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Chapter 91 Tom Riddle and Voldemort

After Sherlock saw the boy, although the shock in his heart was no weaker than that of Harry and Ron, he was still calm on the surface.

While holding his wand tightly, he silently touched the third button from the bottom of his robe with his left hand.

"Tom Riddle?" he asked softly.

The black-haired boy sitting on the chair had an expression of surprise when he heard Sherlock's name, but also as if he expected it.

"Professor Sherlock Forrest." He said with the same smile, and slowly stood up from the chair.

"I don't know if you have noticed, but this is not the first time we have met."

Sherlock grabbed Harry and Ron's hands and pulled them behind him, staring at Tom.

"Which bookstore was the first time?"

Tom strolled through the Gryffindor common room as if he were walking in his own courtyard.

"You really felt me ​​from that time on."

He walked to the fireplace, where the fire had been extinguished long ago, and it was the darkest area in the entire lounge, but his original illusory body there seemed somewhat real.

"I also noticed that you were unusual at first, and felt that you seemed a little different from others. It was not until the second time I met you at Hogwarts that my guess was further confirmed, so I hid it in time up yourself."

Sherlock heard his words, and recalled the first time he met Malfoy and his son in the bookstore, and the mark on his arm was burning.

And coming to Hogwarts, meeting Neville in the castle, the reaction of the second imprint.

His face was serious.

"You've been with Navena from the beginning?"

I don't know if it was Sherlock's delusion, but when he asked this sentence, Tom's face darkened significantly.

"This idiot!" he said coldly.

"He didn't get in touch with me until the third week of school. He was stupid and timid. I was still very weak at that time. I could only induce him constantly. He was reluctant to open the door of the secret room, but the two After the first attack he realized something was wrong."

"Even before we were good friends who talked about everything, he told me how strict his grandma was, how his classmates in Gryffindor looked down on him, how he admired Harry Potter's greatness, and hated himself His cowardice. Only me, his best friend Riddle, is willing to speak to him twice a day."

"But after finishing that Muggle who likes to hold a camera, he actually felt that I was manipulating him."

"This cowardly and cowardly idiot intended to burn me down at that time!"

Tom's voice was angry, angry that he should have been betrayed by such a fool.

"One night, he threw me into this fireplace and used magic. He was so nervous that he didn't even have the guts to check whether I was burned to ashes. He didn't know that I was safe from fire and water, so I just lay in this fireplace After two days, it was picked up by another student."

When he said this, his voice suddenly became playful.

"That prefect surnamed Weasley may seem shrewd, but he's actually much easier to control than this idiot."

Harry and Ron, who were hiding behind Sherlock, suddenly exclaimed.

"Percy!"

"Ah, yes, that's his name, Percy Weasley, a boy obsessed with power and sure to have a bright future."

"I made an easy deal with him."

Tom stared coldly at Harry, who poked his head out from behind Sherlock.

"He wants to get revenge on someone, and I'll help him, and he'll just have to put me on another boy's desk afterwards. That's all there is to our meeting, isn't it, Harry."

Harry shivered, he thought of Malfoy who was attacked, and when the diary appeared on his desk for no reason.

"In the aftermath, Weasley didn't even have a memory of me, because I devoured Neville and his fear and greed, and I got stronger and stronger while they got weaker, so I can tell you Open up part of my memory, hoping to gain your trust Harry again."

Having said that, his voice became cold again.

"But I didn't expect that after you only communicated with me once, you stopped looking for me. And this idiot actually stole me after finding out that I was not burned, but fell into your hands."

Tom walked up to Neville and looked at his pale face with disdain.

"He tried to hand me over to the school, but with my strength at that time, he couldn't make any resistance at all. He struggled desperately, desperately trying to get rid of my control, and left some messages, but he didn't know , All those things he left behind were all intentionally let him keep."

"What caught me off guard even more was that, Harry Potter, you, the savior worshiped by countless people, would be so timid. After learning all the key clues and knowing where the entrance to the chamber of secrets is, not only did you not touch it by yourself. Come here, but ran to tell the teacher!"

When Harry heard his words, not only was he not ashamed, but he gave him a proud look.

He knew that if he and Ron really ran into Tom's trap recklessly, then they would really be finished.

Facing Harry's provocation, Tom didn't take it seriously, he said casually.

"Fortunately, I adjusted the countermeasures in time and waited for you in this lounge. You evacuated all the students and made this place very quiet, no one will disturb us."

Ron held the corner of Sherlock's robe tightly, and he stammered.

"So what the hell are you trying to do?"

"Of course it's because when he was a baby, he had the feat of defeating the greatest wizard ever, the savior of the wizarding world—Harry Potter!" You who escaped from Voldemort and destroyed his power, can you still escape from me now!"

Harry swallowed.

"What does Voldemort have to do with you?"

Sherlock said lightly.

"Can't you see it? Harry, who else in this world has such a deep obsession with you, Tom Riddle, is Voldemort."

At some point, the magic wand in his hand had quietly turned around, aiming at the closed portrait passageway behind him.

Tom was a little surprised that Sherlock could call out his identity, but he was not too shocked. His identity was not a very secret secret, but most of the insiders were reluctant to mention it.

Harry and Ron were already stunned.

They didn't expect that the boy in front of them was actually the Dark Lord himself who couldn't even mention his name!
(End of this chapter)