Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Tom Riddle's milky body is floating, and the confusion of Ai Wen's heart is getting stronger and stronger.

He actually said that when he was made, he did not know the specific method of making the Horcrux, and he did not know how to split the soul. How did he come out?

But one thing is certain, this Horcrux is weird.

"Professor Laghhorn likes me very much. He has given me a lot of privileges and help. He is alright, we still talk about the Horcrux." Riddle said, carefully avoiding the Gryffindor aimed at him. The sword slowly moved to the ring inside the cupboard. "My appearance is an accident. In a strict sense, I am not a Horcrux, or I am a special Horcrux because of mine. It is not in the original plan, nor is it produced in the normal way."

"What do you mean?"

"As you know, I was looking for ways to make the Horcrux. I haven't figured out a few key questions, including how to split my soul, although I have already guessed it." Riddle Said, "But I don't want to start making the first Horcrux so soon. First, I didn't find the right equipment. Secondly, I don't want to do this under Dumbledore's eyes. It's too stupid to do that. Not?"

Ai Wen answered with silence, but he agreed with Riddle's thoughts.

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

It may be possible to play a little trick under his gaze and build his own power. After all, this is the tradition of Slytherin.

But if you want to do this kind of evil magic research, it would be too risky to make a Horcrux. If you show your feet, it will be lost.

Having said that, I know that Riddle is still successful!

Both the ring and the diary were made during his student days, and he was only fifteen and sixteen.

Of course, he then stopped after that because he had caused Dumbledore's suspicions.

"I didn't have so many thoughts at the time. It might be ridiculous to say, but I just want to stay at Hogwarts. After all, it is the first place I can call home." Riddle paused before continuing. Said, "In the year of the fifth grade, I got an intelligence. Professor Merlot of the Dark Defence class is about to retire. His grade is already very big. He has served in this position for 50 years. If you can, I hope to succeed him."

"You are running again!" Ai Wen reminded, "I am not interested in what your dreams are."

Regardless of whether Riddle is telling the truth or not, it is all his thoughts when he was fifteen years old. There is no point in understanding this.

Their real trouble now is that the soul is divided and the Voldemort teamed up with the evil spirits, not the 15-year-old Tom Riddle, who is full of ideals and is ready to do a great career, and his thoughts are undoubtedly ridiculous.

History has proved everything, he did not succeed in getting the position, and Dumbledore rejected him.

"Do you know why I hate talking to a devil like you?" Riddle said disdainfully, "lack of patience..."

"You are not much bigger than me." Ai Wen retorted.

"My actual age is more than enough for your grandparents. Don't treat me as a devil like you."

"Obviously, if you count the time you have been locked in a drawer for more than half a century, it is really much bigger than me. It’s really a colorful life experience." Ai Wen said, with Gran in his hand. Fendo Sword pointed at the other side. "I have to remind you again, and last time, the little devil in your mouth can decide whether you need to exist. My patience is really not much. Please don't challenge unless you want to try Gran. Is Fendo’s sword as sharp as the legend?”

"What do you want to know?" Riddle's face sank.

"Continue to say your body, that is, the specific process by which this Horcrux is made." Ai Wen said, pointing the ring inside the cabinet with a sword. "Since you didn't have the specific method of splitting the soul and making the Horcrux, So how did you get it?"

"I just said that through evil behavior, the soul can be split. Maybe I am too evil." Riddle suddenly made a strange laugh, and seemed to be laughed at by his own answer. "Yes, this is the case." Killing my father by myself, ending the dirty Muggle that is related to me, is there anything more evil than this? Maybe because of this, I split from the body."

Ai Wen frowned, is this the specific process? Killing your father's behavior causes the soul to split automatically?

This kind of behavior is really evil, and it sounds like this, but it is a bit strange.

If it is so simple, the Horcrux is probably going to be everywhere!

The most obvious example is Little Batty Crouch, who worships Voldemort to a point where he is almost crazy.

Therefore, he also personally killed his father, which made him feel that he and Voldemort have something in common, but his soul has not split.

Could it be that he is not as evil as Tom Riddle at the age of fifteen, and his hatred of his father is not as strong as Riddle?

This simply cannot be said, and Little Batty Crouch is a pure metamorphosis.

In terms of the degree of evil, although there is no way to compare it, he is definitely not weaker than Riedel, who is fifteen.

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

Quite often, Tom Riddle avoided Evan's gaze, which is not like him.

"You are more difficult than I thought!" His voice quickly returned to calm. "I originally intended to negotiate with Dumbledore as a bargaining chip, but now it seems to have to be said, it is on the ring. That jewel, the resurrection stone in your mouth, has a special power, a very special power..."

"Resurrection stone does not make people's soul split!"

"It won't, but it will let you see the **** of death."

"grim Reaper?!"

"Yeah, he called himself this. This combination of the resurrection stone and the ring is a strange magic, not the magic I can understand." Riddle said, "That night, it brought me to the country of the dead, in I saw a lot of people there, my father, my mother, my grandfather, and the **** of death. When I came back, part of my soul was left there forever and could not return to the body, that is Now you see me."

Ai Wen looked at him and browed up and picked it up, which sounded like the most absurd novel.

He has never heard of the power of resurrection stone, and at least it has not appeared in the original.

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

"Even if you are telling the truth, don't tell me, you haven't studied..."

"Research?" Riddle sneered on his face and asked, "What is research? Death, or my mother? It's ridiculous, I don't dare to be interested. What I have to do is to escape death, not to approach it. You I didn’t understand what I saw at the time, the world of death, and I could never imagine...”