What do you mean? 】

The image stopped abruptly, the air suddenly began to twist violently, and a line of words appeared before Ricardo's eyes.

"What do I mean?" Ricardo smiled, "I'm not a kid anymore, Mentor, how can something like this, which has been problematic from the beginning, be a memory." Personally, I think it's something you've been drawing your magic from these days and building it up to trick me into doing it. ”

[Can't the mask of hypocrisy cover it, Mr. Jerry?] Hehe, I didn't expect you to be tested out at once. 】

"You!"

The corners of Ricardo's mouth hooked, and then, in a look of anger.

[How did Slytherin have fanatics?] Especially my disciple, how could there be a person who believes in me madly? The orphanage experience has long taught me not to think that people can be trusted. 】

[I won't waste time cultivating faith, but if there are enough benefits, then even if it is a feuding family, I can subdue it!] 】

No wonder you're less popular than the first generation, Ricardo was in his heart, he had heard a lot about Grindelwald in Beauxbatons, but everyone was vague about Voldemort.

The personality charm is not as high as Grindelwald, and the performance is worse than Grindelwald, you have a big gap, Voldemort, even I want to help you expel the Demon King!

But...... In front of me, you still planted it.

That's right, it's been two months, and Ricardo feels that this first mask will definitely not be able to cover it.

He is a flawed "fanatical believer" who can hide it for two months, which is already a manifestation of Voldemort's Alzheimer's disease.

So now, it's time to break out of the first mask and come to the second one.

Ricardo secretly made the second request: ambitious, but not overflowing, giving Voldemort's remnant a feeling that he could still control him.

[Push yourself and others, since you are my disciple, you will definitely not be stupid. And then you do it, you must want to get some benefit, anyway, it can't be just for pure research. 】

First of all, to rule out a correct answer, Ricardo complained inwardly, but his face did not show it.

[I've thought about why for a long time, and I've observed you for a long time. Today...... You're finally showing your true colors, Jerry—you're doing it for the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets! 】

“？？？”

Ricardo looked suspicious, but he was laughing inwardly.

It's all under his control...... It's a good feeling.

No wonder Dumbledore was so laid out last year...... This taste of chess is really intoxicating.

Voldemort, Voldemort...... Last year, you planned for so long, I was able to fight back at the right time, and in the end I almost won half of the game, and now...... You, a soul with only young memories, are still worthy of fighting me?

The words in the air are getting faster and faster, as if there is a little bit of the striumph of the writer:

[You know, Jerry, the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets is appealing to everyone, especially the Slytherin people, and you want me to say that if you don't think about it, you wouldn't be my disciple at all. 】

[However, as my disciple, you can indeed go to the secret room to have a look.] 】

"Is that really possible, Mentor?" Ricardo's voice was full of "surprise".

[Yes.] However, you have to find out from this picture that this is a test for a disciple by a teacher. 】

The handwriting vanishes into thin air, and at this point, the picture regains its motion.

……

"I was going to see the Headmaster, sir." Riddle said.

"Alright, let's go to bed." Dumbledore said, staring at Riddle with the penetrating gaze Harry was all too familiar with. "It's best not to wander the hallways these days. Now that it's ......," he sighed heavily, said goodnight to Riddle, and strode away.

Riddle watched him out of sight, then quickly stepped down the stone steps leading to the underground classroom, where Ricardo watched from behind, analyzing his every move.

Instead of taking him to a secret passage or a secret tunnel, Riddle went to the underground classroom where Snape had taken his Potions class. The torches weren't lit, so when Riddle pushed the door almost shut, Ricardo could only see Riddle standing motionless in the doorway, staring out into the passageway.

They were there for at least an hour. All he could see was Riddle standing in the doorway, peering out through the crack in the doorway, waiting like a statue. Then, there was movement outside the door.

Someone quietly walked around the passage. He heard the man walk past the basement classroom where he and Riddle were hiding. Riddle was silent like a shadow, leaning sideways through the crack in the door and following.

For about five minutes, they followed that footsteps. Finally Riddle stopped abruptly and tilted his head to listen to the voice that had just appeared.

A door creaked open, and someone whispered in a hoarse voice.

"Come here...... Come out, come up here...... Come here...... Come into the box......" The man's voice seemed familiar.

Riddle jumped and turned the corner. Ricardo could see the dark figure of a large boy crouched in front of an open door with a large box beside it.

"Good evening, Rubeus." Riddle said sternly.

The boy slammed the door shut and stood up. "What are you doing here, Tom?"

Riddle took a few steps closer. "It's over," he said, "and I have to tell you, Rubeus. They are discussing the closure of Hogwarts if the attacks don't stop. ”

"What are you talking about—"

"I know you didn't mean to kill. But monsters aren't ideal pets. I guess you're just letting it out and move, knot-"

"It didn't kill!" The big boy said, taking a few steps back and leaning back against the closed door.

There was a strange rustling and clattering sound behind him.

"Come on, Rubeus," Riddle said, drawing a little closer, "the dead girl's parents are here tomorrow. Hogwarts is at least guaranteed to kill the guy who killed their daughter......"

"It's not it!" The boy yelled, his voice echoing through the dimly lit passage, "It won't! Never! ”

"Get out of the way." Riddle said, drawing his wand.

His spell lit up the hallway with a sudden burst of fire. The door behind the big boy slammed open, and the force slammed him against the opposite wall.

A large, shaky low body, clumped black legs, many shining eyes, two sharp pincers as sharp as knives—

Riddle raised his wand again, but it was too late. The monster scurried away, knocking him to the ground, then darted across the hallway and vanished. Riddle stumbled to his feet and looked at its back. He raised his wand, but the big boy lunged at him, grabbed it, and knocked him to the ground, shouting, "No——! ”

Then, the world swirled, and it was pitch black. Ricardo felt himself falling, and with a final thud, he fell into his office.

[So what is that monster, my little disciple?] 】

A voice echoed in his ears, like a chuckle.