Harry instinctively sensed that something was wrong.

According to Riddle, he absorbed the life force of six people and became a form, but the soul was attached to the diary and needed sacrifices to break this shackle.

He is Riddle's sacrifice!

If you destroy the diary, the other party will naturally die.

But......

Riddle was too calm.

Harry began to hesitate, was the other party really fearless, or pretending?

At this time, Riddle suddenly said coldly: "Potter, do you know why I brought you here against you?" ”

"Why?" Now was not the time to think about it, but Harry was desperate to know the answer.

He really wanted to know why Riddle, a student from fifty years ago, had his eyes on him.

And why did you choose him as a sacrifice?

He's just a mediocre second-year wizard.

"Because Voldemort," Riddle whispered, "he is my past, present, and future......"

Riddle waved his wand and drew a few times in the air, writing out three shiny names:

Tom Marvolo Riddle!

Then he waved his wand, and the letters automatically reversed their positions, becoming:

I'm Voldemort!

Harry's mind seemed to freeze.

He looked at Riddle blankly, this was the man who had been an orphan with both parents dead, who had actually killed Harry's parents when he grew up, and so many others......

"Harry," Riddle said, "we've met twice in your past, in my future, and both times I failed to kill you.

What could be more ceremonial than you as a sacrifice? ”

Harry gripped Gryffindor's sword.

"But the diary is in my hand!"

"Then stab, stab in, and I'll die, you won't dare, right?" Riddle scoffed.

"Or, you're not willing to murder Riddle's soul, after all, Voldemort is technically just my future?"

Harry's eyes slowly lifted to meet Riddle's smiling face.

"Do you think I'm going to hesitate? You murdered my parents and hurt my friends!

No, if there's anything else that makes me happy, it's to kill you with my own hands! ”

Harry's voice was filled with hatred, and he raised Gryffindor's sword and stabbed it downward.

With a terrible, long-lasting, piercing scream, streams of ink spurted out of the journal and ran down Harry's hands to the ground.

Riddle's body twisted and began to blur, squinting and laughing before he disappeared completely.

With a click, Harry's wand fell to the ground, and everything fell silent, except for the sound of ink still ticking out of the diary.

Harry tried to pick up his wand, but he was horrified to find that his body could not move and a large amount of smoke was coming out of him.

"Thank you, Harry, for freeing me from my journal."

A blurred figure formed in the white smoke, and Riddle was still smiling.

Harry stared blankly at Riddle.

He was resurrected with his own hands...... Voldemort?

……

……

William slowly walked into the chamber.

It was a long, dimly lit room, with many stone pillars carved with coiled serpents, towering to support the ceiling in the darkness.

The chamber was empty.

William slowly deepened, and when he walked to the last pair of stone pillars, a statue dozens of meters high appeared in front of him.

William looked up and saw the huge face.

An old, monkey-like face, with a sparse beard that dragged almost all the way to the hem of a wizard's robe carved out of stone, stood on the smooth floor of the room.

— Slytherin statue.

Strangely enough, the mouth was fully open, and there was clearly an entrance.

William hesitated, turned into a sea eagle and flew in.

When he landed, he found that it was a long road, and at the end of the road, there was another room.

William took his wand in his right hand and followed the corridor into the room.

Both Harry and Ron were lying on the ground, with Fawkes guarding them.

There was a hissing sound in the corner, and Slytherin's mouth immediately closed, and the door to the room shut.

"You're finally here, Stark." A young man of sixteen or seventeen, leaning back in a chair.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

William squinted at the young man.

"You're Riddle's diary? No, even if a diary can communicate with people, it can't be a wizard...... Who are you? ”

"Who am I?" Riddle crossed his hands on his wand.

"Let me tell you this, I am a piece of Voldemort's severed soul...... He banished me forever in my diary. ”

"Voldemort's soul?"

"Yes, but that was a few minutes ago, and I was resurrected with a new body to carry my broken soul......"

William raised an eyebrow, and he suddenly realized that things were not as simple as he thought.

He originally thought that the diary was just a black magic cast by Voldemort, but he didn't expect that there were souls living in it!

- It's really a medicine old!

"Want to hear how I was resurrected?"

Riddle played with his wand in both hands and said softly, "I have put so much effort into building the stage successfully, and without the audience to appreciate it, I will find it very boring and lacking in the sense of ceremony."

You're my only viewer. ”

"Of course, can't wait." William tapped his wand to conjure a chair.

"I need two steps to be resurrected: absorb a great deal of life force to nourish my soul; Then I used a special method to break the shackles of the diary and release my soul from it. ”

"What special method?"

"Of course, you certainly don't know how." Riddle chuckled, "Dumbledore likes you so much, he won't let you touch these things." ”

"But I've been studying for years...... There is only one way to free the soul from the body—sacrifice! ”

"Who did you sacrifice to you?" William asked. "Harry?!"

"Of course not." Riddle smirked, "William, this is the best place, I think...... There's also a bit of artistry and tragedy in it. ”

Riddle tidied up his hairstyle.

"Theoretically, I could sacrifice anyone's life, kill Harry Potter, and I would be freed from the diary.

However, it is only by sacrificing the most cherished things that I can gain greater strength. ”

William's eyes twinkled, sounding a bit like the way to get the Soul Gem: sacrificing the one he loved the most.

"Potter is not precious to me at all. I don't like him, and I don't hate him.

yes, Harry Potter defeated Voldemort, but what does it have to do with me Tom Riddle?

Potter is not worthy of being my sacrifice at all! ”

"And who is your true love?"

"My favorite?" Riddle laughed wryly.

"Of course it's me! I only loved myself, so I sacrificed my soul for Potter to destroy the diary. ”

"Why didn't you die since the diary was destroyed?" William said confusedly.

"This brings us to another interesting piece of magic." Riddle whispered.

"I don't think I've anything to do with Voldemort, but he's my future.

Naturally, Potter transferred this hatred to me...... He hated me so much, tonight because of some small means, 'voluntarily' and I entered into an ancient protective magic. ”

"Protective magic."

"yes...... The content of magic requires two people who hate each other, one of whom voluntarily breaks the shackles for the other and bears all the damage.

The conditions for the achievement of this magic are very harsh, after all, the two sides who hate each other want each other to die, and it is impossible to voluntarily protect the other.

But I was lucky enough to convince Potter to make a magical ...... with me He bore the price of the destruction of my soul in my place. ”

Riddle stood up, "So the diary was destroyed, but I'm not dead!" ”

"And Harry is dead?" William was stunned.

"No, I'm curious about that, too." Riddle frowned slightly.

"It's strange that isn't it, it's like he was a baby back then, and he didn't die in my hands in the future."

"But it doesn't matter." Riddle shook his head, "I'm telling you so much, and as a deal, you should tell me something about you, right?" ”

"What's the matter?"

"Ravenclaw's Bronze Ring...... Where is it?! ”

In the stone chamber, Riddle's voice echoed for a long time.

Then, there was only dead silence.

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