Gareth and Tom Riddle have been frantically searching every corner lately.

Since the quarrel, they have devoted all their energy to collecting the Horcruxes left by Voldemort.

As time went by, the two of them visited almost every corner of the UK, but they still gained very little.

The only Horcrux ever found was Marvolo Gaunt's ring, which was found in the Gaunt mansion.

As one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, Tom Riddle could always feel the subtle calls of other Horcruxes, just like the magical current flowing in his blood, subtle but clear.

But this feels like playing with fire, he has to be careful.

After all, every tentative approach is like groping in the dark, and if you are not careful, you will get burned.

He didn't want to be swallowed up like this. He wanted to live well, even if it was just as a Horcrux with independent consciousness.

After all, he knew that he was different from ordinary people and was not even a real human being.

It feels like always looking outside the door, but never being able to truly enter that warm world.

"Riddle, can you really sense the location of those Horcruxes?"

Gareth glanced at him doubtfully, with a hint of sarcasm in his smile.

Tom pursed his lips and frowned, obviously touched by these words.

"Of course I can feel it, but it will take some time,"

He spread his hands, with a bit of helplessness in his tone, "Don't forget, I am also a Horcrux. This is not a joke. If I do this frequently, my energy will be like running water, and it will consume too much energy."

"Tsk, you're useless." Gareth raised the corner of his mouth in contempt, his eyes full of impatience.

"Look, we've got one, but the other Horcruxes won't just come to us."

As he spoke, he paced back and forth in the room, tapping his fingers on the table unconsciously, urging something.

"You're not much better than me, are you?" Tom retorted unyieldingly, with a cold gleam in his eyes, like the setting sun in winter.

"Don't forget, in this game, without me, you may not even be able to find the shadow of a Horcrux!"

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, with a bit of contempt, mocking Gareth's incompetence.

The air around them became tense because of his words.

Gareth's eyes widened, his chest heaving, and he was so angry that he almost bit his teeth.

But he knew in his heart that although Riddle's words were harsh, his logic was sound.

"You're right." Gareth waved his hand, looking helpless. "Our cooperation is like walking on a tightrope, with obstacles at every step. But this is the only way to find the Horcrux."

The two sat in the dim room, with a faint musty smell in the air.

Gareth's eyes wandered, his fingers tapped unconsciously on the table, his inner conflicts and suspicions rising and falling like the tide.

Tom leaned back in his chair, his eyes sharp as if he could see through Gareth's dilemma.

"Look at you, you look so sad." Tom shrugged, with a playful smile on his face. "Don't think too much. Let's take it one step at a time. We will find the answer eventually."

Tom Riddle stood in front of Gareth with a barely perceptible smile on his face, but he had a secret in his heart.

He had already felt the pulsation of the second Horcrux, just like an invisible hand lightly tapping on a map, revealing its location.

However, the Horcrux seemed to have fallen into troubled hands - someone he could not easily control.

Tom Riddle was alone in his room, clutching Marvolo Gaunt's ring.

He knew that in order to find the other Horcruxes, he had to absorb the power of Voldemort's soul fragment in the ring.

However, this process is not easy, and if you are not careful, you will suffer backlash.

As night fell, Tom held the ring up to his eyes, a look of determination in his eyes.

He began to chant a spell, preparing to introduce the power of the soul fragment into his body.

At first, everything went smoothly, and the power of the soul fragment flowed into his body like a warm current.

But at this moment, the ring suddenly vibrated violently, and a powerful force bounced back and hit Tom's soul directly.

The sudden backlash caught Tom off guard, and his soul dissipated a little in an instant.

His face was distorted by pain, but he still clenched his teeth and tried hard not to scream.

This kind of pain was like a thousand arrows piercing his heart, making it almost unbearable for him.

As the backlash gradually subsided, Tom lay on the ground dying, his face as pale as paper.

He knew that this attempt had severely damaged his vitality and he would not be able to try to absorb the power of the soul fragment again in the short term.

However, he also knew that he could not give up because it was the only way to find the other Horcruxes.

The next day, Gareth was shocked to discover Tom's condition.

He asked what happened, but Tom just shook his head, saying he was fine. Although Gareth was puzzled, he did not ask too much.

In the following days, Tom carefully nursed back to health while secretly observing Gareth's movements.

He knew very well that he could not fully trust this partner, especially when he was injured.

However, none of this escaped Voldemort's attention.

In a dark corner, Voldemort secretly adjusted his breathing, his anger burning in his chest, because his soul fragment was being absorbed, and the absorber turned out to be his own Horcrux.

"Betrayal!" Voldemort's voice echoed in the empty room, his anger almost making him lose his mind.

He decided that he must find Tom Riddle as soon as possible and absorb his Horcrux to prevent his own power from being further weakened.

He knew that the existence of the Horcruxes posed a threat to his rule, and Tom seemed more difficult to control than the other Horcruxes.

The moon is particularly bright tonight, and the moonlight sprinkles on the windows of the ancient castle like water.

Gareth leaned against the window, staring at the full moon in a trance, his heart full of memories.

A gentle smile appeared on his face, as if he was reminiscing about the good old days.

Tom walked over quietly, looked at Gareth's back, and asked softly, "What are you thinking about?"

Gareth did not answer immediately, but took a deep breath before speaking: "My sister and I used to love watching the moon together."

Tom was slightly stunned. He didn't expect Gareth to bring up such a topic.

He asked curiously, "What happened to your sister?"

Gareth, who was still sad just now, suddenly laughed out loud. He turned his head with a madness flashing in his eyes: "Oh, my sister is fine now, but she will die in my hands in the future."

There was something so evil in his smile that it made Tom Riddle shudder.

Tom was speechless for a moment, he felt that he was already one of the dark ones, but compared to Gareth, he was nothing.

He couldn't help but move a little further away from Gareth, fearing that this crazy guy would suddenly go crazy.

Tom laughed nervously, "Your sister? That's not a funny joke."

Gareth shrugged indifferently. Anyway, his sister already had another brother, so he would not feel any guilt in killing his sister.

There was a cold gleam in his eyes, and he seemed excited by this extreme idea.

"You're crazy." Tom couldn't help but blurt out, his brows furrowed, unable to understand Gareth's twisted mentality.

Gareth laughed, with a hint of cunning in his smile:

"Madness? In this world, madness is the real sanity, Tom, don't you understand yet? The Horcrux we are looking for represents not only power, but also endless darkness and desire."

Tom remained silent, feeling a little uneasy about Gareth's madness.

He began to doubt whether it was a wise choice to cooperate with such a dangerous person.

A few days later, Tom felt that his soul had almost recovered and decided to try to absorb the power of the soul fragment again.

This time, he carefully controlled the speed of absorption, and gradually, the power of the soul fragment flowed into his body like a trickle.

After a period of effort, Tom finally succeeded in completely absorbing the soul fragment. His soul became more stable, and he even felt a new power surging in his body.

Gareth, who was observing from the side, watched Tom absorb the soul fragment with an expressionless face, but in his heart he was thinking about how to take advantage of this opportunity.

He knew that Tom's power was growing stronger and stronger. If he could not use it for his own benefit, he would become a serious threat in the future.

So Gareth secretly made up his mind to find a suitable time to completely turn Tom into his lackey, or, if possible, kill him to avoid endless troubles.

While absorbing the soul fragment, Tom keenly felt the cold gaze cast from Gareth.

He knew in his heart that Gareth was afraid of his growing power, which made him more determined to leave Gareth.

He knew very well that if he associated with such a cruel and unpredictable person, he could be in an irretrievable situation at any time.

One night, the two were studying the whereabouts of the Horcrux again. Tom took the opportunity to propose to act alone, but Gareth sneered and rejected his request.

The quarrel inevitably broke out, and the conflict between the two people erupted in an instant like a volcano that had been accumulating for a long time.

"Do you really think I can't live without you?" Tom glared at Gareth with a determined light in his eyes.

"You are just a pawn in my hand, don't think too highly of yourself!" Gareth responded sarcastically with a ferocious look on his face.

Rage clouded the minds of the two men. Tom was the first to lose his mind. He raised his wand and shouted:

"Avada Kedavra!" A green light shot towards Gareth.

Gareth dodged Tom's attack nimbly, a cruel smile on his lips, as if he was prepared for Tom's impulse.

He quickly pulled a magic wand from his pocket, raised it above his head, and shouted loudly: "Avada Kedavra!" Suddenly, green light intertwined in the air, and the whole room was illuminated by this deadly light.

The battle between the two became more and more intense, with green lights flashing in the air and accompanied by the sound of wands colliding.

Tom and Gareth were both trying their best to dodge each other's attacks, while also looking for opportunities to counterattack.

Their figures moved quickly across the room, like two flashes of lightning.

Tom aimed a blast of green light at Gareth's leg, but Gareth dodged the blow with a stunning leap.

He landed on the ground and immediately fought back, sending a beam of green light straight into Tom's chest.

Tom dodged in a hurry, but the green light still brushed his shoulder. A sharp pain made him grit his teeth.

The fight between the two men intensified, Tom's attacks became more and more ferocious, but Gareth seemed to be at ease.

He was agile and was able to skillfully avoid Tom's fatal blows every time.

The furniture in the room was shattered during their fight, with debris flying everywhere.

Tom used too much force in one attack and lost his balance.

Gareth took the opportunity to fire a beam of green light, hitting Tom in the chest.

Tom fell to the ground in pain and struggled to stand up, but his severe injuries made it impossible for him to do so.

His wand tumbled to the side, powerless.

Gareth put his foot on Tom's face and Tom looked at him in shock, unable to understand why Gareth could touch his spirit.

He struggled to utter a few words: "There is no way a second-year student can be this strong."

Gareth looked down at Tom mockingly and said coldly: "Do you think I'm just an ordinary second year? You are too naive, Riddle." His tone was full of sarcasm and contempt.

Gareth pulled out the diary where Tom's spirit was stored from his pocket and held it high in his hand.

He waved his wand, and a ball of fire instantly appeared at the tip of the wand.

While burning the diary, Gareth said in a cold tone: "I came to this world just to find someone, and now you are useless, you can die."

Gareth thought that Tom would disappear if he burned the diary. He was admiring his masterpiece with an evil smile on his face.

However, at this moment, Tom Riddle's body began to become transparent, and his voice echoed in the air:

"Do you really think you can destroy me like this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tom disappeared from the spot, leaving Gareth with a look of astonishment.

He stamped his feet in anger, but was unable to recover the prey he had already lost.

The seriously injured Tom fled from the dangerous place, knowing full well that his situation was precarious.

Under the cover of night, he stumbled all the way and finally arrived at Malfoy Manor.

The pain in his body made his consciousness begin to blur, and he felt that his strength was rapidly draining away.

At the gate of the manor, he finally couldn't hold on any longer, the edges of his body began to blur, and his form began to change.

After a painful twist, Tom Riddle's body shrank and turned into a black cat.

Tom, who turned into a black cat, fell at the gate of Malfoy Manor. Sensei, who had just returned home, saw him.

Her gray-blue eyes shrank slightly, revealing a hint of barely perceptible surprise.

Cygnus recognized the black cat that Riddle had transformed into at a glance, and lifted him up by the tail with disgust.

"Oh, look who this is? Our Lord Riddle has turned into a poor black cat."

Cygnus said sarcastically, a sneer on his face.

Tom struggled helplessly, meowing at Cygnus, trying to gain her sympathy.

However, Segnus did not appreciate it at all and carried him back to the room by the tail in disgust.

Cygnus laid Tom on a soft bed, then sat on a chair beside him, looking at him with a scrutinizing gaze.

The look in her eyes made Tom feel uncomfortable, but he couldn't escape it.

Cygnus examined the black cat for a while, then suddenly asked, "Did Gareth Selwyn become your enemy?"

There was a hint of curiosity in her tone.

After hearing this, Tom Riddle combed his hair with his front paws, as if he was sorting out his thoughts.

He nodded, then jumped off the bed, walked to Cygnus' feet, and began to rub her legs coquettishly.

Cygnus couldn't help laughing and she kicked Tom lightly with her foot, trying to drive him away.

However, Tom showed no sign of getting bored and continued to pull at Segnus' legs.

Tom took the opportunity to jump into Cygnus' arms and cling to her warm body.

Segnus was stunned for a moment. She hadn't petted a cat for a long time and was a little overwhelmed by Tom's behavior.

However, Tom's big innocent eyes looked at her, and she couldn't help but stretch out her fingers and gently stroke his head.

Cygnus's touch on Tom brought a strange feeling to his heart, and he found himself finding a little comfort in the witch's arms.

Tom decided that maybe being Cygnus's cat wouldn't be a bad idea. At least in this vulnerable moment, he would have a safe haven.

He thought that when Cygnus took that higher position, as her cat, he would always have the opportunity to catch her off guard, kill her and take her place.

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