The plot offset is 40%.

Since Mu Yan got Riddle's soul body, the plot offset has steadily increased by 1% every day.

He knew that this was because this part of Riddle's split soul had not been completely wiped out, and was gradually affecting the development of the subsequent plot.

But he didn't care too much, as long as the plot offset was not full at one time, it didn't matter how much it rose for him now.

As early as the first semester when he realized that there was no way he could stay in this world for too long, he had been thinking about a question.

That is, how to dig out more benefits in this world?

To put it simply, how to maximize the benefits he can obtain in a limited time?

If we want to solve this problem, we must first think about another question - what is the greatest benefit of this world for Mu Yan?

It's not a difficult question, just think about what Mu Yan has been pursuing.

The most useful thing in this world for Mu Yan is magic!

Or to be more precise, about the basics of magic!

For a subject as large as magic, it is by no means a matter of reading a few books and learning a few spells to really get started.

Alchemy, potions, charms, prophecy...... Many subjects are branched out from the main trunk of magic, and without a good, comprehensive foundation, even if you learn one or two magic, you only know one and don't know the other, and you can't be considered a real wizard!

The question of what you want is solved, then the real problem comes.

If you follow the main line and learn step by step in Hogwarts, even if Mu Yan works hard, how much can he learn in two or three years?

There are so many subjects of magic, and Hogwarts can only teach a foundation in eight years, how can Mu Yan learn it in two or three years?

Not to mention that there are many forbidden black magic that have been sealed, and those are the existences that Mu Yan desperately desires!

How can we get access to these things that I might not have been able to touch even after reading Hogwarts for another two or three years?

Mu Yan doesn't expect to learn everything, but it would be a pity if he only stayed at the level of the fourth or fifth year of Hogwarts!

Just as he was wrestling with the matter, he suddenly remembered something that had been for him for a long time.

I remember when I first returned to the amusement park from the world of the three little pigs, on the ship called "Flame Goddess", the mage named Eroni used a memory seed to exchange information with him for the title of "foodie".

Memory Seeds!

As soon as this word appeared in his mind, it was like a powerful magnet that drew all his thoughts to the past.

Oh, yes! It would be nice if there was something in this world that could transmit memories like memory seeds!

Isn't it faster than anything else to directly assimilate the experience of others into one's own in that way?

But alas, there is nothing like that in this world.

Even a high-level alchemical creation such as the Meditation Bowl can only view the scene that happened at that time, and it does not have the function of memory transmission.

But that doesn't mean it's a dead end.

As soon as things come to this point, all kinds of crazy ideas pour out, dangerous ideas and impulses are intertwined, and what is bred is the evil thoughts of great rebellion and breaking taboos!

There are no memory seeds, there will always be memories!

Since I can't use memory seeds, I can read the memories directly!

So, a crazy and bold idea finally popped into his head - I wonder what would happen if I read Voldemort's memory?!!

The two hands were put together, pressing Riddle's soul body tightly in the middle, Mu Yan's ten fingers were tightly clasped, and his eyes slowly closed.

Mental Power Array Building!

The magic surges!

The surrounding air is windless and automatic.

The mysterious chanting of the mantra is subdued and frustrated, and the ancient language that can be traced back to the era of human wool and blood drinking constitutes the basic sentence structure of the incantation!

Time seems to be slowing down at this moment!

A spiritual force that had been refined to the extreme was thrown out of the array, like a meteor pulled by gravity shooting straight into the palm of the hand!

Just like outside the dark world, a scorching white light fell from the sky!

Mu Yan's breathing couldn't help but tighten.

- Come on! Riddle! Just let me see the secret of your soul!!

Darkness is falling!!

A dead memory space, a sea of spiritual power without waves, pale ashes broke away from the sea water and flew into the sky!

This was the first thing Mu Yan sensed after entering Riddle's soul.

Silence!

Everything seemed to tell him that the world was dead, and the master of the world was dead.

But Mu Yan knew that Riddle was not dead, at least not yet.

A faint light was released from his body condensed with spiritual power, becoming the only light in this world.

He bent down and scooped up a handful of black seawater, which only stayed in his palm for a few moments before turning into ashes and flying slowly into the sky.

Lowering his head and staring at the ocean of spiritual power under his feet, Mu Yan frowned slightly.

The backwater-like sea of spiritual power has both advantages and disadvantages for him.

The advantage is that here he will not be automatically defended by Riddle's mental power, and he doesn't have to worry about capsizing in the first place, but the disadvantage is that this sea of no movement makes it impossible for him to observe the laws at all, let alone find the entrance to the memory labyrinth!

But it's not impossible!

Under Lockhart's "careful" teaching, Mu Yan is no longer the fledgling novice he used to be!

Stretching out his palm, Mu Yan's gaze swirled between his five fingers, and finally stopped at his little finger.

"That's you!"

Mu Yan held his little thumb with his right hand, pulled it hard, and directly ripped it off!

Crumple it into pieces vigorously, then spread out the palm of your hand, and a little white light flew out of your hand and flew in one direction.

Mu Yan hurriedly followed.

I don't know how long I walked through the darkness, but the long flight exhausted the energy of the white light point and gradually disappeared into the darkness.

Mu Yan didn't hesitate, took out a section of his finger again, crumpled it again, and then continued to keep up with the white light.

As the minutes passed, the speed of the white light flew slower and slower, and after a while, it stopped completely.

Mu Yan floated to the side of the white light and stopped, looking around.

The surroundings didn't seem to change much, it was still as dark as it was at the beginning, and the sea beneath your feet was dead silent, without a trace of waves.

But the white light stays here, and the entrance to the next floor should be near here!

Mu Yan stared down at the seawater without the slightest reflection, thought about it, bent down, and stretched out his hand to grope in the dead sea.

After a while, he withdrew his hand, and there was already a miserable white skull in his hand.

"This should be it!"

He tossed the skull gently, and his body suddenly twisted, turning into a streamer of light that burrowed into the skull's mouth!

……

Twisted roots covered in moss dotted the irregular passages, and long, airroot-like whiskers hung down, obscuring almost all view.

This is what Mu Yan saw at first glance when he entered Riddle's labyrinth of memory.

Wet, dark, cramped......

This may also be a side testimony to Riddle's character.

Mu Yan's streamer speed was extremely fast, and he passed through several passages in almost an instant, and it seemed that in a few minutes, he would be able to rush out of this damn place.

But Mu Yan knew that this was impossible.

Speed doesn't mean much here, and if he doesn't find the exit to the maze, no matter how fast he is, he may be trapped here forever.

Time passes quickly.

Mu Yan flew through a half-sided wooden door, and the screams came from inside, and he glanced at it with his spare eyes, and saw that a child with only half of his body inside was tearing off the limbs of an adult, and the screams came from the adult's mouth.

Ignoring it, Mu Yan continued to move forward.

Everything here is created by Riddle's memories, emotions, mental powers, etc., and in this place, no matter how absurd or strange, things can appear, and these things must be carefully analyzed without being fully believed.

They are the clues to finding the exit, but also have the potential to keep you stuck in a maze forever.

"Hey! Do you see my shoes? A childish voice came from the front.

Mu Yan stopped.

A huge snake head slowly stretched out from the darkness in front of him, just blocking Mu Yan's path.

The scarlet snake hyacinth spat out of its mouth and stretched out in front of Mu Yan.

Only then did Mu Yan see clearly that there was a white and tender baby head on the tip of the tongue, and the sound just now came from the baby's mouth.

"What did you eat in the morning?" As if dissatisfied with Mu Yan's silence, the baby asked loudly again.

Mu Yan didn't speak, looking at the huge snake head behind the baby with a strange gaze.

When the snake's head moved just now, he realized that the skin on the snake's body was actually connected to the wall of this passage!

What does that mean?

It's like turning the sleeves of a garment from the front to the back, and pulling the cuffs out of the sleeves, the cuffs are the snake's head, and the back of the garment is its skin!

This snake is all upside down!

"Why are you stealing my feet?" The baby's head suddenly came to Mu Yan, blocking his gaze and staring at him with a cold gaze.

Mu Yan looked at the baby's face coldly, suddenly grabbed his head, used his right hand as a knife, cut off the tongue connected to him with one palm, and then carried the baby's head into a streamer and rushed towards the big mouth of the big snake!

The pitch-black mouth is getting closer and closer to Mu Yan.

Mu Yan picked up the baby's head in his hand and threw it over.

Bai Nen's head hit the black flesh wall, and a bright light suddenly appeared.

Without the slightest hesitation, Mu Yan plunged into the white light.

……

Smack!

With one foot on the dry and barren land, Mu Yan raised his head, and seven tombstones were neatly arranged in front of him from front to back.

As if thinking of something, Mu Yan's face instantly became ugly.