Tom Riddle's milky white body fluttered, and the doubts in Aven's heart grew stronger. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He actually said that when he was made, he didn't know the specific production method of the Horcrux, and he didn't know how to split the soul, so how did he come out?

But one thing is certain, this Horcrux is odd.

"Professor Raghorn liked me very much, he gave me a lot of privileges and help, he ...... Okay, let's talk about Horcruxes. Riddle said, carefully dodging the Gryffindor sword aimed at him, and slowly moving to the ring inside the cabinet, "My appearance was an accident, I am not a Horcrux in the strict sense of the word, or rather, I am a special Horcrux, because my appearance was not planned and was not made according to normal methods. ”

"What do you mean?"

"As you know, I was looking for a way to make a Horcrux, and I had a couple of key issues that I hadn't figured out yet, including how to split my own soul, though I had some guesses. "But I didn't want to start making my first Horcrux so soon, firstly, I didn't find the right one, and secondly, I didn't want to do it right under Dumbledore's eyes, that would be stupid, wasn't it?"

Evan replied with silence, but he agreed with Riddle's idea.

Although Dumbledore was not the Headmaster at the time, he was already recognized as the strongest wizard.

It might be possible to use a little trick under his watchful eye to form your own forces, after all, this is a Slytherin tradition.

However, it would be too risky to make a Horcrux for such an evil magical research, and if it was exposed, it would be doomed.

That being said, Evan knew that Riddle had succeeded in the end!

Both the ring and the diary were made when he was a student, when he was only fifteen or sixteen years old.

Of course, he stopped after that, as he had aroused Dumbledore's suspicions.

"I didn't have that many ideas at the time, which may be ridiculous to say, but I just wanted to stay at Hogwarts, after all, it was the first place I could call home. Riddle paused before continuing, "Just the year I was in the fifth grade, I got the information that Professor Meleth of the Defence Against the Dark Arts was retiring, and he was already in a big grade, having served in this position for fifty years. If I could, I would like to be able to take his place. ”

"You're off topic again!" Evan reminded, "I'm not at all interested in what your dreams are. ”

Whether what Riddle said was true or not, it was what he thought when he was fifteen, and it didn't make any sense to know about it.

Their real trouble now is Voldemort, who is torn apart and joined forces with evil gods, not Tom Riddle, a fifteen-year-old boy with great ambitions and ready to do something big, and his ideas are undoubtedly ridiculous.

History has proven that he did not succeed in getting that position, and Dumbledore turned him down.

"Do you know why I hate communicating with imps like you?" Riddle said disdainfully, "impatient......

"You're not much older than me. Evan retorted.

"My actual age is more than enough to be your grandparents, don't think of me as a little ghost like you. ”

"Obviously, if you count the more than half a century you've spent in a drawer, it's a lot bigger than me, and it's been a very colorful life experience. Evan said, pointing the Gryffindor sword in his hand at the other party, "I must remind you again, and one last time, that the imp in your mouth can decide whether you need to exist or not, and I really don't have much patience, please don't challenge unless you want to try if the Gryffindor sword is as sharp as the legend." ”

"What the hell do you want to know?" Riddle's face darkened again.

"Go ahead and talk about your body, which is how this Horcrux was made. Evan said, pointing to the ring inside the cabinet with his sword, "Since you didn't have the specific method of splitting souls and making Horcruxes, how did you get made?"

"I just said that I can split the soul through evil deeds, maybe I'm too evil. Riddle burst into a strange laugh, as if amused by his own answer, "Yes, it must be so, is there anything more evil than killing my own father with my own hands, and ending the filthy Muggle with whom I am related? ”

Evan frowned, is this the specific process? The act of killing his own father caused the soul to split automatically?

It's evil, and it sounds a lot like it, but it's a little weird.

If it were that simple, Horcruxes would be everywhere!

Nowhere is this more evident than Barty Crouch Jr., who adored Voldemort to the point of madness.

As a result, he also killed his own father with his own hands, which made him feel that he and Voldemort had something in common, but his soul was not divided.

Could it be that he is not as evil as Tom Riddle when he was fifteen years old, and that he does not hate his father as much as Riddle?

It simply doesn't make sense, Barty Crouch Jr. is a pure pervert.

In terms of the degree of evil, although there is no way to compare, he is definitely not weaker than the fifteen-year-old Riddle.

"You're not telling the truth!" said Aven, looking Riddle in the eye, "don't think I don't understand anything. ”

Rarely, Tom Riddle avoided Aven's gaze, not at all like him.

"You're a lot tougher than I thought!" his voice quickly calmed down, "I originally planned to use Dumbledore as a bargaining chip for these things, but now it seems that I have to say that it is the jewel on the ring, that is, the resurrection stone in your mouth, it has a special power, a very special power......"

"Resurrection Stones don't split people's souls!"

"It won't, but it can make you see death. ”

"Death?!"

"yes, that's what he calls himself. This resurrection stone and ring combined to form a strange magic, not a magic I could understand. "That night, it took me to the land of the dead, where I met a lot of people, my father, my mother, my maternal grandfather, and the Grim Reaper, and when I came back, a part of my soul was left there forever and never to return to my body, which is who you see now." ”

Evan looked at him, his eyebrows furrowed upward, and it sounded like the most absurd of novels.

He had never heard of the resurrection stone having this kind of power, at least not in the original book.

"It's incredible, isn't it? But I'm telling the truth this time, there's magic on the ring that I don't understand. ”

"Even if what you say is true, don't tell me that you didn't ...... research"

"Research?" Riddle asked, with a sneer on his face, "to study what?Death, or my mother?" You don't understand what I saw at the time, and the world of the Grim Reaper can never be imagined......"