That monster...... What is it?

Ricardo thought, the boy ...... Rupert......

When dealing with Voldemort last year, he checked his school situation and figured out his real name, Tom Riddle, so naturally he would not miss the fact that he won the school's special contribution award fifty years ago.

Combining the two, this is probably why he won this award.

So, here comes the most important thing: what is the monster he is talking about?

The monster that appeared in this memory obviously did not count, and Ricardo could tell that the spell cast by the young Voldemort was not very powerful - compared to Ricardo - at least the "monster in memory" was not qualified to kill in Hogwarts Castle, and no matter how poor the quality of Hogwarts teaching was, there was still a Dumbledore at that time.

Fifty years ago, it was just when Dumbledore was able to kill the Elder Wand version of Grindelwald, and if it was such a monster, it would have been possible to protect the castle students.

So...... What is it?

[You didn't give any hints, and gave a distracting answer, Voldemort.] 】

Ricardo wrote in his diary.

[What, don't pretend? Oh, mentor, that's an awkward title. 】

[The master is the teacher, I will not give up some real things because of the so-called face, if you want this title, I can still shout it. 】

Ricardo deliberately vaguely "something".

It took a long time in the diary before he slowly wrote:

[How do I think the emotional fluctuations when you write this sentence are a little strange...... Okay, then I'll give you a hint, substitution. 】

If you can pass this test, I will not hesitate to entrust this existence to you. 】

Substitution?

It immediately occurred to Ricardo that this would certainly not be a profile of the boy who raised the monster, for sure...... It's Voldemort himself.

So...... At this point, it was already obvious: it was Voldemort, who killed the girl; It was Voldemort, manipulating the monster.

So to substitute is to substitute for Voldemort himself.

Ricardo slowly closed his eyes, reconstructing Voldemort's every move in his mind...... What was Voldemort going to do at this time? Yes, find a creature to avenge his monster.

He walked through many rooms, many corridors, to that place, to "catch" a monster...... Then he made me feel a sense of substitution to "be" him......

None of the known things made sense, and he had to think deeper. This feeling is actually not good, it is like entering a "profile" scene, and if he is not careful, he will "go crazy" and see the scene of his fear.

He wandered in a half-awake and half-blurred world...... What kind of person was Voldemort at that time? The spring breeze was triumphant and became the chief of Slytherin; I have just killed someone and want to take revenge on someone else; Hate your own place, that orphanage......

Ricardo's consciousness seemed to rise and fall in Voldemort's memory, faintly hearing the praise of a former headmaster, the scrutiny of young Dumbledore, the pleading of the boy......

That's right, this is it, this "exposé" day...... He was wearing a Hogwarts robe, and his wand glowed slightly...... That's right, this door, this door to the principal's office!

He pondered, pacing, as cold as a demon who had killed countless people...... Although at this time, he killed only one person...... The man seemed to be a girl, and he was studying the diary with the monster, and the girl was crying outside, and the monster was hungry, so he released it and let the monster's flesh satisfy the monster's appetite......

It's annoying! He frowned suddenly, it's annoying to be alive, and it's not safe to live when you're dead!

Ricardo's right eyelid twitched violently, revealing a look of pain. This immersion always leads to over-mental and then exhaustion and sweating, like going through a nightmare.

But Ricardo was still approaching young Voldemort, trying to get along with him and catch a glimpse of the terrifying monster.

It was as if he had traveled up the river of time, back to fifty years ago, possessed the young man's body, and all the details were incomparably clear in this moment, except for the blurred shadow of the behemoth, the edges of which were like ink stains on rice paper.

The lights flickered, and the "hiss" exhalation sounded in my ears, exactly the same as I had heard at the ghost banquet before.

He struggled to get closer, closer, to catch a glimpse of the monster.

"Hiss ......"

The voice became clearer and clearer, like a monster circling around it.

Near, near...... Suddenly! A pair of giant yellow pupils appeared in front of him!

Ricardo felt a cold current shoot through his body, as if the giant pupils emitted a magic power, freezing his whole body, and just one breath would make him disappear from body to soul!

The memory suddenly became clear at this moment, from the past life to the present, but when he wanted to recall something, they left quickly, and he could only watch them leave helplessly.

Wake up! He suddenly woke up, this is a storm of memory! He's gone mad!

It was as if he was immersed in the abyss, about to sink into darkness......

He struggled to his feet and reached out into the darkness, trying to grasp something, but couldn't. His consciousness began to blur, his soul slowly diffused in the abyss, diffuse, and the control of his body seemed to be taken away by something, and he was constantly falling, falling, and he couldn't remember anything in his mind.

Only the giant yellow eyes that had entered his soul were still staring at him, glowing coldly......

Is that the end there?

"Heh, have you had enough trouble, Voldemort?"

A majestic shout rang out in Ricardo's mouth, and then, a golden light lit up from Ricardo's pupils, piercing through the abyss and darkness, shattering the giant pupils!

The powerful spiritual power turned into a boundless spear, pointing at the vast heavenly dome, and in an instant, the sky shattered, the stars fell into the sea, and a painful wail sounded in the distance, and the entire illusory world was shattered!

"You've already used this trick in the future, Voldemort, this time...... I didn't use my spiritual strength, just for the urn, the middle, the catch, the turtle! ”

In the real world, Ricardo made a move, and a broken soul body jumped out of the diary and involuntarily flew into Ricardo's hand.

"Finally got you out of the Horcruxes, Voldemort," he smirked as he looked at the soul, "I'm really tired of being a grandson for so long." ”

"How did you escape......

The broken soul struggled to make a sound, with horror and rage.

"How do you escape? What's the matter with you? Ricardo said to himself, who is playing with you to die of talking too much?

"Don't you want to know what that pupil is? I'll take you there now......"

"I don't need your help," Ricardo said with a smile, "after all, in a few minutes, your consciousness will be ......"

There was a sudden knock at the door.