Percy's original statement was indeed correct, the Dark Lord's followers have always worshipped their leader as a god, and even helped create some "miracles" to consolidate the rule of the "gods", once the layer of specially added clothing is removed, in fact, they are mortals with outstanding strength, and they are not so terrible.

Because fear is actually due to ignorance and one's own imagination, after seeing it and understanding it deeply, it is natural to know that many of them are still deceptive tricks.

There are indeed warriors who block a hundred, but no one dares to do it as a public enemy that everyone wants to punish quickly, Grindelwald has saints, Voldemort also has Death Eaters, there are no supporters, and the Dark Lord can't be it, and once the saints and Death Eaters lose their awe of Grindelwald and Voldemort, Grindelwald and Voldemort are just street rats, and they are definitely everyone's share of shouting.

Hearing Ixissi's explanation of Grindelwald's methods of controlling the Saints, Catherine couldn't help but reprimand Voldemort's methods, thinking that Grindelwald had mastered millions of Muggle armies and a strict organization of saints, and he knew that he was both powerful and powerful, but Voldemort wanted to control the hearts of the Death Eaters with just a dark mark, which was stupid, and he would definitely cut himself too many times to make such a brainless move.

"I very much agree with you, the main soul is really bad." Tom. Riddle's voice suddenly rang in Catherine's ears.

Catherine turned her head in shock, but she didn't see him, closed her eyes and went to the spirit world, and she didn't find anything abnormal, but when she wanted to leave, she found that she couldn't get out.

"My guess is correct, you really didn't realize that your soul can't completely control your body at all." The silver light curtain at the hole in the rattan ball moved away layer by layer, revealing Riddle's figure, with a smile in his eyes, as if he were a gentleman with good manners.

"Why is this so?" Catherine suppressed the tension in her heart, blinked her eyes and asked in a curious tone.

"I'm really curious about who your enlightenment teacher is to make you in such a situation. Can you still take it easy? Riddle tilted his head slightly and looked at Catherine as if she were a fine work of art.

"I don't know." Catherine's eyes flashed with a blankness, Riddle's words made her find that her memory had a large blank, but after careful searching, she did not find the slightest inappropriateness, just a familiar smile suddenly appeared in her mind, and then all the dazed and nervous disappeared completely, and a confident smile reappeared at the corner of her mouth.

"I've seen this smile!" Riddle cried out in surprise suddenly, as if he had discovered a new continent. But then he frowned, "But it can't be!" She died long before you were born, how did you learn that? Is it from her child—" but he then reckoned at his own claim, "that guy learned her good from her, and it's a complete failure." ”

"What kind of person is she?" Catherine asked in a whispered voice.

In the eyes of others, she may be synonymous with cowardice, and she will never dare to resist except to escape. But besides me, there are a few people who know that she is actually the master of a world, in that world. The bohemian guy had to obediently clamp his tail and surrender to her palms, not daring to express even the slightest protest, not even me. You have to bow to her in that world.

But the people she respected the most did not see her beauty at all, and cruelly destroyed her pride, and I hoped that I could protect her. But when I had enough strength, she had disappeared from this world, leaving behind only a failure. Riddle's tone was unusually fluctuating, and it was clear that the lady had an unusually great influence on her.

"Why would you think her child was a failure?" Catherine whispered.

"It has no form, not its god, do you still think it's not a failure?" Riddle's eyes turned red suddenly, but he quickly returned to his original state, and stared at Catherine in shock, "It's unbelievable that you still have the leisure to extract information from me at such a juncture!" ”

"Then please ask Your Excellency to explain to me why my soul can't control my body?" Catherine's face had a relaxed expression, as if the person who had happened was not herself.

"Forbidden spells!" Riddle gritted his teeth, and finally couldn't control his desire to express himself, "The purpose of this forbidden spell arranged by the main soul is not to protect you, but to imprison the soul fragments he left in your body, so the scene presented in your soul world is completely wrong. He slapped the rattan wall, and the white mist around Catherine quickly gathered up, and she saw her soul world clearly.

The blood-red rattan that stretched out from around Riddle connected at the end of Catherine's eye to form a huge vine ball around her, and several things were suspended in the vine ball, a ball formed by a white mist, three chips shrouded in a green light film, and Catherine herself.

"Because of this layer of spells, your soul and body can't be synchronized at all, and you must have been very slow to do anything when you were a child."

Catherine looked down at her hands, thinking of K's previous complaints about herself.

"Even if you become flexible later, it is your soul that forms habits, not your body at all."

Riddle's words made Catherine stunned for a moment, and then her eyes suddenly widened, but she didn't raise her head, she knew very well how terrifying her body's instinctive reaction was, although she didn't understand the reason, but since Riddle didn't find out, she naturally had to take advantage of it.

"So now I just need to intercept here, and the connection between your soul and your body will be interrupted, and you will naturally have no control over your body."

"So what do you want to do with my body?" Catherine looked up and smiled again, "To sabotage my carefully prepared speech and consolidate the terrifying arrogance of the main soul?" ”

"The reputation of the main soul is already incomparably stinky, but yours is very good, the head of the Potter family, the temporary ruler of the Black family, the friend of the future heir of the Malfoy family, the prefect of Slytherin House, the rising star of Hogwarts, so many favorable conditions, as long as they are used properly, they can naturally break through a foundation that is not inferior to the main soul in the wizarding world, how can I sacrifice my roots and pour a pot of elixir jade liquid into the quagmire of the main soul?" Riddle said proudly, his expression full of triumph.

"So you're going to completely devalue yourself!" Catherine's face was shocked, she really didn't expect Riddle to be so helpful.

"It's the main soul that degrades, not me, please don't mix us up, from the moment he separates me, we are not beings who can coexist peacefully, if you want to solve me, just stand in front of him, I naturally have to bow honestly, but do you dare?" Riddle laughed arrogantly.

"Okay, watch me perform obediently, if the table is good, I don't mind letting you come out to breathe." As he spoke, Riddle's figure disappeared through the hole in the vine wall, revealing the real outside scene there.

Catherine walked over and tried to reach out her hand, but found that the previously obedient silver film did not let her pass at all, so she had to sit down cross-legged helplessly, and quietly watched Riddle's performance, when the ball of white mist suddenly shook and rolled into her arms.

"You're not fog, you're not a ball, are you?" Catherine poked the thing in her arms lightly, and immediately felt its abnormality.

The fog ball seemed to understand Catherine's words and shook it slightly.

"And what the hell are you?" Catherine held the fog ball in front of her eyes and looked closely, but she didn't see why.

"You're not my mentor, are you?" Catherine asked casually, but the fog ball shook for a moment, and then stopped moving, as if it was just the red-haired girl who was dazzled just now.

"O Merlin! How could I ask such a question, and sure enough, idiots are contagious. Catherine slapped her forehead and fell on her back, anyway, this was her soul world, no matter how reserved she was, only Riddle could see it.

"Voldemort, formerly known as Tom. Marvolo. Riddle, born in London on December 31, 1926, is a 67-year-old half-blood wizard and his mother: Merope. Gaunt, Salazar. Pure-blood descendants of Slytherin, sire: Tom. Riddle, Muggle. ”

Riddle's opening remarks quickly captured everyone's attention and caused an uproar as well.

"To understand the Dark Lord's qiē, one has to learn from his maternal grandfather, Marvolo. Gaunt said. ”

"The Gaunt family was accustomed to marriage by close relatives, so some of their traits became more pronounced from generation to generation—they were short-tempered, restless, violent, and had a penchant for pomp, so that several generations before Marvolo had squandered their possessions, and by Marvolo's generation they had become poor, living in a dilapidated house and having to work hard to support the family."

"As the man of the family, instead of helping to make money, Marvolo often accused his wife of showing up and ruining the reputation of the Gunt family, and eventually his wife could not stand his rudeness and ran away from home, and the pressure of life fell on his young daughter from then on."

The patriarchal Marvolo believed that women had no other use except for giving birth to children and doing housework, so he often beat and scolded his daughter, his son Mo Finn, whenever things didn't go his way. Gaunt was a good learner, punching and kicking Merope so much that the tormented Merope desperately hoped that someone would come to her rescue. ”

"Women always like fantasy, and reality is the basis of fantasy."

"Little Hangleston, where the Gaunt family is located, is home to many Muggles, the richest of them all being the Riddle family. Riddle is unusually handsome, which can easily fascinate Merope, who has not seen much of the world. (To be continued......)