novelslam Chapter 305 Tom Riddle
Chapter 305 Tom Riddle
Chapter 305 Tom Riddle
Harry instinctively sensed that something was wrong.
According to Riddle, he absorbed the vitality of six people and became one body, but his soul was attached to the diary, and he needed sacrifices to break this shackle.
I am Riddle's sacrifice!
Then if the diary is destroyed, the other party will naturally die too.
but……
Riddle was too calm.
Harry began to hesitate. Is the other party really confident, or is he putting on airs?
At this time, Riddle suddenly said coldly: "Potter, do you know why I targeted you and brought you here?"
"Why?" Now was not the time to think about it, but Harry was eager to know the answer.
He really wanted to know why Riddle, a student from 50 years ago, kept focusing on him.
And why did you choose him as a sacrifice?
He is just an ordinary second-year wizard.
"Because Voldemort," said Riddle softly, "he is my past, present and future..."
Riddle swung his wand, drew a few times in the air, and wrote three shiny names:
Tom Marvolo Riddle!
Then he waved his wand, and the letters switched places automatically, and it became:
I am Voldemort!
Harry's mind seemed to freeze.
He stared dumbly at Riddle, the man who had been a parentless orphan who had grown up and killed Harry's parents, and so many others...
"Harry," said Riddle, "in your past and in my future, we have met twice, and I failed to kill you both times.
What could be more ceremonial than you as a sacrifice? "
Harry gripped Gryffindor's sword tightly.
"But, the diary is in my hand!"
"Then stab it, stab it in, and I'll die, don't you dare?" Riddle sneered.
"Or, are you unwilling to murder Riddle's soul, after all, Voldemort is strictly my future?"
Harry's eyes slowly lifted to meet Riddle's smiling face.
"Do you think I'd hesitate? You murdered my parents and hurt my friends!
No, if there's anything else that would make me happy, it's killing you with my own hands! "
Hate filled Harry's voice as he raised his Gryffindor sword and thrust it down.
With a terrible, sustained, ear-piercing scream, jets of ink spurted out of the diary and trickled down Harry's hands onto the floor.
Riddle's body twisted and began to gradually blur. Before he disappeared completely, he squinted and smiled.
With a snap, Harry's wand fell to the floor, and all was silent except for the sound of ink still oozing from the diary.
Harry was about to pick up his wand, but he was suddenly horrified to find that he couldn't move, and a lot of smoke was coming out of him.
"Harry, thank you, thank you for freeing me from the diary."
A vague figure formed in the white smoke, and Riddle was still laughing.
Harry stared blankly at Riddle.
He himself resurrected... Voldemort?
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William walked slowly into the secret room.
It was a long, dimly lit room, with many stone pillars carved with coiled serpents, soaring to support the ceiling in the darkness.
The secret room was empty.
William slowly went deeper, and when he reached the last pair of stone pillars, a statue tens of meters high suddenly appeared in front of him.
William looked up and saw the huge face.
An old, monkey-like face, a long sparse beard that almost reached the hem of the wizard's robe carved in stone, and two large gray feet standing on the smooth floor of the room.
- Slytherin Statue.
Oddly enough the mouth is fully open, where there is clearly an entrance.
William hesitated for a moment, turned into a sea eagle and flew in.
After he landed, he found that it was a very long corridor, and at the end of the road was another room.
William held the wand in his right hand and entered the room along the corridor.
Both Harry and Ron were lying on the ground, with Fawkes standing beside them.
There was a hissing sound from the corner, and the Slytherin's mouth closed instantly, and the door of the room closed.
"You're finally here, Stark." A young man of sixteen or seventeen leaned on a chair.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time."
William squinted at the young man.
"You are Riddle's diary? No, even if the diary can communicate with people, it cannot become a wizard... Who are you?"
"Who am I?" Riddle folded his hands on his wand.
"Let me tell you this, I am a piece of the soul that Voldemort split...he exiled me in the diary forever."
"The soul of Voldemort?"
"Yeah, but that was a few minutes ago, I was resurrected, and I have a new body to carry my broken soul..."
William raised his eyebrows, and he suddenly realized that things were not as simple as he thought.
He originally thought that the diary was just cast by Voldemort with black magic, but he didn't expect that there was a soul living in it!
——It’s really old medicine!
"Want to hear how I came back to life?"
Riddle played with the wand in both hands, and said softly, "I have spent so much effort to successfully set up the stage, without the audience's appreciation, I would feel very boring and lack a sense of ceremony.
You are my only audience. "
"Of course, I can't wait." William tapped his wand to conjure up a chair.
"I need two steps to be resurrected: absorb a lot of life force to nourish my soul; and then use a special method to break the shackles of the diary and release my soul from it."
"What special method?"
"Of course, of course you don't know what method." Riddle chuckled, "Dumbledore likes you so much, he won't let you touch these things."
"But I have been studying for many years... To release the soul from the body, there is only one way from the beginning-sacrifice!"
"Who did you sacrifice?" William asked. "Harry?!"
"Of course not." Riddle said with a smug smile, "William, this is the most exciting place. I think... there is a bit of artistry and tragedy in it."
Riddle straightened his hair.
"Theoretically, I could sacrifice anyone's life, kill Harry Potter, and I'd be freed from the diary.
However, only by sacrificing the most cherished things can I gain stronger power. "
William's eyes twinkled, and it sounded a bit like the way to get the Soul Gem: sacrificing the one you love the most.
"Potter means nothing to me. I don't like him, and I don't hate him.
Yeah, Harry Potter defeated Voldemort, but what does it have to do with me, Tom Riddle?
Potter doesn't deserve to be my sacrifice at all! "
"Then who is your true love?"
"My favorite?" Riddle grinned darkly.
"Of course it's me! I only love myself, so I sacrificed my soul and made Potter destroy the diary."
"Since the diary is destroyed, why didn't you die?" William asked suspiciously.
"This involves another interesting magic." Riddle whispered.
"Although I don't think I have anything to do with Voldemort, he is my future after all.
Potter naturally transferred this hatred to me... He who hates me so much, because of some of my tricks, 'voluntarily' concluded an ancient protection magic with me tonight. "
"Protection magic?"
"That's right... the content of magic requires two people who hate each other, one of them willingly breaks the shackles for the other and bears all the damage.
The conditions for this magic to be achieved are very strict. After all, both sides who hate each other wish the other would die, and it is impossible to voluntarily protect the other.
But I was lucky, and by some means, I persuaded Potter to conclude magic with me... He paid the price of my soul being destroyed for me. "
Riddle stood up, "So the diary was destroyed, but I didn't die!"
"Then Harry is dead?" William was stunned.
"No, I'm also very surprised about this." Riddle frowned slightly.
"It's strange, isn't it? It's as if he was a baby back then, but he didn't die in the hands of me in the future."
"But it's not important anymore." Riddle shook his head, "I've told you so many things, as a deal, you should also tell me something about yourself, right?"
"what's up?"
"Where is Ravenclaw's bronze ring...?"
In the stone room, Riddle's voice echoed for a long time.
Then, there was only dead silence.
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(End of this chapter)