[Comprehensive] Funny than a miracle!

London, September 1943.

Tom took a deep breath, and gripped the black-covered notebook with convulsive fingers.

This is the Room of Requirement, quiet, empty, and empty of anyone.Nagini lay obediently at his feet, the body of the snake as thick as a child shrunk into a circle, and its beautiful scales shone brightly in the dim candlelight.

"Killing—by killing one can split the soul."

There was an unnatural crimson in Tom's eyes, like rivers of bubbling blood--full of power but bubbling, like the eerie silence of a volcano before a volcanic eruption, whose mere glance is enough to make one Couldn't help shaking.

He took another deep, deep breath, and put the black notebook in his hand on the table in front of him.

【Tom, what are you doing? 】

Nagini rolled lazily on the ground, then slapped the floor with his tail.

Tom didn't answer her, or he wouldn't listen to anyone at this time.Next to the notebook is the magic book that he has read so much that he can almost memorize it.

This book is a bit worn and yellowed, and it can be seen that the parchment has been around for quite a while.The book is not very thick, and it has been worn down due to too many times of flipping through it.

The candlelight silently shone on its cover, and there were only a few handwritten letters without any aesthetic feeling on it——

"Horcruxes".

Splitting the soul, even if it dies, it can be resurrected on another soul-this is the explanation about Horcruxes.

The split inspiration includes the caster's memory and personality, and the more split the Horcrux is, the less complete the caster's soul will be.

[Ah... you don't talk again?Ever since Yunfeng left, you've become less and less willing to talk to me~]

Nagini flipped through it again, she was about to reach the molting period and was a little restless: 【Where did Yunfeng go?There are not as many red snake fruits as before...Although I also like to eat meat~]

[Maybe he's dead. 】

Tom Riddle answered her in a casual tone, and then began to silently recite some uncommon and difficult spells.

【ah?I quite like him. 】

The snake's memory was not very good, and soon Nagini forgot what he had just said: [Also, I heard they call you LORD, isn't your name Tom? 】

No one paid any attention to her, Nagini continued to roll on the floor lonely: 【So boring~ shedding skin is so annoying and itchy~】

At first, the black and green light circled slowly around the young man, and finally they all swam away quickly as if they had suddenly rioted—the malicious light seemed to imprison Tom. activities, with excruciating pain and the illusion of a world out of place.This kind of pain reaching the bone marrow made Tom almost unable to bear to cry out.

It hurts so much, it's as if the brain is being violently stirred by something sharp - spreading from the brain to the limbs, even the bones seem to be crushed!

Tom gripped his wand firmly with one hand, and dug his nails into his palm with the other, sweat dripping down his face and seeping onto the floor in big puddles.

However, even though he felt such pain that almost made people want to die, he was still persistent, chanting those complicated spells in a voice that was so small that he could barely hear it.

『It is foolish to put so much expectation and hatred on other people. 』

It really hurts.

Obviously, it was a very, very critical moment, but Tom seemed to devote a little energy to thinking wildly. While thinking that the pain like a knife was unbearable, he also thought of his friend who had been missing for a long time— —Even at this time, he was still chanting these spells as if instinctively.

"Because you are too busy." 』

Tom felt that his memory was a little confused, and those things before the second grade came like a tide - a lonely room, a building so tall that you can barely see the top, the nasty smell of gin, and those trivial things. The jeers of the devil's child, the devil's child, the devil's child...

Tom Marvolo Riddle - you child of the devil.

"Although you are still a sophomore in high school, but you speak for me... well, thank you. 』

Then there was Hogwarts, Dumbledore, the huge dining room and the dirty Sorting Hat, the burning Slytherin lounge... so much that it made his head ache.

Tom gasped for breath, and found himself in a small room--with pale whitewashed walls, a bed and a table standing alone in the room, a gray sky outside the windows, Quietly almost dying, while Tom looked at everything around him with eyes almost terrified.

This is Wall Orphanage.

Didn't I already leave... Didn't I already leave here...!

His mind went blank, and almost instantly he felt something rest on top of his head.

"Oh . . . a boy of strong blood—Slytherin will make you successful, no doubt—Slytherin!" 』

The sorting hat shouted out quickly, and Tom looked blankly at the densely packed students and the shining torches below.

And among the crowd of freshmen who moved their heads, he still saw the boy who was looking at him and laughing.

"I will reach unprecedented heights, magic is my power - do you believe it? 』

"How could I know such a thing. 』

The chaotic and complicated memories hit him like a tide, and the boy's figure disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Missing...seems to be a magical accident? 』

"But magical creatures appear in the Muggle world—is it bad luck? 』

Then there is Hogwarts again, the long and endless restricted area, disappointment over and over again.Tom stumbled and walked among the sea of ​​books, and immediately saw the book that he would never forget for the rest of his life.

The moment he reached out and pulled out the book "Horcrux"——

"finished."

He heard his own voice.

The voice was trembling and uncontrollably excited, high-pitched and un-his—but it was unmistakably his.

Tom felt his blood run cold, and then he continued to hear his own voice: "It's done - split the soul, get immortality - this is immortality!"

Like him, but not like him.

Tom couldn't see his face, and the scenery around him flashed and galloped away as quickly as his thoughts wandered.And his face was so pale that it could almost be described as pale.

"who are you?"

He asked, and at some point there was a wand in his hand.Looking at the black hole-like scenery around him, he asked loudly.

"I am Lord Voldemort," the voice came from all directions, with an indescribable arrogance, "you are my Horcrux—the first Horcrux."

For the first time, Tom felt a dizzying sense of confusion, followed by an unbelievable fear: "Horcrux...you made me into a Horcrux?"

too weird.

It's really weird, it's obviously one person, but it seems to be two independent individuals.

Then, as if to make himself more convinced, a young man appeared in front of Tom—he had the same black hair as himself, and there was an unconcealable violence in his dark red eyes: "That's right—you are my soul." Qi, don’t you actually have this self-awareness?”

It’s ridiculous.

This is just... ridiculous.

Obviously——Obviously I am—I am—Obviously it should be me...

He couldn't help taking a step back, and then suddenly remembered what Yunfeng had said to him.

"I don't have many lines that I can speak very well, but there is one line that is widely spread in the game——"

Yunfeng told him while sitting on the table at that time, and he thought about it for a long time when he said this sentence.

Those who fight monsters must be careful not to become monsters themselves.

When you gaze into the abyss for a long time, the abyss will also see you through.

"When you realize—maybe you've already been swallowed by the abyss, right? 』

"So play games to prevent addiction-hey, why beat me up! ! 』

wrong.

None of this is right.

Tom took a deep breath and forced himself to be quiet: "Okay, I'm... a Horcrux—so, do you remember what happened before?"

The young man frowned slightly.

"Just some unimportant memories—so you think they're important?"

Tom: "..."

"Is it important?"

"..."

"It's just a Horcrux, what right do you have to question me?"

"...So you really forgot what happened before, right?"

Tom began to clench his wand and consider whether it was possible to give him a one-hit Avada here.

"...Only a vague memory."

The young man pursed his lips, obviously he was not used to his "past self".

"Where is Yunfeng? Do you remember?"

"……no impression."

Tom choked.

It seemed that some iron block was stuck in his throat: "He is...my friend."

Even though he disappeared without any warning at that time, even though he kept so many secrets without telling him, even though he always made himself so angry that he had no choice but to beat him up, even if no one remembers him now it's -

[Maybe he's dead. 】

I still consider him my only friend.

The young man raised his eyebrows and remained silent for a while, and finally just whispered: "I have no impression."

Those things in the past have all become a pale past in his memory.

"You are Tom Marvolo Riddle, and I am Lord Voldemort. Memories belonging to Tom Riddle are useless."

As the young man said so, his figure slowly disappeared in Tom's world.Tom wanted to step forward and tell him he was wrong - but in an instant he was alone around.

Voldemort closed the diary, and then put it back inside his robe—he didn't look any different from before, and even his spirit was much better than before, and the great joy that filled his heart kept him His pale face was stained with a blush, which made him look even a little more human.

[Nagini. 】As he hissed, Nagini crawled to his side along his hand, Tom reached out and stroked its snake, and then licked his dry lips.

[What's the matter Tom? 】

[Don't call me that name anymore. 】

【Eh?Can't we call it that?I remember someone called it that—for example, Yunfeng! 】

[Don't call me that, because no one will call me that. 】

Saying so, he let Nagini do as he pleased.And he himself came out of the Room of Requirement, through the countless corridors and stairs of Hogwarts.

All the Slytherins bowed to him and whispered "lord" along the way.

The soft light shone on his face, but no one looked up into his eyes.

Who else would call him that name?

"What's the point of respecting you if everyone fears you. 』

The past time, including all the joy and anger, has been abandoned by him.

Volume three and three weeks: I'm just here to make soy sauce