Natural Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 150 Tom confesses to Bree

【Million words】

The spring snow has melted away, and the spring-filled turret has become lively. More than a month has passed since the last attack. March has arrived, and the [-]th day happens to be Bree's birthday.

"Oh, we have a lot of delicious food to prepare today!"

Nico happily followed Bree down the corridors of Hogwarts Castle, and was about to go to the kitchen downstairs to ask the house elves to prepare something for Bree's birthday.

"No need to make special preparations."

Brie rubbed Nico's little head. Since the last time, Brie tore off a page of notebook paper and made it into a pendant for Nico to wear.

"Nico still prefers the bracelet that the adults gave me."

Nico shook the small bracelet on his hand. This was the alchemy item used when Nico was conceived. It was very simple, without any exquisite carvings, but Nico never took it off for a moment.

"Oh, Dumbledore, sorry..."

At this time, there was a sound in the hall. The man's voice was very familiar, high-pitched and proud, dragging out a long aria. It was simply an upgraded version of Draco.

Brie's eyes flickered with doubt, and he said to Nico: "You go do your own thing first, and I'll go take a look."

Bree walked into the hall and saw Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, and the former Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. They were leading a large group of people, along with the professor and Dumbledore. During the confrontation, the surrounding students were stopped by Aurors from the Ministry of Magic.

Lucius was facing Dumbledore, holding a piece of parchment.

"These are the signatures of the school directors. We all agree that you are not qualified for the position of principal for the time being, so I'm sorry."

Dumbledore's face was calm. He had expected this day for a long time, but he didn't expect it would come so late. It took more than a month for someone to come.

Dumbledore's silence made the surrounding professors a little worried. Professor McGonagall said bluntly: "You can't take Dumbledore away, let alone resign his position..."

"No, no, no, I think you misunderstood." Lucius held a snake-headed scepter in his hand, and he shook his head slightly while holding his chest: "We just want to suspend work for inspection."

"Malfoy, that's not what we said before."

Just as Lucius was speaking, a fat short woman in pink clothes walked up. She was exuding a cloying smell of perfume and said in a disgusting tone: "I think the Ministry of Magic is completely Those with the ability to run Hogwarts should make it a department of the Ministry of Magic."

"Oh?" Professor McGonagall widened her eyes and looked at this woman in disbelief.

On the other side, Snape snorted coldly, frowned and said: "Are you a lady who failed in potions to teach?"

"This... you can't say that, Snape!"

She looked at Snape angrily, but Fudge immediately grabbed her and scolded: "It's too early to say that, Umbridge."

Fudge turned his head, smiled and said to Dumbledore: "Albus, because the director of Hogwarts is dissatisfied, we at the Ministry of Magic have no choice. Please leave with us until we...can get rid of that guy." Ask something, I have already said that Hagrid is the murderer, even if he is still lying on the bed pretending to be a victim, but I think the Ministry of Magic will not make a mistake."

"You want to take Hagrid away?"

Fudge looked at Dumbledore's blue eyes, a little scared, but he understood that Dumbledore couldn't really do anything to him, so he became a little bolder and affirmed: "Yes, we must investigate him. How long will it take to investigate him?" He did bad things ten years ago, and this time is the same as last time. Although no one died, he can't escape his involvement."

Dumbledore was silent. He knew what happened decades ago, and Hagrid couldn't escape it.

Seeing that Dumbledore was silent, Fudge continued: "Of course, we will wait for him to wake up, but at that time, we hope that Hogwarts will notify us immediately."

Fudge and Lucius looked at each other, and Lucius bowed to Dumbledore and said, "Please, Dumbledore."

Dumbledore nodded.

"I will leave, but after I take away the candy in the office, I will leave here on my own and accept your suspension for inspection."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he walked directly upstairs without giving face to Lucius and Fudge. When passing by Bree, he nodded slightly and said, "Sorry, I may not be a good principal."

Watching the people from the Ministry of Magic also leave, Bree walked to Professor McGonagall.

"I can't imagine, Bree, if Dumbledore doesn't want to leave, he won't be controlled by the so-called school directors. Hogwarts has magic, and it will choose the person it recognizes."

Bree knew that the so-called school directors were just an organization set up by pure-blood families to increase their capital to help Hogwarts, and to intervene in the education of Hogwarts to prevent it from becoming a place beyond their control, but In fact, Hogwarts will never become anyone's property. Everything here is dominated by little wizards and is a holy place for learning.

He nodded and said: "This may be Dumbledore's own choice. You have heard of luring the snake out of its hole. Maybe Dumbledore left just to hide in the dark and catch the murderer."

Bree's eyes flashed, because this was his own idea and what he was about to do. Since the murderer had attacked the people around him, then don't keep it. Dumbledore asked him not to interfere, but he was wanton Indulge, make Hogwarts dangerous, just for Harry Potter. Look, Potter, who was in the hall just now, has already run to the eighth floor. Don't think he didn't see Dumbledore's little move.

This training was achieved at the expense of many little wizards' safety, and no effort was spared.

After listening to Bree's words, Professor McGonagall thought for a moment and said, "Maybe, Dumbledore is always hard to see through, but he always arranges everything and gets everything back on track."

Having said that, McGonagall also relaxed, but she still had to go to Dumbledore, hoping that Dumbledore could explain something clearly. After all, the school cannot be without the principal, even if she handles most of the things.

Professor McGonagall, who walked to Dumbledore's office, discovered that she was not the first to come to Dumbledore.

Seeing Harry walking out of the principal's office with a diary and a dagger, McGonagall frowned and looked carefully at the things in his hands, which Harry quickly put in his pocket.

McGonagall said: "Go and prepare for class. Dumbledore's departure does not mean that you don't have to study."

"Yes, Professor McGonagall."

Harry nodded worriedly. After Dumbledore called him just now, he handed him the diary and the dagger, telling him to trust his feelings and that he would keep an eye on everything.

Harry understood that this might be another test for him, just like last year, but this time it was not arranged by Dumbledore, because Dumbledore said that he did not know who attacked the young wizards. , can only be solved by waiting for the murderer to come out.

Perhaps Hermione was petrified and could only believe in Dumbledore's methods, which made Harry, who became isolated and helpless, sigh silently.

"Is there no way out, Potter."

Harry, who had just walked to the Gryffindor common room, suddenly heard a voice. The words "No way out" made Harry freeze on the spot, and his heart was filled with sorrow. He looked up and saw Bree looking at him with a corner of her arms exposed. diary.

"Are you here specifically for me, Oude?"

Harry looked at Bree expectantly. At this moment, he was very helpless and confused, looking forward to someone who could save him.

"follow me."

Bree took Harry's hand, took him to a corner, pointed to the diary in his arms, and said, "I've seen it, maybe you've seen it too, in Diagon Alley before school started, Lucius Marr Foo was thrown in Ginny's cauldron, among the old books."

Bree took the diary out of Harry's arms and flipped through it slowly.

"Tom Riddle?"

The rest of the diary is empty, and the only information is the name on the title page.

Who is he?

If he had been to the school's trophy room, Bree would definitely know who Tom was, but unfortunately he had not been there, because that was the place where the little wizard was punished for his work.

"Do you want to study it, Oded?"

Harry handed the dagger given to him by Dumbledore to Bree as if it was a treasure. He blushed and said, "We can investigate together, I believe you."

Saying this, Harry suddenly remembered what Draco had said on Christmas, and he immediately relayed it to Bree, who was taken aback for a moment.

"Draco, did he say that?"

What is this? This child's temper needs to be cured.

Bree said helplessly: "I think he has already discovered that it is you, so he is joking with you. Goyle and Brak have been following him for too long, and their habits are not something you can learn in a short time."

Harry lowered his head with a puffy face, feeling a burst of humiliation, and said angrily: "Damn Malfoy, let me embarrass myself in front of Odd again."

Not to mention, Harry is a girl, blushing is quite funny, Bree took out the magic camera.

"Crack."

"Oh, what are you doing?"

Harry covered his face and said angrily: "Don't be so mean, I'm already miserable enough."

Bree put away the magic camera and pulled out the dagger. The cold light on it sent chills down the back of the angry Harry. He swallowed hard and listened to the sound of the wind in his ears.

"This is made of the reverse scales of a dragon. It's a very ancient dragon."

Bree's eyes brightened slightly, and then she threw the dagger to Harry, and of course, the diary.

"I've heard that there is a ritual in the ancient East that can use blood to evoke something."

Harry heard this and was a little scared.

"Is it okay to use water?"

With such a sharp blade, he might accidentally cut off his fingers. Harry flinched a little.

Bree, who just made a joke, looked at Harry with a headache.

"Have you not read the book? Always be wary of magic. Many magics in Europe also use blood as an inducement, especially curses and contracts, or summoning demons."

Bree pointed at the diary and said: "There is a very evil atmosphere in here. Maybe we can go inside and have a look."

Bree's dark pupils were covered with a layer of purple soft light. In his field of vision, the diary was stored in the entrance of a person's soul. He had already discovered that it was a Horcrux. He knew that it belonged to Voldemort without even thinking about it. .

And Tom Riddle, this should be Voldemort's original name.

"Go and have a look inside?"

"in?"

Harry's eyes widened, but he was quickly pulled away by Breeze. Since Dumbledore was no longer at Hogwarts, Bree came to help the savior, stepping into the plan he envisioned, and by the way, let Breeze Let's see what's going on here.

Pulling Harry to a hidden place, Bree took out a pen and wrote on it——

Tom Riddle, please tell me what's going on.

As new writing appeared on it, Bree didn't even look at it. She just took advantage of this moment of magic to immediately cover the diary with magic. She held the soul stone she had received from Box in her pocket and took Harry with her. Together they broke into the deeds recorded by the soul in the diary.

"Azar?"

The surroundings were dim, as if they were in a special place, and then, a dilapidated orphanage appeared in front of Bree's eyes.

Wu's Orphanage.

"Boom!"

It was obviously an icy winter, but the sky was suddenly covered by dark clouds, and the surrounding air became drier and drier. The scene in front of Bree's eyes became dim again. In an instant, a thunderous flash struck hard on the back of the orphanage.

Tom, who looked like Azar, stood next to Bree, his eyes full of hatred and malice, but he soon became sincere in front of Bree.

"My little Brie, you are welcome to witness my ugly side, but I think you should know all this. This is my greatest loyalty to you."

Tom's appearance gradually changed at this time, and he became a gloomy but confident young man like a proud nobleman. At this time, he was a little embarrassed, but soon excitedly said to Bree: "Let's go in quickly, that The woman is dying.”

Bree raised her eyes and looked at Tom's back, pursed her lips, and followed hesitantly.

"Tom Riddle right?"

Bree said softly, no wonder, how could Azar suddenly become so smart, which was recognized by Bree, but this also made it difficult for Bree, because Tom was the one who drove the basilisk, and he hurt He Min, he also deceived himself. The so-called dual personality was a means to fool him.

"I don't think it will make me forgive you, Tom."

Tom frowned disapprovingly at Bree's now distant attitude.

"I understand that if someone treated me like this, I would be angry and even kill him, but we are different, Xiaobri, please read on."

"Actually, I'm not ready to confess to you, but you found the diary and I had to do it to avoid a bigger misunderstanding between us, which is worse than anything else."

Tom was so sincere that Bree was a little uncomfortable with it.

"Your eyes are exactly the same as Betty's at this moment."

Who is Betty?

"The dean of the orphanage, she raised me."

Bree didn't need to think about it to know Tom's doubts, but what was even stranger was that when Tom heard this, he looked at Bree with even more pity, and said with empathy: "This is my responsibility, please forgive me, kid."

"?"

Bree didn't know why, but at this time they had already reached the door of the orphanage, and a fat and thin woman with a big belly was lying here. She was not beautiful, and even said that she became very ugly because of the pain and ferocious expression.

"Help, help me!"

A magic wand rolled out of her arms, but she didn't dare to touch it at all. She even stared at the wand in disgust, silently enduring the unbearable pain. Under her body, a pool of blood continued to bloom. , spreading on the steps of the orphanage.

"Boom!"

The thunder became more violent, and a drop of rain fell. No one knew who was faster, and the door opened with a bang.

"what happened?"

A beautiful woman wearing a neat nun's uniform came out. When she saw the woman on the stairs, she exclaimed: "Someone, oh, there is a pregnant woman here!"

Soon, several older children ran out of the orphanage.

"Sister Cole, what should we do?"

Cole looked hesitant, because the orphanage's economy was getting worse and worse, and the chaotic society and war had brought many impacts. Even this orphanage in London did not have much help.

Some well-known benevolent people have long since left. If it weren't for some savings before, maybe her orphanage should be closed.

"Help him in with me, Meili, go and boil some hot water, and get the sterilized scissors ready."

"Yes, Sister Cole."

Soon, everyone helped the nearly fainted woman in.

The heavy rain was torrential, and the blood on the ground was smashed by the raindrops, like flowers blooming and withering, mixed with the water into the underground waterway, only the orphanage could have a chance to breathe, but in the case of the ten-year-old Mei Li After the [-]-year-old girl prepared hot water and scissors, the blood spatters were wiped clean one by one.

Bree and Tom came outside the temporary delivery room, listening to the thunder and the woman's painful and weak shouts, and Sister Cole's anxious and busy voice came out.

"If you can't give birth to him, you should die quickly. There's no point in being unwilling. Where is his father? How could there be such a stupid woman like you?"

It was mean and desolate, but this was the reality, and under this naked ridicule, the sound of a baby crying finally came from the house.

Tom signaled to Bree, and the two of them walked into the bloody and dirty house. It could be seen that this place was cleaned up from a utility room.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle, his name."

The woman on the bed was weak, but she still struggled to point to the wand that Cole had picked up, and said affectionately, "Destroy it."

Looking at the weak woman, Cole couldn't bear to say: "Maybe you don't want to say his father's name, and you don't want to leave anything, but please tell me your name, she should need it."

"Merope."

This woman named Merope didn't even look at the newly born Tom. She stared blankly, not knowing what she was thinking, and let Cole say nothing and not answer. Soon, she died in tears. .

"She is my mother and I used magic to get it from Mrs. Cole's memory."

Tom's expression was cold, arrogant and indifferent, as if he was talking about an insignificant person, but only when he looked at Bree did he gain some warmth.

The surrounding scene is changing rapidly. If I hadn't seen Cole before, I'm afraid I would not have imagined that this nun has become extremely depressed in just ten years. When there were children in the orphanage who were disobedient, she would go up to educate them, or even threaten them to be thrown out.

At this time, the orphanage was even more dilapidated. If there were no people, it would probably turn into a haunted house within a week.

"You devil!"

"My rabbit!"

Outside the orphanage, a crying little boy was standing next to Cole, who was already called Madam. He pointed at Tom who had just turned 11 years old and said fearfully: "Madam, it was he who killed my rabbit. Got it!"

On the side, on a dead tree with green buds sprouting, a rabbit was hung alive on the branch. Tom looked cold and said arrogantly: "I can't hang the rabbit to such a high place. Not to mention that Billy is guarding it all the time, which makes it even more impossible.”

"Maybe it was Dot who did it. He's always been greedy for little rabbits."

The war in the past few years has become more and more tense. Perhaps because she was not idle and did not think that a child could do such a cruel thing, Mrs. Cole let Tom go in confusion and comforted Billy instead.

But soon, within a few days, Mrs. Cole found a psychiatrist from outside.

but.

"Sorry madam, if there is really something wrong with this child, then he can't talk to me like this, politely. I thought he was talking to a noble boy. He is fine. Maybe he is too precocious, so he talks to the children Can’t play with one piece.”

The psychiatrist had no skills at all. After hurriedly taking the money from Mrs. Cole, he quickly left. He was more concerned about the woman in the bar than the health of a child.

Mrs. Cole frowned and sighed heavily. On the other side, Bree and Tom were in Tom's room at this time, watching him indifferently flipping through books about psychology. Beside Tom, there was A little snake hissed, woke up in the early spring, and even said it did some little favors to Tom.

"Sorry, I can only let you eat rabbits that have been dead for a long time and buried in the soil."

Tom smiled conceitedly and put aside the psychological books.

Tom, who was beside Bree, also smiled at Bree, teaching him like a teacher: "Don't let down your guard at any time, even if she is an ordinary and stupid woman, as long as she still controls a part of you, then You have to keep an eye on her."

"Be prepared to take precautions."

Tom's expression coincided more and more with that of Tom sitting on the old wooden bed, which gave Bree a headache. Soon, the scene changed, summer arrived, and Tom's expression also became disgusted and excited. As he stood at the door of the orphanage, he saw a wave of magic appear, and a middle-aged wizard with long auburn hair walked into the orphanage.

"I must admit that I was a little confused to receive your letter, Mr. Dumbledore."

The Colefar frowned and led Dumbledore up. At this time, Tom was making a chair move slightly in the room, while outside, Dumbledore and Mrs. Cole were understanding the child's situation.

Mrs. Cole told everything, even about the rabbit incident that had always puzzled her.

Dumbledore naturally understood that the little wizard could do some incredible things under the riot of magic, but letting the rabbit die was probably not an accident. The smart Dumbledore immediately understood that he would have a difficult student to deal with.

"It looks like Mr. Riddle needs some preschool instruction, but it's okay, I'll take care of it."

Dumbledore took out a piece of white paper with a confusion spell cast on it and handed it to Mrs. Cole.

After reading it, she said: "This is in line with the formalities. Then you can take Tom to buy supplies and let him come back for holidays every year until he graduates."

After putting the white paper away, the Korfa man saw Dumbledore taking him to Tom's room.

"Please come in."

Dumbledore looked sharply at the disguised Tom. At this moment, Tom's appearance reminded Bree of himself. This well-behaved appearance was almost the same as when he first came to Hogwarts to face the professors. exactly the same.

Bree looked a little unkind, he must have been extremely stupid at that time.

"What's wrong, Brie, if you don't want to watch anymore, we can leave. I just want you to understand that you and I are actually the same. We both grew up from helpless weaklings, and we will eventually become great."

Tom waved his hand, and the surrounding scenes disappeared, and they returned to the originally dark space.

Tom said: "Let's go see Potter. He should have suspected Hagrid about the petrification."

The space shifted again, and now they arrived at Hogwarts.

"This is Hogwarts decades ago, when I was a fifth-year Slytherin student."

Speaking of this, Tom's expression became more and more proud.

"Look, you and I are the same. Although we were both born in an orphanage, we both belong to Slytherin, this noble place. Our bloodline will not become dispirited because of that unbearable short period of life. Here we will get what we belong to. Our glory.”

At this time, Tom is extremely conceited and arrogant. He is confident in all his ideas, and even thinks that Bree is like him, but sorry...

Bree felt more and more in her heart that it was natural for Tom to become Voldemort, and even the noseless state became more reasonable, because Tom was obviously a bad boy who had no one to discipline him and was raised by a miserable life. After a long period of repressed life, he became even more crazy.

Bree thought that if he didn't have the memory from An Qing and knew in advance that the world was huge and filled with countless good things and bad intentions, then he might have become a sinister person, like Voldemort, without even holding on to that weak goodwill. .

Seeing Bree's silence, Tom was a little angry, but it was impossible for him to read Bree's anger. With just a wave of his hand, Harry's figure appeared. This was a corridor. At this time, the 16-year-old Tom was standing next to Dumbledore. In front of him, he argued to Dumbledore: "I just came out of Principal Dippet's office."

"Okay, go to bed now." Dumbledore said, staring at Tom and said: "It's best not to wander in the corridors these days, since it's already..."

Dumbledore sighed heavily, said good night to Tom, and strode away.

Tom watched him step out of sight and quickly walked down the stone steps leading to the underground classroom, Harry chasing after him.

Bree and Tom followed, and Bree bluntly said: "Were you responsible for the deaths decades ago, Tom?"

Bree had rarely seen Tom in his identity as Azar for more than a month, and he was also studying the method of making souls in the turret. Using the soul stone, he had successfully separated the soul from the house elf Dobby. When he came out, he also changed Dobby's identified master and asked him to serve him.

However, Bree was shocked by the identity of the special soul in Dobby's body, and temporarily sealed it.

In addition, Bree is also exploring the cause of petrification, and unexpectedly discovers that a death occurred decades ago in the girls' bathroom on the second floor. The person who died was the famous man. For the ghost of Myrtle.

Tom didn't hide anything in front of Bree and said bluntly: "I did it. I even blamed Hagrid for it, but Dumbledore protected him and he was not imprisoned in Azkaban."

"Hmph." Tom snorted coldly.

"That was an accident. Myrtle and I had no grudges. I just discovered the existence of the Chamber of Secrets and could not control the Basilisk for a while. Of course, if the outside world knew that it was me who did it, Dumbledore would definitely take the opportunity to do it. I was sent to Azkaban as a thorn in his side, and he has always been afraid of me."

"Brie, you also have to be careful. You are in the same situation as me now. You are suspected and wary of him.

Their eyes were sincere and full of worry.

"You are always so easy to trust others. As long as you get your approval, you will consider others. I can see it. This makes me very disappointed. You must throw away this stupid approach. Those people are all tools you can use. We don’t need friends, understand, kid?”

Tom was nagging like an old father, asking Bree to use the professors as objects and not to have heart-to-heart conversations with the professors. At this time, Harry followed the 16-year-old Tom to an abandoned room. And it was discovered that Hagrid, who was only in the third grade at this time, was raising a very dangerous magical animal in Hogwarts-the eight-eyed spider!
Harry was shocked. He always thought that the honest and friendly Hagrid turned out to be a murderer. He killed Myrtle!
And here, Tom didn't want to pretend anymore.

Brie took a few steps back and asked doubtfully: "Why do you always look at me like this?"

Very odd.

Tom heard Bree's words and smiled kindly. He spread his arms and his appearance gradually changed, becoming the era in which his soul was.

The 16-year-old has a tall and straight figure, and his face is unforgettable. With this good appearance, he has gained an unknown number of followers, but this is the first time he has spoken so kindly.

"You're my boy, little Bree, and your name should be Bree Tom Riddle, not some ridiculous Odd!"

"Come into my arms, child, I am your father!"

At this time, Tom was extremely gentle, looking at the astonished Bree with a kind expression, as if he was very anxious. When he saw Bree staying in the same place, unmoved, he muttered dissatisfiedly: "Come here, my Children, we are the closest people.”

"Uh?"

Bree, who was suddenly hugged tightly by the tall Tom, was at a loss. His face suddenly turned cold. He couldn't bear to have a relationship with this guy. After the soft purple light flashed in his eyes, he could clearly feel that he and Tom Their souls are not involved in any way. This is not a state of blood relationship.

"Call daddy, Bree."

There was an expectant call from above, which completely aroused Brie's anger. He attached magic power to his legs and kicked hard.

"Oh!"

Tom covered himself, arched his waist and said tremblingly: "What are you doing?"

Brie didn't answer, but kicked him hard. Under the influence of natural magic, it was very easy to hurt the soul consciousness.

Looking at Tom lying on the ground, Bree was so angry.

"I only think of you as a friend, Tom. I thought you were very smart, but I didn't expect you to be so stupid. It's just a red eye and you guessed it like this. Maybe I should wake you up and let your brain be clearer."

Bree kicked out and beat Tom hard again, but Tom didn't resist, instead he was laughing wildly.

"Fight, I know you don't want to accept me, but I won't give up. Our relationship cannot be changed."

At this time, Harry had finished reading the memories Tom had woven for him, and Bree looked at Tom with pity, hoping that he would forgive him, and exhaled helplessly.

"You can dream on your own, I have nothing to do with you."

After Bree finished speaking, a magical force completely broke the space here, allowing his and Harry's consciousness to return to reality.

At this moment, Harry still had an expression of disbelief, muttering that it was impossible.

Of course Bree knew why, but he wouldn't say it now. Maybe this was what Dumbledore had expected, and it was something Harry had to experience.

Looking at the diary, Bree felt as if he had eaten a slug, and he disliked it very much, but he knew that it was one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, so he must hold this in his hand, especially Tom's crazy thoughts, if It must be extremely embarrassing if other people find out.

But when Bree reached for the diary in Harry's hand, Harry suddenly withdrew his hand.

"Hug, I'm sorry Oded, I don't think I can leave him to you now."

Too dangerous, Harry suddenly thought of Dumbledore's words.

"Dumbledore told me to stick to myself and face everything. I think this is what I should bear. I can't drag you into the water."

Harry, who originally wanted to seek help, had some changes at this time. When he saw that Tom Riddle would go out to find the murderer for the sake of the stability of Hogwarts, he was greatly inspired. If Riddle could, then he Why can't Harry? He must find out about this matter, but Hagrid...

Harry bypassed Bree and ran out in a hurry. Now he still had to ponder his thoughts. He still couldn't believe that Hagrid would do such a thing, not to mention that Hagrid was injured and unconscious in the school hospital.

Bree, who had been put into a fight between Harry and Tom, returned to the turret with a dark face. Being disturbed by Tom, he was temporarily confused.

"I never knew you could think like that, Tom."

Bree had a terrible headache. He had never thought that Azar was Tom and that Tom was Voldemort. Now Dumbledore was obviously waiting for him to show up and then let Harry kill him.

"The diary was given to Harry by Dumbledore. No wonder Tom has been wandering around the principal's office these days. If the diary is destroyed, then Tom will be finished."

Bree, who was sitting in the turret, tapped the table with his wand. He originally planned to make Voldemort, who was placed in the dark lamp, into a house elf, but now he ran away and disappeared, and there was still a crown that could be used, but He has not yet separated the soul within and kept the crown safe.

"Using previous research and the soul stone can ensure the integrity of the crown. As long as this soul is used to replace Tom's death, Dumbledore should be able to hide it."

Now that Dumbledore has discovered Tom, since he dared to take out the diary and hand it to Harry again, he must have left behind a back-up, such as the dagger, which is a magic item that can destroy Horcruxes and was in the Sorting Hat. The Sword of Gryffindor can do it too, and Dumbledore is well prepared.

"Maybe the dagger was originally used to kill the basilisk. It's impossible for Dumbledore to guess that the basilisk was causing trouble through snake language."

In order to preserve Tom's soul, Bree carefully arranged how to make use of Dumbledore's arrangements.

The only way is to get the diary back at the right time, and then exchange the soul in the crown with Tom's soul in the diary.

"I hope you won't be angry when you become a house elf and you still want to be my father?"

Bree laughed dissatisfiedly, and was about to use her previous idea of ​​making Voldemort in the dark lamp into a house elf on Tom.

Bree put the crown and the materials in the drawer into a bag cast with a traceless stretching spell, and then put them in the pocket of the wizard's robe.

After finishing the preparations, Bree leaned back on the chair and took out the previous "Slytherin Secret".

……

On the other side, Tom, who had just been beaten by Bree, was lying in the secret room aggrievedly. Although the person who was beaten in the diary was only his consciousness, that was Bree.

"Hey, Xiao Brie, why don't you believe me?"

Tom, who was hiding in the secret room with Azar's body, had cold and dangerous eyes. He slowly smelled the smell of Bree's blood in the air and smiled slightly: "Are you worried about my identity as Voldemort? This is indeed a question."

Just as he was talking, the other side was blocked by Tom with the soul power of several people he had petrified before. He could not even speak. Voldemort, who was possessed by Sniff, vigorously vibrated the surrounding magic, hoping to attract Tom's attention.

Tom glanced at it and sneered: "Failed soul, why are you the main soul? As long as I erase all your memories and devour you, then I will be the main soul and will no longer be affected by you."

"But how come you only have half of it left? It's simply humiliating and useless."

Tom kicked Niffle conceitedly, and complained: "Although you let Bree be born, everything you did after that made Bree afraid to recognize me. Could it be that Tom Riddle is really as Dumbledore said?" Just the same, no love at all?"

"Even if I were the product of a love drug, I wouldn't identify with it."

Voldemort, who was possessing Sniff on the ground, stared hard with his small black eyes, full of madness and an idiotic expression. However, he was also affected by the struggle for sovereignty with Sniff. At this time, all he could think about was Nico. He has a cute appearance, but also hates Bree and has the intention to kill him.

Under the influence of the contract with Bree, his murderous intention turned into harm to himself, causing his soul to suffer constant pain like hanging, making him weaker. Maybe he didn't have to wait for Tom to erase his consciousness and memory. There would be a pile of dark souls left for Tom to devour.

But he was unwilling to do so. He looked at the crucible placed in the distance. This trap was obviously prepared for Bree, but before he could lure Bree, he let his Horcrux lose its soul and fell into the fantasy of family love. .

Voldemort, who continued to stare at Tom, saw Tom take out a tattered hat from his arms and fainted from anger.

"boom!"

"Hmph." Tom snorted coldly when he saw the fallen Xiu Xiu.

A month of worrying has passed, Dumbledore was taken away, and the diary was obtained by Harry. Now it is only necessary to control the basilisk to create turmoil and lure Harry to the secret room to get the diary back, and he can deal with more Important thing - think about how you can get Brie to accept you.

Before that, he didn't know how to face Bree's alienation.

　The starting point is a range charge, one coin for every 200 words, and any words less than 200 will not be counted.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)