war and peace

It's been two weeks since school started.

The Savior was indeed very skeptical at first, from his new classmates to his new professor.Voldemort thought, this can only prove that the IQ of the savior is still floating around the average line, after all, whoever is in the position of the savior will be worried.But he didn't make any substantive actions, and he was very cautious even when he looked secretly.Of course he knew that Harry was looking for the diadem, but obviously, that thing was already in his own hands.

Retrieving his crown soul piece was on Voldemort's schedule, but the process of soul fusion would leave him somewhat weakened both magically and physically.This period of time has gradually shortened as the integrity of his soul has improved, from more than a year at the beginning to the current three months.He originally planned to be more cautious, at least start to act after finding out about Dumbledore and other situations in Hogwarts, so the summer vacation was spent on other things.

The facts that happened proved that there was indeed no major problem.Everything in the class is normal, and the design has a relationship with Hermione (Tom has shown a trait that he knows more than all the students from the beginning, and Hermione will naturally take the initiative), except for one thing - Voldemort searched all over the castle , and no abnormalities were found.

This is simply more irritating than the endless stream of childish thoughts flooding my head.Voldemort always thought that if he could successfully sneak into Hogwarts, he could find out the reason for the weird last battle.He didn't expect it to be easy, but at least it wasn't so untraceable—he tried all the detection spells, magic traps, etc. he knew, but none of them could discover the secrets deep in the castle.

In this way, only one of Voldemort's two options remained viable - soul fusion.This is indeed not easy to say, in addition to having to endure the screaming pain, he has to find a reason for each of his two identities.It was easier on Tom's side, he directly designed an accident (he cast a confusion spell on the school's old comet broom), as long as Hermione believed it was enough; A magic trap old enough to be set up in the office of the professor of defense against magic, falsely claiming that he accidentally fell into it.Anyway, the most painful process of soul fusion probably lasted all night, and as long as he used Occlumency afterwards, Dumbledore would not be able to find anything abnormal.Who would have thought he had seriously injured himself by not wanting to go to class?

Therefore, when Harry found out that Neville's parents were not dead and rushed to the school library to look for the "Daily Prophet", Voldemort was already ready and was about to start the fusion of the penultimate Horcrux.The Savior has realized the difference, but he still hopes to avoid a greater sacrifice by chance, but his premise cannot be fulfilled, and all scattered Horcruxes have been recovered by himself.At the earliest time, Voldemort completely scoffed at the idea of ​​the savior; but now, he doesn't want to express any opinion on it--by Christmas this year, he will definitely give the savior a detailed enough Occlumency tutorial!In fact, he could honestly assure him that he had waited a very long time for this excuse.

The preparation of the excuse went very well.Voldemort had picked a weekend night to start, so he could be in relatively good shape for the rest of the Hogwarts staff in the wee hours of Monday morning.As for why it was night, it was just in case—if his Occlumency went wrong at that time, the sleeping Savior would think he was having a nightmare, and the awake ones would be less fooled.Besides, he was hoping to deliver some false news to the Savior, and in that case it would be nice not to leak the real news from his side.

Then there is the location.Voldemort could have chosen the Chamber of Secrets, but instead of preparing a secret location himself, he might as well just use a ready-made one - the Room of Requirement is open for anyone who needs it at any time.

The last thing is implementation.Voldemort knew this process beyond familiarity - anyone who repeated the experience five times would know it as well as he did.He went through that pain all over again and couldn't imagine that he actually made it through.However, it was just that he had walked on the wrong path before, and he couldn't complain now.

By the time Voldemort woke up from the coma, the candle had been burned out, and it was dark all around.He tried to move, and the silver shackles made a clashing sound, and at the same time, there was severe pain in his limbs.Voldemort, in this case, reached for the wand that had been kept beside the bed early in the morning, unlocked it for himself, and relit a new candle.

By the glimmer of the flames, Voldemort could see deep bony marks on his wrists and ankles, and bright red blood still bubbling out, covering the previously dried blood, and then slipping to the ground.He looked back at the shackles fastened to the bed, stained with old and new blood.This method can prevent him from doing unexpected things when his consciousness is out of control-because he doesn't need any accidents.He touched the wound with his wand, and the marks disappeared from him almost immediately.

It looked as though his limbs were nearly broken.And since he had to fuse his soul, the level of healing magic has also increased day by day... Voldemort thought to himself in his heart.

It was almost dawn by this time.Voldemort sat back on the bed, staring blankly at the tall, empty room, thinking about what expression he was going to show Dumbledore next.The feeling of intelligence coming back to him was so good, he could think of a hundred or eighty reasons in an instant.Just when he selected one of them, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

The stony ground under his feet was clean, without any traces.

But this is impossible?He made a lot of blood on the ground before, but now they are all gone...

Voldemort narrowed his eyes. He didn't think it was an illusion, but it was easy to verify.He stretched out his arm, drew a gash with his wand, and watched as the blood dripped to the ground.This time he saw it, very clearly.

Those drops of blood that fell to the ground did not evaporate and dry as usual, but turned into bright red very thin streams as if they had a life of their own, and slowly drilled into the texture of the rock.Its speed is not slow, if you don't pay attention, it seems to be absorbed by the ground in an instant.

This is not normal...impossible...

Why blood?Not water or other liquids?Going one step further, why his blood?

his blood...

Voldemort stood up abruptly.He realized he had missed a crucial point.

Voldemort thought it was a dream until he stood under the high portico that led to the magnificent Hall of the Jewels.It never occurred to him that there was a bigger secret under the secret room, but he hadn't even noticed it.When he was studying at Hogwarts, it took a lot of effort to find the secret room, but there was no problem after entering the secret room.Now he couldn't help but think that if he had been a little more reckless and aggressive, he might have been able to see the abnormality from the blood on the ground, and thus find the real secret room.

The secret room of the secret room is a standard Latin cross configuration. The two short arms are the bedroom and the bathroom. Generally, there is only a very gorgeous wide armchair at the front end of the priest's sermon, and the back end (that is, when he came in at the beginning). The other end) is a long hall.Voldemort walked lightly inside, and soon found something he was interested in - a family crest he had only seen in history books, shelves full of ancient books on dark magic and potions.

Judging from the names on the spine, he must have discovered a large collection of ancient magic and potions that have been lost, even before Hogwarts was founded.At least he picked out one at random, and discovered that it subverts the current conventional wisdom of transfiguration—it can make people maintain human thinking and speaking abilities when transforming into animals.Of course, this must rely on powerful magic power. Voldemort is convinced that even if it is spread, there will not be more than ten wizards in the world today who can learn it.And another handwritten notebook records how Parselmouth domesticated dangerous snakes, such as basilisks, and even a full version of the changeling potion - no doubt written by Slytherin.

Very good, he has a lot to do next.Voldemort put down the book in his hand and continued to look around.The decorations in the bedroom are magnificent and magnificent, which is by no means comparable to that of the last down and out Gaunt family.His eyes flicked over the fireplace and the mirror above it, over the silver sprig of rosemary in the corner, and fell on a hand-painted portrait.

There was a picture of a middle-aged duke and his wife on it.Voldemort walked over slowly, studying the two men carefully.The man's crown and attire say exactly who he is, and the woman's attire matches exactly.But Voldemort wasn't concerned with that.His hair was like a combination of the two... his eyes were nothing like that, probably all from his terrible Muggle father... his face didn't have any resemblance at all, but when his soul was refused, it seemed getting closer...

Voldemort snapped back, finally realizing what he was doing.He saw the signature under the portrait at a glance, so he subconsciously looked for similarities between himself and his ancestors.He thought that this kind of thing would only happen when the savior faced the relatives in the Mirror of Erised, but he didn't expect to do it himself...

"You don't need to feel sorry for this, kid." A voice suddenly came from behind him.

In almost half a second, Voldemort had turned around and was in a guarded position with his wand in his hand.When he came in, he didn't find any breath of a living person. How did this sound come from?But when he took a closer look, he found that his judgment was not wrong-his yew wand was facing a pearly white apparition.And if you look carefully, you will find that this ghost is young and handsome, almost like the man in the portrait when he was young... No, not in his youthful state, but his son.

"...Salazar Slytherin?" Voldemort began, feeling his voice was difficult.He is almost certain that this is the reason why his ancestor, one of the Big Four when Hogwarts was founded, his blood flowed to this chamber through the castle stones, and the earliest reason why he would return to the cause before things started.

The ghost nodded, not seeming to mind his rudeness one bit. "You're smart," he said, and then came back to the topic, "It's an emotion that everyone feels, not that you think like someone." He gave Voldemort a deep look, "Of course, it's not a weak emotion that must be eliminated."

Voldemort pursed his lips.He didn't speak, just put down the wand in his hand.The other party could clearly see through his thoughts, his Occlumency didn't work on his ancestors, whether it was because of blood relationship or some other magic he didn't know about.That being the case, it was ridiculous for him to act like that.

"Very good." Slytherin studied his face carefully. "Now for a formal self-introduction. Salazar Slytherin," he bowed slightly, gracefully, "a ghost awakened by your blood again."