Hear the words of the basilisk.

Ringo's body froze, and his fingers immediately covered the storage ring, but fortunately, there was still a rooster and a music box inside.

He breathed a sigh of relief: "His appearance has changed, how did you find out?" ”

"Before being petrified, he said I was his subordinate, with a hint of familiarity." The basilisk didn't hide, "Do you want to kill him?" ”

"I don't want to."

"Don't want to?"

"He's related to me by blood." Ringo lied with peace of mind, "Theoretically, I would have to call him father or uncle." ”

"And you're going to do this to him?"

"Because of the disagreement." Ringo looked at the two-faced stone statue with a hint of sadness, "He is the most typical Slytherin heir you know, he hates Muggles, and wants to kill all Muggle wizards and put them into action, so that he starts a war in the entire wizarding world, but he fails, so that he is like this, in a state where everyone shouts and fights...... Ah, is thy petrification strong? ”

"......" The basilisk didn't expect Ringo's turn to be so blunt, but said anyway, "Sturdy." ”

"In case of accidents, it is necessary to strengthen it from time to time." Ringo looked at the basilisk, "Believe me, I don't intend to hurt him, but I can't let him do this, because because of what he did, the descendants of Slytherin will no longer have the glory they used to be, as if they have become rats, we need to change our minds, no longer hate Muggles and Muggle wizards, but rule them." ”

The basilisk listened quietly: "This is your philosophy? ”

"No, that's the unanimous idea of all Slytherin descendants, we want to resurface and regain greatness." "You don't want Slytherin's descendants to be humbled like bedbugs, do you?" ”

"Of course."

"Will you help me then? Well, help me keep an eye on Tom, at least until the family is great again, and don't resuscitate him. ”

"Yes."

"Thank you, I really don't know how to deal with him without you." Ringo sighed, touched the basilisk's scales with relief, and said, "Alright, don't stay here any longer, I'll take you away." ”

Whoa......

As soon as I heard this.

The basilisk immediately crawled happily and burrowed into Ringo's ring, hissing before entering, "I want to eat beef......

Whew!

It's gone.

Only Ringo was left looking at the stone statue of Voldemort.

A touch of excitement rose in my heart.

In his previous life, he had seen a lot of hp fandom, and those complicated essays were not counted for the time being, and the slightly more refined ones were all achievements on Voldemort, and he may not look down on the Dark Lord, but in the end, he killed Voldemort directly and indirectly.

This still made her regretful.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that he wasn't a good guy in the first place - he didn't think that Voldemort's killing was bad or evil, and that he, as the protagonist of justice, had to kill him......

Others don't die.

What does it have to do with yourself?

If it's a weak person who knows or sees it, he doesn't mind pulling it if he has the ability, but he doesn't know it, and he hasn't even seen or heard of it, so why be sad?

Rather, it was Voldemort......

This is the composition of the HP world.

What a pity to kill?

And Voldemort can't kill him until all the Horcruxes are destroyed - he doesn't plan to destroy Riddle's diary, which means that as long as he doesn't hand over the diary, Voldemort won't be able to die at all.

Since you can't die......

So why bother him to run away and cower in a forest somewhere in Romania or Albania, like Quirrell who was killed by Harry like in the first part?

It's not good for yourself!

A dark lord who hides in the darkness and doesn't know when he jumped out, and a dark lord who controls his own hands-

Ringo still thinks that the latter is more beneficial and useful.

Let alone......

His gaze fell on the red stone beside the statue: "And the Philosopher's Stone." ”

He walked over.

First, he put the stone statue in a closed place in the storage ring, then picked up the philosopher's stone and looked at the small stone curiously.

He could feel the magic inside the Philosopher's Stone.

But......

Nothing else.

It seems that if you don't know how to use it, the Philosopher's Stone can only be treated as an ordinary small stone.

"Don't worry, I still have a long time......"

Ringo put away the Philosopher's Stone and checked it in the chamber before casting the Illusion Charm again and leaving, returning to the Slytherin chamber.

Malfoy seemed to know he was going to take a nap.

Didn't come back to bother.

Ringo sighed that the three of them were becoming more and more obedient, and after locking the door, he took out Riddle's notebook.

Wrote:

"Mr. Riddle, I found a piece of knowledge in the forbidden book section today."

"What knowledge?"

Riddle didn't keep Ringo waiting too long.

"Knowledge of Horcruxes." Ringo's face showed a hint of abruptness, "I finally know why Mr. Voldemort is still alive despite his physical damage. ”

Riddle was silent for a moment: "You guessed it?" ”

"Yes, you should be one of Mr. Voldemort's Horcruxes, right? But it looks a little special, and there is a memory. Ringo looked curious.

"It was his first attempt at work, and in addition to the notebook, I also left a memory of the time."

Riddle's pen speed revved up.

Doesn't seem to be worried.

One is because of Ringo's identity - he has confirmed that Ringo is his heir with a high probability;

The second reason is that Horcruxes are very difficult to destroy - even the diary in the original book cannot be destroyed by spells, and it must be destroyed by the poisonous blood of the basilisk.

"I see." Ringo replied simply, and then there was no follow-up.

This left Riddle a little confused.

He waited for a while.

Seeing that Ringo didn't continue to write, he had to take the initiative to ask: "You suddenly asked like this, is there something wrong?" ”

Ringo's face was tangled.

He sighed for a moment.

Biting your lip for a moment.

Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he wrote in his diary: "It's something, but before I talk about it, Mr. Riddle, can you hear me tell me a story?" Well, it's a Muggle story, but I want you to hear it from me. ”

"Of course, I'll listen carefully." Riddle comforted, "Don't be sad, as a genius, nothing will stump you, believe in yourself." ”

"Well, I'm starting to talk about it."

"Okay."

A glimmer of glint in Ringo's eyes flickered.

He put pen to paper heavily:

"There is a new type of technology in Muggle science, called cloning, that can take a part of a person's body, put it into a machine, and then make that part grow back into this person, called a clone, and the clone and the original person look exactly the same, and they also have autonomous consciousness."

"Hmm." Riddle replied inappropriately, indicating that he was listening, "And then? ”

"With the development of cloning technology, another technology has also emerged, called consciousness grafting, which simply means that the consciousness of people who have reached 99% of the matching degree of various indicators can be exchanged." Ringo's pen quickened, "And then it's interesting, the world has changed." ”

Riddle agrees: "I think I can probably guess it." ”

"Yes, in the past, clones would also be treated as normal people, but now, they have become pigs and sheep, and rich people have been cultivating their own clones since they were young, and once their original bodies are damaged, they will use consciousness grafting to forcibly seize the body of a clone and achieve resurrection, and the resurrected body is healthier and stronger." Ringo looked at the diary, "On this premise, I would like to ask, Mr. Riddle, if you were a young and strong clone, facing an aging primordial, would you be willing to let him erase your consciousness and take your body?" ”

Write here.

Ringo added, "Even if theoretically, you are the same person." ”

Riddle's diary was silent again.

Seem......

Ever since he met Ringo, he has often been said to be silent.

But this time......

Ringo could clearly feel different.

Yes.

This time, Riddle's diary was silent for a full ten minutes, and only after ten minutes did it write, under the watchful eye of Ringo, who had been waiting, "Something happened to me? ”

This "me" is not the current "me".

It's the "me" on the outside.

That Ringo's body is aging and wants to take away the clone "me".

Riddle is a smart guy.

At least his mind hadn't been affected by the dark magic in this memory, so he immediately deduced the result after thinking about it for a long time.

See here.

Ringo nodded and wrote, "Yes, I told you before that Mr. Voldemort was injured by the young Harry Potter, his body was destroyed, and his soul wandered somewhere, but at some point, he merged with my Defence Against the Dark Arts professor and possessed the back of the professor's head, trying to capture the Philosopher's Stone, but it ......"

"Killed again?"

"Nope."

Ringo shook his head and put pen to paper: "It's worse than being killed, he was captured alive." ”

"It's really worse than being killed." Riddle wrote, "He was imprisoned in Azkaban? ”

"Nope."

"That's fine."

"Are you alright?" Ringo sighed, "Although the news has not been made public...... It seems like the Ministry of Magic isn't going to make it public, but I overheard it outside the professor's office, and they mentioned an old prison. ”

"Where?"

"Newmengard."

“……”

"And this time, Mr. Voldemort will be imprisoned by Dumbledore and the wizards Amelia Susan Bones, the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall, Mad Eye Moody and others."

"There are a few people I don't know, but I thought, it must be a tough situation, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"So you tell me the story of the clone......" Riddle's handwriting was bolded, "there must be some idea, right?" ”

"Yes."

"Tell me about it."

"Mr. Riddle, can a complete memory, like you, become a real person? Real enough to convince you that you are the real Mr. Voldemort, and that one in Newmengard is a fake? Ringo stroked out, "Do you want to be the real Voldemort, and not just a memory?" ”