Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

Early on Christmas morning, Harry and Ron were sorting out their gifts, and they discovered that Harry had received an invisibility cloak.

But soon, Fred and George came over and took them to the banquet.

However, Tom did not appear at the banquet.

He was already awake, but it seemed that he was not awake yet. Just now, he tried to use Legilimency on the Book of Guidance, but it had no effect, as if those memories of yesterday were all illusions.

However, he knew it wasn't.

Those memories still lingered in his mind, making him dazed and confused.

He also received several gifts, including from other members of the Hero team, as well as from Murphy and Hagrid. They were all small trinkets. In addition, there were several gifts from unknown sources, including flowers. There were chocolates, and a love letter.

Tom opened the gifts mechanically, but his mind still stayed in those memories.

Finally, he took out the book of guidance again.

"You, what on earth are you?"

The Book of Guidance did not respond.

"Why do you have those memories? Those are the memories of Tom Riddle! What is the relationship between him and me?"

"Answer me or I will destroy you!"

But the Book of Guidance remained silent.

Tom got angry and pulled out his wand, "Split into pieces!"

The spell knocked the note away but failed to harm it at all.

"I shouldn't trust you, I should have seen it a long time ago, you are using me..." Tom suddenly remembered a memory fragment he obtained yesterday, and a light suddenly flashed in his mind, "I know... you are ...You are that thing!"

"Tom Riddle asked a professor about that thing. You have a soul, right?"

Unfortunately, in his memory at that time, the word seemed to have been silenced, and he did not know the specific name at all.

"That's why you were able to deceive me... you have a soul, so I can use Legilimency on you..."

Tom said, suddenly remembering the description of the professor in that memory.

[...Hide part of it in an object outside the body. In this way, even if your body is attacked or destroyed, you will not die because there is still a part of your soul that remains undamaged. 】

He took half a step back in shock, "Are you a tool for someone's resurrection? Do you want to use me to resurrect him? Who is he? Whose soul fragment do you have?"

But then, his eyes suddenly opened wide, "Tom Riddle!"

"You have Tom Riddle's memories!"

"You're Tom Riddle!"

"That's right! The magic stone..."

"No wonder you want me to explore the secrets behind the trap door. No wonder you want me to find out the identity of Nicoléme. You want me to know the Philosopher's Stone. No, you want me to find it!"

"The Philosopher's Stone can create an elixir of immortality...and it seems to be a potion that can reshape the body..."

"You're going to resurrect Tom Riddle."

But then, he became confused again.

"Why……"

"But why, I feel so familiar with him..."

"Why is that face..."

He thought of the face in his memory, which was completely different from his current appearance, but he instinctively felt that it was extremely familiar, as if that should be his original appearance, and his current appearance was unfamiliar.

Could it be because of the influence of Tom Riddle's memory?

Because I got his memory, do I think I am him?

No, it's not.

He seemed to hear some kind of intuition shouting crazily in his heart, and the answer seemed to be right on his lips, but he couldn't believe it no matter what.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt something in his heart, and the book of guidance was updated.

He walked over and saw a line of text reappearing on the Book of Guidance.

"Main mission: capture the magic stone."

"Mission reward: survive."

Tom suddenly clenched his fingers, "What do you mean? What does it mean to survive?"

"You mean, if I don't take the magic stone, you're going to kill me?!"

This time, the Book of Guidance did not pretend to be deaf and dumb.

A line of blood-red twisted text appeared below.

"You are already dead."

What?

Tom was shocked, what do you mean I'm dead?

Book of Guidance: "Your sense of pain is much lower than that of ordinary people. You will not be affected by physical discomfort. You are immune to dizziness and coma. Even if you suffer an almost fatal blow, you will still be awake."

"Don't you think it's strange?"

Tom was stunned. He remembered that when he encountered the troll, he was hit by the latter with a stick. Although he used the armor spell, his body still suffered a lot of damage. His legs were broken, and even the bones were almost broken. When it was poked out, he didn't feel any particular pain.

When Professor Murphy takes him to apparate, he won't feel any special discomfort, but Granger will vomit like crazy.

But this... does not explain...

A line of text appeared again on the Book of Guidance.

"You want to know who you are?"

"Retrieve the Philosopher's Stone, and you will get the answer."

Tom stared at the book of guidance, and he suddenly understood, "It was you who took away my memory!"

"give me back!"

Book of Guidance: "Retrieve the Philosopher's Stone and you will get what you want."

"fraud!"

Tom was extremely angry and raised his wand, "Give it back to me! Otherwise, I swear I will destroy you!"

Book of Guidance: "You want to use the power I gave you to defeat me?"

"Whose spell do you think you are using?"

"Who do you think those memories of using spells come from?!"

Tom was stunned, and then a terrible thought came to him.

Why have I never thought of that!

How could those proficient skills that seemed to have been practiced thousands of times be obtained out of thin air?

They must have come from some wizard.

But now it seems that they all came from Tom Riddle's memory!

He suddenly collapsed on the ground, "Why...why do you do this?"

"Tom Riddle...why did you give me the same name as you?!"

"I thought you were mine..."

Book of Guidance: "Tom Riddle. It's been a long time since I've used that name."

Then, a line of large bloody characters filled the entire page.

"Now, I am Voldemort."

Voldemort.

That... the Dark Lord who was defeated by Harry?

Tom Riddle is the Dark Lord?

Tom felt that he was confused. He had received too much today, but he didn't care who Tom Riddle was. He just wanted to figure out one problem.

"Who am I? Who is Lucas? Why me?"

But all the words on the Book of Guidance have disappeared, and there is no response from it. It is spread out and lying on the ground, as if it is really just an ordinary notebook.

Tom sat on the ground for a long time and finally stood up. He didn't want to stay here any longer.

But as soon as the door opened, "Pop! Pah!"

Two Christmas firecrackers with different colored strips exploded in front of him, exploding into a large cloud of blue smoke.

Suddenly, a navy hat appeared in mid-air and was put on his head. Several white mice got out of the hat and ran along his body to the ground.

"Merry Christmas, Tom!"

Harry and Ron were standing outside the door. They somehow slipped into the Slytherin common room, still holding a lot of things in their arms.

"We thought you hadn't gotten up yet. Come on, Tom, everyone is here except you."

Tom looked at the two of them in shock, and was a little dazed for a moment, "Tom... are you, are you calling me?"

"Otherwise? There can't be another Tom living in the same dormitory with you, right?" Ron said, "What's wrong with you, buddy?"

"Ha, haha..." Tom suddenly laughed dryly, laughed a few times, and two lines of tears flowed down at some point, "I don't know, I might..."

"I-I'm a fake..."

"I am a doll..."

"A tool..."

"There is nothing in my life..."

"No, haha, I don't even have a life..."

"I……"

Suddenly, he felt like he was being hugged.

Ron was not as tall as him, but he stood up on tiptoes, reached out his hands from his shoulders, and hugged him.

"Oh, man. You must have been through the worst thing in the world."