[HP] Seven Nights Talk

September [-], [-].

Among the bustling send-off crowd, Tom arrived at platform nine and three-quarters alone.Everything was strange, but he didn't show any discomfort.In fact, the shabby Muggle clothes, handsome face and overly calm demeanor were so out of place in him that many people noticed him.

But they didn't know that in the depths of his box lay a Hogwarts school uniform robe and vest.Tom took them almost without hesitation, and he threw the trophies in the original carton into the trash.

Although Tom kept reminding himself in his heart that he could not easily believe a stranger's words, he found that his behavior had subconsciously implied his own bias.And he could almost foresee that this bias would become more and more serious in the days to come, almost a kind of paranoia—after personally verifying that Harry was not lying.

Like Harry said, he was indeed born a wizard, and he was destined to go to Hogwarts.Moreover, a wizard who is powerful enough and evil is naturally talented enough to be praised by all the teachers without much effort.Only Transfiguration teacher Dumbledore rated him conservatively, but he didn't care.

In fact, Tom could hardly care less about anything else.He has too many things to do, such as his life experience.Because he already knows a few keywords, it is more convenient for him to find information.Although the Gaunt family has declined, as long as there is a little clue, he can find out all the past, down to the descendants of Slytherin.

Of course, this level of information is certainly not enough to convince others, but he has a unique advantage - he can speak Parseltongue.In this way, he only needs to pretend to show this talent inadvertently, and deny it with an unclear attitude when others discuss this topic.People will be more convinced that this is the truth, and it will be exaggerated, which is what he expected.

Tom initially built his empire in his second year, and many senior Slytherin students followed his lead.Of course, language alone cannot completely establish prestige, and he planned a few more incidents, just like when he was in the orphanage.He enjoyed being feared and subdued, and he could have been more terrifying, but there was always a concern in his mind—the professors wouldn't find proof, he was convinced; but what if Harry knew...?This is quite possible because Harry knows more than anyone else.

So although Tom didn't want to admit it, he did leave enough room for maneuver. His powerful magic power, superb leadership skills and ability to manipulate people's hearts are enough to make up for this gap.

Maybe that was what Harry was after, Tom thought afterward.Once a person has something to worry about, he can't do things as he wants.Although he never said it, he did always care about Harry, worried that what he did now would make Harry treat him like everyone else in the future.Maybe he can do something to hide himself, but if it will be exposed in the future, who knows?Also, Harry had chosen to tell him the truth; maybe not all of it, but that was only because there wasn't enough time.He will never forget the people who treat him well...

Based on a similar psychology, Tom also looked up the family tree of the surname Potter.He was not surprised to find that among all the living Potters, there was not a single one named Harry.Maybe Harry didn't tell him the exact date for a reason, to save him from doing something crazy for him in the future.

Reason... that word is what Tom says to himself most when he wants to do something irreparable.For example, when he found the Chamber of Secrets and found a thousand-year-old basilisk inside, he had to suppress his ecstasy and desire—let it go out, boasting of his strength and proving that he was indeed the heir of Slytherin.

It's a tough thing to do because it's the absolute most valid argument.But at the same time, Tom also knew that the basilisk was a very lethal creature.For Parseltongues, it's a helper; for everyone else, it's an unsettling danger.If the basilisk killed someone at the school...

Tom didn't think of the consequences at first except for the murder to happen.He wanted to think it over a few times before making a decision, but after two days, he realized that if he did, he would be in danger of coming sooner than Harry knew - the whole school could be affected by a terrorist incident , and he can't confess that he did it, so he can't stay in school.If that's the case, it's not worth the cost; he doesn't want to go back to the orphanage, not at all.

Therefore, Tom temporarily closed the entrance to the secret room.He figured he should deal with this when he was more capable and able to control the damage the basilisk dealt.At least until graduation, when he no longer needs Hogwarts as a safe haven...

Tom was two years away from graduating when this decision was made.Even so, he is no longer comparable to other fifth graders.His insanity technique was already showing results, and he could masterfully tamper with other people's memories, as well as many other magics that his students probably hadn't even heard of.To be honest, although he hasn't tried it yet, he feels that his magic is strong enough to cast the unforgivable curse (of course, enough cruelty has never been a problem for him), and the ability to attack means self-preservation in a way ability.It was time, he thought, to meet the person Harry had told him not to act too aggressively.

So, that summer, Tom went to Little Hangleton and got the gold ring.Of course, the process is not difficult, but it cannot be said to be above board.He just got another wand beforehand, magically got Morfin Gaunt to say the bit of his past that needed to be checked, and then passed out—he took the ring, the one he thought he deserved thing.And too much alcohol poisoned Morfin's mind, so that he couldn't remember anything after waking up, thinking that the person who did it was another Tom—the Muggle Tom who lived in the biggest house in Little Hangleton, The Muggles he hated most.

So what happened next was quite logical—morfin woke up and took his wand and rushed into the Riddle House, furiously attacking all the Muggles present, while the Riddle family was having dinner.In fact, Morfin was seen by other Muggles halfway, but no one wanted to stop him, or remind the Riddles or anything-the three Riddles were not very popular in the village; worse than one.

But they were lucky.Because the alcohol emptied Morfin's body as it emptied his mind, so that his dark magic spells didn't quite work.When the staff from the Ministry of Magic arrived, they found that things had become too much trouble—half of the house collapsed, three Muggles were seriously injured, and the entire Muggles in Little Hangleton were also alarmed.

This incident was defined as a major magical accident, and the director of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters resigned as a result.Morfin, who was identified as the culprit, was sentenced to lifelong jj without any surprise.And he thought he had killed the Riddle family, and those fatal spells had overdrawn his remaining strength, and he died the second day after returning to Azkaban.

The sixth grade had already started when Tom found out.He didn't feel much about Morfin's death, but regretted that the three Riddles still in St. Mungo's were dying.That's the kind of guy he is; if he thinks someone has to pay, it's hard for them to get his forgiveness.

But Tom didn't intend to make up the last knife himself, because he had already begun to think about other things.He spent the rest of his summer vacation studying the Horcruxes, and found that there was no difficulty in the process, except for one step where he couldn't make up his mind.Making a Horcrux requires murder, and if one does it, there is no turning back.

It would be too light to say that his hesitation was only because he had promised Harry.But there is no doubt that he was indeed affected.Like the basilisk, he finally decided to think about it a little longer.

Is there really magic that can transcend the limit of time, is there really magic that can escape the cycle of death?Did no one succeed in the past because they were limited, or because it was simply false?Or maybe there are more dangerously unknown results after that that can't be verified because no one has gotten that far?Or, is this the source of his future as a dark wizard beyond the definition of evil?

Looking at the words recorded in the diary, Voldemort looked calm.He remembered that he was still in that nihilistic realm one moment ago, but the next moment he saw a familiar diary.It looked like it had aged, but not shabby yet.This one is dated September [-], [-], and the ink marks are fresh.The last question mark was blurred out due to excessive force, but the pen was still in his hand.

He actually came back, at the moment he expected.

Voldemort put down his pen and looked around.He was in the empty Slytherin common room, and the hands on the clock showed that it was getting late.It all looked familiar, because he remembered this moment so clearly—if that was the case, he was about to sneak out the door with his journal in hand, to the Room of Requirement to begin his first soul split.

But no murder could offer him a medium now... Voldemort raised his left hand.The black gemstone ring was being worn on it, glowing mysteriously under the green light of the stone basin on top.He looked at it for a few seconds, then put it down again, and started flipping through his diary.The more he turned, the weirder his expression became, until a certain page stopped - that was the first day Harry appeared in his life.Then he closed his eyes slightly and began to meditate.

After realizing that the entire seven-year request was basically a lie from the god of death, he no longer had any expectations of the god of death.In fact, the god of death actually fulfilled his wish this time—going back to before his first soul split.Of course, other people's opinions or death can't affect him at that time, he only cares about himself.

Now, though, Voldemort had to admit that it had started better than he had imagined, at least for Harry.The previous things were affected by Harry and could be turned around; while the latter things were controlled by him, and there would definitely be the future Harry envisioned.

In seven nights, save the world.

Only Harry himself... Voldemort frowned slightly.Harry had been with him until he had just come back here; but not now, because Harry wasn't supposed to be born yet.

"More than 50 years." Voldemort whispered to himself. "I hope Harry can wait there in time." Then he closed the diary and turned to the stairs leading to the dormitory. "It's getting late, it's time to go to bed."

"What are you sleeping on now? Hurry up and find a way to get me out!" Harry followed closely behind him, quite indignant. "I do look forward to a better future, but no one told me, I have to watch it happen in a ghost state!"

"I can fix it, but not now." Voldemort turned around, raising an eyebrow at him. "Isn't that what you've been saying all the time - goodnight is the way to go, huh?"

Harry stared.How did he fall in love with this narrow-minded Dark Lord? !

"It's for your own good." Voldemort said again, quite meaningfully: "I suggest you enjoy the last sense of security in your life, otherwise you will have no chance in the future."

The author has something to say: Here comes the final chapter!There is also a little side story, the day when the customization is opened, it will be put in the author of this chapter to have something to say~