[Comprehensive British and American] Painting ghosts

After making the decision to talk about the resurrection stone as soon as possible, Shen Yanzhou found the Dark Lord the next day and had a serious conversation with him in the living room.

"I think it's time for us to talk about the ring." Shen Yanzhou said seriously.

The Dark Lord was a little surprised at first, because Shen Yanzhou almost never took the initiative to look for him, let alone take the initiative to drag him to the living room for a one-on-one conversation, but it turned out that because of this problem, he couldn't help but feel a little unhappy.

He was able to ask Shen Yanzhou to live here, the biggest reliance was that ring, he knew it very well.Now Shen Yanzhou wants to get that ring back, does that mean he wants to leave?

"I've always been curious," the Dark Lord said. "What is the secret of the Gunter family's ring... I don't know how to open this ring, so I hid it."

"But now, I finally know."

Shen Yanzhou was not surprised. With Voldemort's excellent mind, it was too easy to figure out what an object was.

"I've always wanted the Deathly Hallows, and I know it's not just a fairy tale," the Dark Lord continued. "But I didn't expect that I would have one of the three holy artifacts—the resurrection stone."

"But I'm curious, why do you want the resurrection stone, Professor?" the Dark Lord asked. "Do you have anyone you want to resurrect?"

Shen Yanzhou chuckled: "Do you need any other reasons to obtain powerful magic items?"

"For ordinary people, there is really no need." The Dark Lord said. "But you are different."

"What's different about me?" Shen Yanzhou said in a nonchalant tone.

"Because you never wanted anything," said Voldemort in a very affirmative tone. "You are a man who desires nothing...except to paint."

"You don't know me well enough." Shen Yanzhou laughed.

"Who exactly do you want to resurrect?" the Dark Lord asked, his eyes beginning to glow dangerously red again.

He suddenly remembered that he had asked about Shen Yanzhou's family. Since he had a son but no wife, his wife was probably dead.Now the professor desperately wants to get the resurrection stone, is it to resurrect his wife?

Shen Yanzhou noticed that the Dark Lord's pressure had suddenly increased, and he didn't know what kind of nerve this man was getting, so he shook his head: "It has nothing to do with you."

Nothing to do with you.

The magic pressure dissipated immediately, and the Dark Lord smiled softly, and took out the resurrection stone from the wizard robe.

He played with the small black stone with his white fingers. He looked at the resurrection stone in his hand and said softly: "I remember... many years ago, when I was still in the orphanage, I couldn't get enough to eat and wear clothes every day. Not warm, being bullied, being looked down upon, being called a monster..."

"When I was 11, someone took me out of the orphanage and into a whole different world," the Dark Lord continued. "That day, I had my first real lesson."

He raised his head to meet Shen Yanzhou's eyes, and said with a smile: "Professor, do you still remember those gadgets that were confiscated by you back then?"

Shen Yanzhou frowned, recalling the events of that year, after all, 18 years had passed, and it was already very vague to him.

"It doesn't matter if you don't remember," said the Dark Lord. "At that time I was very weak and I didn't know how to get back what was robbed, but it's different now."

His gaze suddenly became paranoid and crazy: "I am stronger than before... I am countless times stronger, so I can take away their things from others...but they can't take it back."

He raised the resurrection stone in his hand: "Just like it is now, Professor."

Shen Yanzhou looked at the person in front of him, feeling very tired.

"However, I will definitely return it to the professor." The Dark Lord said, his tone much softer. "As long as the professor wants something, I will give it."

Shen Yanzhou looked at him with a complicated expression, and he remembered what he had done back then—he confiscated the things Tom had snatched from children in other orphanages.Maybe it was that time that caused the young child to have a psychological shadow. So, this child has his own responsibility for becoming what he is now?

Thinking of this, Shen Yanzhou's expression softened involuntarily.

"Tom, you are already strong enough." Shen Yanzhou said. "Strength doesn't have to be proven by hurting others."

"Not enough," said Voldemort. "Professor, can I ask you a question?"

"what is the problem?"

"Why have you not changed at all after more than ten years? Are you still the same as 20 years ago?" Voldemort asked.

He has never seen a third person other than Shen Yanzhou and his son who can keep their appearance unchanged for 20 years.

"..." Shen Yanzhou was silent for a while, and used the excuse he had said countless times: "I am a wizard from the East... Unlike you, our physique is very special."

"Is it immortal?" asked the Dark Lord.

Shen Yanzhou looked at Voldemort quite vigilantly, and said, "The laws of nature will not allow the existence of the immortal. We just age very slowly."

The Dark Lord was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled: "Professor, I actually found a way to live forever."

Shen Yanzhou was stunned: "What?"

"The solution to immortality," the Dark Lord repeated. "Have you ever heard of Horcruxes?"

"..." Shen Yanzhou thought of the extremely evil black magic that he had seen in "Explore the Secret of Cutting-Edge Black Magic" more than ten years ago, splitting souls to create Horcruxes. "It's an evil black magic."

"Evil?" Voldemort smiled mockingly. "The so-called evil, who can tell what the boundary is? Most people just call the things they dare not do or do not know how to do. Evil."

"You mean, you made a Horcrux?" Shen Yanzhou asked.

"I've been experimenting with Horcruxes since I was a student," said Voldemort. "Although it is indeed useful, there are also some small side effects... So I recovered the Horcrux later, and there is only... one Horcrux left." He deliberately missed one.

Been making Horcruxes since you were a student?

Shen Yanzhou suddenly remembered the murder at Hogwarts when Tom was in fifth grade.He seemed to have suddenly realized something, and froze in place, quickly sorting out all the clues about the murder in his mind.

He slowly stood up from the sofa, his voice trembling with anger and confusion:

"You killed Myrtle Warren?"

Voldemort was also stunned. He didn't expect that Shen Yanzhou could connect these two things in such a short period of time, nor did he expect that he would have such a big reaction.

"Myrtle Warren?" The Dark Lord also frowned. "Why does the professor think so?"

Everything is connected.Shen Yanzhou looked at Voldemort and felt chills all over his body.

He killed Myrtle Warren, that's why he appeared at the scene of the crime so timely and saved himself; that's why he perjured himself without any psychological burden, and made another student a scapegoat.

The shyness of the little witch stammering suddenly became clear in her already blurred memory. She said she was afraid and hoped that the professor could protect her and send her back to the lounge.

A girl who came to him for protection was murdered by one of his own students.

That's just a kid.

This kind of cognition made him feel dizzy, and the pale corpse of Myrtle Warren appeared in front of him clearly, as if questioning him:

"That's how you protect me? Let your students kill me easily?"

"How did you manage to do it?" Shen Yanzhou asked.

"..." Voldemort was silent for a while, then shook his head: "These are not important anymore."

Indeed, the life of an ordinary female student is nothing compared to the countless adults who died at the hands of the Dark Lord.

"You killed Mettle Warren, completed a murder, and then made a Horcrux." Shen Yanzhou said softly, and the Dark Lord remained silent, without rebuttal.

"After doing so much evil, why on earth can you still maintain such an indifferent attitude?" Shen Yanzhou's eyes became more and more cold. "In your eyes, is the life of others just to pave the way for yourself?"

Tian Yanbi quickly poked him: "You are doing serious business! Don't worry about these for now!"

"Shut up!" Shen Yanzhou said.

Tian Yan was stunned, but he didn't say anything more.He could feel that Shen Yanzhou's emotions were on the verge of losing control.

Shen Yanzhou suddenly chuckled, with endless self-mockery in his laughter: "He is really a good student of mine."

He looked around at the paintings hanging on the wall of the room: "You are really outstanding, so outstanding. It was because of your talent and talent that I took a fancy to back then. How ironic, but now I hate your talent so much."

A good child, why did he become like this?He also tried his best to teach, and he taught all his knowledge. Why did it end like this?

Shen Yanzhou's eyes touched the most conspicuous painting, the bamboo on the painting was so familiar, it was the only work written by himself, and it was also the only painting he gave to his students.

He walked up to the painting, took it down, looked down at the contents of the painting, and said, "You are simply a hopeless monster——I really regret my original decision."

The Dark Lord suddenly raised his head and looked at Shen Yanzhou: "Professor—"

Tian Yanbi also sensed something was wrong, and shouted loudly in his brain: "Shen Yanzhou, don't be impulsive!"

"Now, you are not my student." Shen Yanzhou looked at Voldemort without any emotion in his eyes.

"No!"

In the scarlet eyes of the Dark Demon King that were about to drip blood, Shen Yanzhou tore the painting in his hand into two and threw it on the ground.

At that moment, his soul seemed to be torn open, and there was a stabbing pain in his chest, and the smell of rust and blood spread in his throat and mouth.

That's his Horcrux.

That is his soul.