found this photo, which was left to him by my mother. He didn't notice it, but I saw this picture from his memory, I got him under control, and with a little spell, I knew all the things between him and my mother out of his head, many things he had forgotten."

Dumbledore listened very seriously, which was slightly different from the reasoning he told Ivan before.

These differences may lead to changes in the nature of the whole thing.

Ivan had this feeling, he felt that he could do something with this special Horcrux.

At least they can know all the secrets about Voldemort before he was 15 years old from him, but if they want to kill Voldemort, they must eventually destroy it.

He didn't know what Dumbledore was thinking, but there should be no doubt about it.

There is also a small detail. Tom Riddle was only 15 years old at the time, but he was already able to use magic outside of school without worrying about being tracked by the Ministry of Magic.

It seems that the monitoring of the Ministry of Magic is really useless.

"After you knew these things again, you cried out because of sadness?" Dumbledore asked softly.

Riddle didn't answer, but Dumbledore was still watching him, and there was an invisible oppression in the air.

"As I said just now, this is not a shameful thing. Everyone is weak at times and grieves for loved ones who have passed away. If you ask me, I can tell you that this is love."

"I knew you would say that, Professor!" Riddle's tone was full of sarcasm, "Love again? I have never had such ridiculous feelings, never, and I am not that cowardly."

"I always thought you didn't understand before, but I have to take back my words now. You have, at least when you were 15 years old, and you haven't fallen." Dumbledore said, "It's just hidden deeply, as deep as..."

"That's enough, Dumbledore, if you continue on this kind of boring topic, preach your ideas, and want me to admit that I have had some ridiculous love, then destroy me, I don't care!" He raised his voice again.

"But you cried, when you knew the past of your father and mother." Ivan reminded, "Why?"

"I think it's because I know the truth, how stupid my mother was, how a noble pure-blood wizard gave his life for a filthy Muggle and died unrepentant, I've never seen Such a stupid woman." He snapped, "I was saddened by what she did."

Chapter 1086 Reward from God of Death

"Are you sad for your mother?" Ivan asked, looking at each other in surprise. Is this still the Voldemort he knows?

"No, it's just her stupidity, and that's why I'm sad."

Even so, the fact that Riddle cried knowing what happened to his parents says a lot in itself.

He felt sad for what Merope had gone through, maybe that was the human part of him, the only soft spot in his heart.