Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

The eerie silence lasted for a long time.

Probably Voldemort has never encountered such a situation.

After a long time, Voldemort finally said, "You are not Tom Riddle."

What he left in the diary should be memories from when he was 16 years old, and the guy in front of him looked to be eleven or twelve years old at most, and... he looked nothing like himself.

But what happened to that diary?

He stretched out his hand, and the diary flew automatically from Tom into his hand.

As soon as he put his hand on it, he knew that this was his diary.

Moreover, it seems that the soul fragments in the diary have indeed been transferred.

"Use Legilimency on it!"

The figure raised its wand and pointed it at Tom.

The latter was startled when he heard the voice coming from the hood again, "It's a diary! Idiot!"

The figure pointed the wand at the note again, and his voice seemed much younger as he spoke the incantation, "Legilimency!"

"Strange..." the hoarse voice muttered, seemingly puzzled, "The soul in the diary is no longer there, but there is something else blocking me..."

The figure opened the diary and saw the mission about the magic stone.

"It asked you to seize the Philosopher's Stone?"

Voldemort was shocked.

I made you to let you open the secret room, but you come to snatch the magic stone from me?

The figure looked at Tom again.

And this guy is the puppet controlled by the diary?

He whispered a few spells in a hoarse voice.

Suddenly, he stopped and said with surprise and disdain: "You are a dead man. Boy."

The note also told him so, but Tom always felt lucky, "But, I can still move, I can eat, I can talk..."

"Superficial! You know nothing about death! Boy!" the hoarse voice said contemptuously, "You are just a walking corpse. Someone used a clever spell to sew a piece of my soul into this dead body."

"But death is death. Your body just does not decay. It will neither grow nor have normal feelings. Everything you experience is just an illusion brought to your soul by some spells."

If Voldemort dares to claim second place on the subject of death, no other wizard dares to claim first place.

What's more, most of the spells Murphy used to maintain Tom's body were stolen from notes, and of course they couldn't be hidden from Voldemort.

"Strange, you didn't take away the memory..." the hoarse voice continued, "You only took away a piece of soul, but those memories of mine are still left in the diary, and the diary still seems to be controlling you... Strange... …”

"This notebook also claims to be Voldemort," Tom asked the biggest doubt in his heart, "Are you the same person? What is going on?"

Voldemort hesitated for a moment, seeming to consider whether to tell Tom this information, but finally decided to reveal his proud past.

"This diary is a magic item I made when I was sixteen. It holds all the memories and abilities of me when I was sixteen. Later I gave it a piece of my own soul and made it... …Well, it became what it is now.”

"It calls itself Voldemort, yes, because he is my past, it is Tom Riddle, and it is also the future Voldemort."

"It can swallow other people's souls and magic and resurrect, becoming a new me at sixteen."

"As for you..." Voldemort hesitated, "You are a defective product, perhaps the product of a failed resurrection plan?"

Defective products……

Tom's heart sank again.

"Can you help me get my memory back? Help me get rid of the control of the diary?" Tom asked.

"Why should I do this?" Voldemort said disdainfully.

He really couldn't figure out what was going on with Tom. There were some magics that he couldn't understand, but the diary had been in the Malfoy family for fifty years. Tom Riddle in the diary might have had encounters and experiences that he didn't know about. experience, so it is not impossible that the current situation was caused by Riddle.

Tom thought for a moment and said, "I can help you get the Philosopher's Stone."

Voldemort was silent for a moment again, as if he did not expect that Tom knew so much, but he still refused, "I can do it myself. I don't need you."

"But," the hoarse voice paused, "you can do another thing for me."

"If you can do it, I might consider lifting the restrictions on your diary, and even...reshape your body so that you can be resurrected as a living person."

Tom frowned, "What do you want me to do?"

"You became friends with that Potter boy, didn't you?" Voldemort said, "Bring him to me."

"A baby with no power actually defeated me. For many years, I have been unable to understand what went wrong." Voldemort said, "I must solve this problem and bring him to me. I will Give you what you want.”

Harry?

Tom was stunned for a moment, "What do you want to do to Harry?"

"This is not your concern! Boy! If you want to live, bring him to me!"

Tom hesitated.

Voldemort killed Harry's parents, almost died because of Harry, and almost lost everything. He must hate Harry deeply...

If he kidnapped Harry...

It is conceivable that what awaits Harry will be endless torture and extremely painful death.

However... do I really care about Harry's life or death?

After all, what are friends?

Is he really my friend?

Even if he is a friend, is his life more important than my own?

Moreover, Harry seemed to have seen the note. Could he have begun to doubt himself?

Even if I get the Philosopher's Stone, Harry might tell others about his suspicions. When the time comes, he will definitely be sent to Azkaban...or, like this ridiculous body, will usher in real death.

"..."

Ha, who do you think you are, Tom.

You are just a zombie, a puppet, a phantom, a copy without even memory...

And your true form is Tom Riddle...and Voldemort...

You were the tool of the Dark Lord who killed Harry's parents.

Do you still want to be a good person?

Ha, ridiculous.

"Ha ha……"

Tom burst out laughing, laughing dryly, almost to tears. It was so ridiculous, how could I have such a ridiculous idea.

Wouldn't it be nice to be able to escape from this ridiculous and sad fate and truly live?

That is already a luxury that you may not be able to obtain even if you try your best. What qualifications and strength do you have to consider the life and death of others?

Tom clenched his fists, "Okay. However, you need to restrict the diary first and not let it control me anymore. When resurrected, I must be the main one. I don't want to be Tom Riddle's carrier."

"Okay." Voldemort said, picked up the diary, pointed his wand at it, and recited a few spells again.

Suddenly, Tom felt relieved, as if the threads tied to his limbs had been cut off, and his soul felt relaxed and active like never before.

"This diary can do nothing more to you." Voldemort said.

The diary is Voldemort's Horcrux, so he naturally has a way to put some restrictions on it. In fact, even if Tom doesn't ask, he will do so. This diary has become a little strange, and it has deviated from the way he made it. original intention.

And he actually wants to steal the magic stone from himself?

It's too rebellious.

"Can the diary be returned to me?" said Tom.

Since Voldemort can restrict the diary, he can naturally lift the restrictions again. Keeping the diary in his hands means putting his life in the other person's hands. Tom doesn't want to be used as a puppet anymore.

"Hmph!" The figure snorted and threw the diary over.

As soon as Tom took the diary, there was a sound of horse hooves behind him.

"Damn centaurs..." Voldemort seemed a little angry.

He is now possessed by Quirrell and cannot use his power at all. These centaurs are a threat to Quirrell. If he continues to struggle with them, Quirrell's identity may be exposed, so he has to withdraw.

Just as he was about to run away, Tom stopped him, "Wait! Spell a spell on me!"

"What?"

"Wound me!" Tom said, "I can't just go back intact, they will doubt me!"

Voldemort was stunned for a moment.

Was I so cruel to myself at that time?

"Okay," he said.

The figure's wand was pointed at Tom, and the young voice said: "Broken bones and tendons!"