I was expelled from Hogwarts?

Listening to Rove's words, for a moment, Voldemort was indeed shaken.

It's not that he didn't suspect that this Ravenclaw diadem was fake, not only because wearing it didn't have the legendary effect of increasing wisdom, but also because it was already... rusty.

On the other hand, Hufflepuff's gold cup and Slytherin's locket are also like new after a thousand years.

Then why did he choose to believe that it was indeed Ravenclaw's crown?

Because when he was young, Voldemort worked in Borgin-Bock for a period of time, and he had a considerable level of appraisal attainments for ancient magic items by stealing from Karaktakus Bock.

When Tom found the diadem deep in the Albanian forest, he immediately concluded that it was indeed an antique from a thousand years ago.

If Helena wanted to lie to herself, she would have to make a fake crown and put it on for another thousand years... Isn't the cost of counterfeiting too high? !

But now another crown appeared, not only in good condition, without rust, but also with Helena's certification... Voldemort was shaken in an instant.

Could it be that he traveled all the way to Albania to get the Ravenclaw diadem made into a Horcrux, is it really a fake? !

Since it is fake, then of course you are not the consciousness of the so-called Ravenclaw crown, so who are you?

Rove raised his mouth and smiled:

It can't be the fool Helena said——Tom Riddle?

...

Voldemort saw the playful expression on the young man's face, he suddenly realized something, his eyes instantly said coldly:

Boy, it seems that you already know who I am?!

Of course, my lord, a small piece of soul of Tom Riddle. Rove smiled and said, Nice to meet you.

The piece of soul in the crown stared at the boy, Who are you, and why do you know that I am in the Room of Requirement?

Half a century ago, Voldemort returned to Hogwarts to apply for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and by the way put the crown in the Room of Requirement.

But other than himself, no one knew about this matter, not even Helena. How did the young man in front of him know about it?

At this moment, Shirley came over, holding a goblin dagger in her hand. After taking it, Rove looked at those red eyes and said with a grin:

It doesn't matter who I am, it doesn't matter how I know your position, the important thing is...you are going to die.

Rove shook his sword beautifully and asked, Do you have any last words to explain? If there is a chance in the future, I can help you convey them to your body.

Voldemort stared chillingly at the goblin dagger infused with basilisk venom. He is a Horcrux, and ordinary weapons and attacks cannot destroy him at all, but the basilisk venom is an exception...

But he didn't want to die yet, so he struggled hard and said:

Son, it seems that you and my main body have a lot of enmity, but to tell you the truth... I also have enmity with him.

Details. Rove said with great interest.

He stripped me off and trapped me in this crown. Voldemort said viciously in a voice full of hatred:

We are all the same soul, why can he occupy the body and move freely, and I can only be locked up in the dark room of responsiveness for decades?!

I hate him! !

I can tell you his weaknesses, and teach you the most powerful magic to deal with him... as long as you don't destroy me.

As a horcrux, Voldemort's most powerful ability is to deceive people. He believed that as long as he was not destroyed, and slowly contacted with the boy for a period of time, he would soon be able to control him.

Your proposal is very attractive. Rove seemed to really think about it seriously. He thought for a while and said:

How about it... You beg me, I am the softest person, as long as you beg me and say a few soft words, I will let you go.

I swear on the name of my most respected potions master.

Hearing that the young man in front of him asked him to beg for mercy, the soul in the crown was furious and felt a great humiliation.

Since he was a child, he has only been subdued once, and that is when he met Dumbledore for the first time in the orphanage.

That old thing, let him return the stolen things to the original owners, and apologize to those weak people.

At that time, Tom was only eleven years old, and he was still very weak, so he had to bow his head. But since then, especially when he became an adult, no one in the entire wizarding world dared to humiliate him like this!

He is Voldemort! !

So, those red eyes fixed on the young man, he sneered, and said very stiffly: I...please.

To the main body, he is just a small piece of soul, but to himself, he is a unique existence, Voldemort doesn't want to just disappear like this!

Although he begged for mercy verbally, he still thought in his heart that he would torture the young man after he controlled the boy, so as to avenge his humiliation today!

The corner of Rove's mouth curled up, and he said with satisfaction: Very well, since you have begged for mercy, then I...

I still want to destroy you.

...

Voldemort froze for a moment, then said angrily, You don't count what you say?

Yeah. Rove said confidently, Why, are you not convinced?

Voldemort was furious, his eyes were red, and he shouted at the boy: If you dare to destroy me, my body will definitely not let you go!

Rove twitched the corners of his mouth, half-smiling. Your first Horcrux - the diary - threatened me in this way,

After I destroyed it, I was afraid for a long time, worried that Voldemort would make trouble for me. It's a pity that your main body has not taken any action, obviously not as hard as your mouth.

Goodbye, Mr. Horcrux, when you see the diary, say hello to him for me.

After the boy finished speaking, the dagger stabbed down fiercely, only to hear a metallic sound, followed by a long scream.

The rusty crown was split in two.

Shirley looked at the split crown and asked curiously, Can Voldemort feel that his Horcrux has been destroyed?

No. Rove shook his head, If Voldemort could feel it, he would have known it when the diary was destroyed, but he didn't actually notice it.

He has split his soul too many times and for too long, it is already difficult to feel the situation of the Horcrux.

Too many soul splits? Shirley said sharply. Did Voldemort make many Horcruxes?

Yes. Rove nodded.

In addition to Harry's half Horcrux, Voldemort also made five Horcruxes, of which the diary and the crown have been destroyed.

And Slytherin's pendant and ring are easy to find... Only Hufflepuff's gold cup is the most troublesome.

Rove has to speed things up.

Shirley put the two crowns back into the box. Looking at the back of the girl with ponytails, the boy suddenly frowned and said:

Xue Li, is your leg injured? I see that your right foot seems to be a bit weak when walking?

I sprained it yesterday. Shirley turned her head and said, I've already used an ice pack to compress it, and applied some potions for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis. It's fine.

I can heal you in a few tens of seconds with the healing hand. Rove urged, Take off your pants... ah bah, take off your shoes, I'll help you take a look.

Shirley obediently sat beside Rove. After taking off her shoes and socks, she put a white and tender right foot on the boy's thigh.

The girl with the ponytail had beautiful feet, her toes were as crystal clear as cardamom, and the arches of her feet were perfectly curved, but her ankles were slightly swollen.

Rove rolled up his trouser legs, gently stroked Shirley's ankle with his hand, and asked, Why did you sprain it?

The ponytailed girl blushed, and said honestly: I went to the library yesterday to borrow a book about dancing, practiced according to it, and then accidentally twisted my foot.

Rove couldn't help laughing, no wonder Shirley didn't want to tell him about the injury, this kind of thing really sounded funny.

He narrowed his eyes again, wondering, Why do you suddenly want to learn to dance?

I haven't learned to dance at all, and I'm afraid I'll step on your feet at the Christmas ball. Shirley said in a low voice, I just want to practice in private.

Learning to dance is something you can't learn by just reading books. You have to let someone who knows how to teach you. Rove laughed.

Xue Li hummed lightly, her eyes widened suddenly, she looked down at the boy's restless hands, and said angrily, Where are you touching?

Rove smiled and said, Oh, your leg is not sprained, I thought it was.

Reluctantly, the boy took back the hand that had been gently rubbing the girl's calf.

Xue Li winked, grabbed his hand again, and put it back on her lap. Her ears were blushing, and she said softly, I... just sprained it, please help me heal it.

Rove laughed, Shirley tilted her head on his shoulder, and whispered:

Rove, teach me how to dance.

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