When the other wizards came up, they only saw a black demonic aura emanating from Tom's surroundings, and the mirrors were scattered all over the place, but there was no Professor Lin.

Dumbledore stepped forward and pressed Tom on the shoulder and said, "Tom, what happened?" "He must not be allowed to get out of control, the wizarding world is not capable of dealing with Tom Riddle right now.

Tom looked at Dumbledore and said, "Dumbledore, you must have a way, she was brought back to that world!" ”

"I'm sorry, Tom." Dumbledore shook his head and said, "You know what you're capable of, and if you can't do it, I can't even have it." ”

"There will be." Tom dropped the sentence and left Hogsmeade.

Dumbledore had been worried about this for a long time, and he had talked to Snape after Professor Lin had mentioned Snape to him, and Snape still couldn't forget Lily.

For Tom, feelings come from nothing, so the pain and anger are even deeper when they are lost. Dumbledore was worried that he would do something extreme.

Year after year, seven years without any news from Tom.

In the eighth year, a dark wizard wearing a black cloak arrived at Hogwarts, and no students in the school knew about Professor Riddle. Even if there were, it was impossible to recognize him, he had changed.

Dumbledore was already very old, and he could see that he was a little inconvenient to move, and the prescription of his glasses was a little higher.

"Tom?" Dumbledore's memories were pulled back to a time when it wasn't very good, Tom was no longer handsome, his pale face seemed to have been burned, and his eyes glowed with scarlet, the result of the return of dark magic.

He's studying some terrible black magic again.

Tom closed his eyes, looking pained, and he spoke, his voice a little hoarse.

"I've tried a few space-time magics, and they've all failed." He opened his eyes and looked at Dumbledore, "This is the punishment for my mistakes, I have made countless people lose, so I will lose too." ”

"Tom." Dumbledore didn't know what to say, he could regret it, even if it was good, but he couldn't say comforting words.

The lemon tea on the table was as fragrant as ever, and Tom didn't take a sip.

He looked at the water streak and said, "I'm here to ask for help." ”

"I'd love it if I could, but Tom, I can't really help you."

"You can, Professor Dumbledore." Tom stood up, his scarred face full of sadness, "I seek eternal life and strength, and I am so afraid of death...... But now, I seek death, and death hides from me. I couldn't kill myself. ”

Hearing this, Dumbledore looked up in surprise.

Tom said calmly, "I want to ask you, kill me." You're the only one I can think of, a powerful wizard. ”

"I can't ......"

"You have to do that." Tom's eyes turned fierce, "If you refuse, I can assemble a team that is even more terrifying than the Death Eaters, and this time I don't need loyalty, just destruction." ”

Dumbledore held the elderberry wand in his hand, closed his eyes and tilted his head to take a deep breath.

He looked at Tom and said in a sad tone, "Avada suo." ”

The corpse that fell to the ground had no breath of life, and Dumbledore sat weakly in his chair, he never thought that he would grieve for Tom Riddle.

(End of this plane)