"Down, down......" Ron shuddered as he flinched back and shouted palely, "You're Tom Riddle!"

Ron was all too familiar with Tom Riddle in front of him, and he spent more than half of his nightmarish sophomore years dealing with him.

In the end, he controlled and released the basilisk and did so many terrible things.

In a sense, Tom Riddle is even more terrifying than Voldemort.

"You know me? Looks like you've been in contact with the other me. Riddle said, looking at Ron, "It's not surprising, I feel the power from the Being, and not long ago, you came into contact with him, and the magical power he left in you awakened me. ”

"Wake up, wake up ......," Ron said with a shudder.

"That's right, right here, just four years ago, I entered your body, but I haven't been able to contact you. In those long years, I didn't get anything to replenish, I was weak, the magic of the Philosopher's Stone left by Gryffindor was far beyond my imagination, I couldn't control it, absorb its power, I became weaker and weaker, I lost all my strength, I thought that one day I would disappear like this, I have to admit that my original idea was a bit risky, relying only on a magic to control that Philosopher's Stone, I failed...... It wasn't until I met you! I didn't have a chance to appear until my body gave me magic again. ”

"I don't understand what you're talking about!"

"You're too weak to feel even a single magic coming into your body. Riddle said slowly, a smile on his lips, "It's pathetic, but I can help you, help you gain strength, help you understand it all." Now, tell me your name. ”

"Law, Ron Weasley. Ron didn't want to answer, but under Riddle's gaze, he answered the other party's question uncontrollably.

"Weasleys, so you're still a pureblood, that's great, I hate mudbloods!" Riddle said slowly, with a hint of greed in his eyes, "Purebloods are supposed to be nobler than Muggles and Mudbloods, we're naturally superior, Ron! ”

"No, no, get out of here, I don't want anything, don't try to tempt me!" Ron shouted, waving his wand in a flash of red light.

Riddle waved his hand lightly, easily dissolving his magic.

"Poor spell, is this your power? You will agree, Ron, I can see your heart, you are not willing to be ordinary, only I can help you. ”

"Get out of here, Riddle, you can't tempt me anymore! I know what you are, you're a Horcrux!"

"It's kind of a surprise to me, you know about Horcruxes!" Riddle said.

"I know everything, you can't fool me this time, I won't be fooled again!" Ron let out another spell.

The spell hits Riddle, but does no damage to him.

"There is no power in your empty and wonderful spells, and you have no idea what real power is, just as you don't know what a Horcrux is. Riddle walked over to Ron without hurry, "Horcruxes, it can help people get eternal life, how fascinating, do you want eternal life, Ron?"

"No, don't come here!" Ron flinched.

"Don't lie to me, Ron, your heart has betrayed you, you want power, you want eternal life, you want to get ahead and become immortal. I can help you, and I am the only one who can help you, and without my help, you will not get these things for the rest of your life. Riddle's voice was full of demagogy, "Don't deceive yourself with that ridiculous prejudice, there is no hatred between me and you, I'm here to help you." Face your desires, Ron, and say out loud that you want this. Come, Ron, merge with me, and you will be the Horcrux of the great Voldemort, a Horcrux like no other, and you will be immortal for it. ”

"Ah, what the hell are you?" Ron felt like he was breaking down, he was about to go crazy.

"I am Voldemort's soul, a soul that has fallen from the main soul, and only if I find the container can it be called a real Horcrux, and now I have found it, and that container is you! This is your chance, Ron, surrender to me, and we will be one, and you will be one with Voldemort. ”

"No!" Ron gasped, a powerful pressure squeezing against him from all sides.

Everything in front of me began to distort, the centaur temple, the mountains of corpses, and Tom Lee's figure.

They twisted, screamed, and merged with Ron's shouting, and the whole world went into madness.

"No, no, get out of here, get out of here!" Ron suddenly roared with a hideous face, his wand waving and firing a spell.

"You will accept me, Ron, only I can help you, and you will help me to gain more power than the world can imagine......"

"No!"

When Ron woke up, he was drenched in sweat.

He stared blankly ahead, remembering that he had a very, very terrible nightmare.

What it was, he couldn't remember!

That terrible dream, the monster that appeared in the dream......

No one saw that behind Ron's sweaty neck, a black black mark flashed.

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Three days have passed since the end of the transfer operation.

These days, members of the Order of the Phoenix have been in and out of the Burrow, delivering news.

They took Moody out of the Red-Eyed Hammer and looked for a professional therapist to treat him.

Ron woke up late the next night, and he seemed to be frightened by the incident, and kept yelling and screaming until he regained his composure and told everyone that he had a long, terrible nightmare, but he couldn't remember the contents of the nightmare, and he repeated it over and over again, and was so scared that he didn't dare to sleep.

Evan wasn't sure if it was due to the influence of magic, which is what the average person would do when they were terribly frightened.

What he could be sure of was that there was absolutely no dark magic like the Imperius Curse affecting Ron.

Poor Ron, the advice given by the therapist is to let him rest more and not be frightened again in the short term.

Aven, Harry, and Hermione also stayed with him as much as they could, and after a few days, he finally recovered, only occasionally in a melancholy daze.

His mood had turned terrible, and he was equally guilty and grieving Harry, who had been blaming himself for what had happened to Moody, Ron, and George.

Even as Bill and Fleur's wedding drew closer, an inexplicable emotion still hung over the Burrow.

After that night, Voldemort and the Death Eaters all disappeared again, and no one knew what they were planning.

Calm and restless, like the calm before the storm, but the low air pressure presses the person speechless.