Tom Riddle! Ivan said through gritted teeth.

"Long time no see, Hals!" Tom, dressed in a Slytherin robe, strolls down the long aisles, elegantly like a nobleman.

"You've been hiding in the room on the eighth floor, are you so afraid of me? I have to find a help to come and see me..."Ivan said mockingly.

"yes, I worked a lot to get you away!" Tom Riddle didn't mean to be angry.

Just as Ivan knows him very well, Tom also has a deep understanding of Ivan, knowing that the little wizard in front of him has never spoken a word of truth, and his strength is probably stronger than usual.

That's why he deliberately spent energy to find the Horcrux he sensed, just to make sure that it was foolproof.

Thinking of this, Tom Riddle turned to laugh.

"Speaking of which, I have to thank you for taking me into the Room of Requirement before I can sense this thing!

Of course, I could have found it without you, because I had planned it in advance..."

A smile tugged at Tom's lips, and after learning about Horcruxes from the Forbidden Book Zone, he decided to collect some powerful, monumental items to craft several Horcruxes in the future.

He was placed in the safest places in the world to ensure that he could overcome death, and the Room of Requirement was one of the safest places in the wizarding world.

Ravenclaw's crown was the vehicle for his first Horcrux!

Unfortunately, he struggled to curry favor with Helena Ravenclaw at school, only to learn from her that the crown was not at Hogwarts at all, so he chose only an ordinary diary.

Ivan's face was very ugly, he knew very well that Ravenclaw's crown was a Horcrux made by Voldemort around the age of 28, and its power was much more powerful than the diary.

It is precisely because of this that he didn't dare to fight the idea of this thing in the past two school years, for fear that he would be bewitched.

Ivan originally thought that when his level of brain occlusion and alchemy was higher, he would be able to find a way to separate Voldemort's soul from the crown and keep this legendary item, but he didn't expect to be preempted by Tom Riddle.

"You seem to know it?" Tom suddenly pointed to the crown on his head, and said in surprise.

He noticed that Ivan seemed to recognize Ravenclaw's crown, and even understood that it was a second Horcrux, otherwise Ivan would not have said anything to find another "help".

This made Tom Riddle feel a little uneasy, he had tried to overestimate the little wizard in front of him, but every time he met, the other party had something unexpected for him.

Instead of answering Tom Riddle's question head-on, Ivan sneered. "You may have inquired from Lockhart, I saw another you last semester, and there are two more here, I don't know which of you is the real Dark Lord."

"Of course there is only one true Dark Lord." Tom Riddle pointed to himself, not paying attention to the topic that Ivan was avoiding, thinking that Ivan might have gotten some news from Helena Ravenclaw, so he guessed something.

"Really? I'm sure they feel the same way! Ivan said noncommittally, but in his heart he was secretly relieved.

His biggest fear was that Tom Riddle would help resurrect the Horcruxes in the crown, and then he would have to face two Voldemorts at the same time!

Now it seems that the two Horcruxes are not working together sincerely, although I don't know how much help Tom can get by wearing the crown, but at least he can fight!

Ivan slowly approached, closing the distance between the two, intending to repeat the old trick.

Tom Riddle also realized at this time that Ivan was playing tricks on his own words, and his face couldn't help but change, but he quickly returned to normal.

"Looks like you're smarter than I thought... Hals! He clapped his hands, stared at Ivan, and said appreciatively.

"Clever? Do you mean being played by you? Ivan said self-deprecating as he walked, clenching his wand and ready to deal with the other man's troubles.

"Don't say that, I've spent a lot of energy trying to calculate you." Tom Riddle looked at Ivan with admiration in his eyes, and after a pause, he continued.

"You're so much better than that stupid Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, he has all his thoughts written directly on his face, and with a little guidance, he can only do what I say..."

"Those boring, naïve little girls are even more stupid, they want to believe whatever I say..."

"That's why I've always thought that these Muggle-born children don't deserve to learn magic, and that Hogwarts needs to be cleaned up, leaving only gifted and capable wizards like you and me."

Tom Riddle talks eloquently, and because of this, he has been possessed by a pure-blood Slytherin girl except for one time when he controlled Lockhart.

"Don't forget, you're also a half-blood wizard, Tom! You have Muggle blood in your veins too! Why don't you think about getting rid of yourself first...", Ivan sarcastically said mercilessly.

Tom Riddle's face changed, and his gaze became more and more gloomy.

"Maybe it used to be like this, but soon it won't! I've already researched a way to purify my blood through the materials left by Salazar Slytherin, and I think you've already experienced it, haven't you? Tom Riddle said with a hideous face.

Ivan frowned, he understood that what Tom was talking about was bloodline fusion, and each bloodline fusion was equivalent to a blood exchange.

However, this is obviously not enough to meet the needs of "purification", and even if the bloodline is fused many times, it is impossible to completely remove Tom's so-called "dirty bloodline".

Ivan looked at Tom with pity, who was obsessed with the "purification" of the bloodline, and he felt that Tom's appearance would be nearly ruined in the future, probably because of this...

paid the price of near-destruction of his appearance, but when the original plane was resurrected, he needed to use the bones of his Muggle father, this so-called purification of the bloodline is a joke!

The two got closer and closer during the conversation, trying to influence each other's emotions with words...

Until the two face each other, less than 10 meters apart.

The narrow aisle looks a little similar to the dueling arena, and the giant snake statues arching on both sides of the aisle are like the audience silently watching the two people who are ready to go...

Ivan silently calculated the distance of the best shot, but Tom Riddle didn't let him keep close, a dark light flickered at the tip of his wand in his hand, and endless black gas gushed out, spreading into a painful human face, screaming and rushing towards Ivan.