【10,000 words】

The spring snow has melted away, and the corner tower full of spring has become lively, and it has been more than a month since the last attack, and March has arrived, and the 20th day is Brie's birthday.

"Oh, I'm going to have a lot of good food to prepare today!"

Nicol happily walked the hallways of Hogwarts Castle with Brie, who was about to go downstairs to the kitchen to ask the house-elves to prepare something for Brie's birthday.

"There's no need to prepare."

Brie rubbed Nicol's little head, and since the last time, Brie had torn off a notebook page and made it into a pendant for Nicol to wear.

"Nicol still prefers the bracelet my dad gave me."

Nicol shook the small bracelet on his hand, this is the alchemy item used when he conceived Nicol, it was very simple, there was no exquisite carving, but Nicol just didn't take it off for a moment.

"Oh, Dumbledore, I'm sorry......"

At this moment, there was a sound in the hall, the man's voice was familiar, high-pitched and proud, dragging a long aria, it was simply an upgraded version of Draco.

Brie's puzzled eyes flashed, and he said to Nicol, "You go and do your own thing first, and I'll take a look."

When Brie walked down the hall, he saw that it was Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, and the former Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, who were leading a large group of people to confront the professor and Dumbledore, and the surrounding students were stopped by the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic.

Lucius was facing Dumbledore, holding a piece of parchment.

"This is the signature of the school trustees, and we agree that you are not qualified for the position of principal for the time being, so I'm sorry."

Dumbledore's face was calm, he had expected this day for a long time, but he didn't expect it to come so late, more than a month before anyone came.

Dumbledore's silence made the surrounding professors a little worried, and Professor McGonagall said bluntly, "You can't take Dumbledore with you, let alone resign from his position......

"No, no, no, I think you're mistaken." Lucius was holding a scepter, he hugged his chest and shook his head slightly, "We just want to suspend our duties."

"Malfoy, that's not what we said before."

And just as Lucius spoke, a fat short woman dressed in pink walked up, she exuded a greasy perfume smell all over her body, and said in an offensive tone, "I think the Ministry of Magic is fully capable of running Hogwarts, and should make this a department of the Ministry of Magic."

"Oh?" Professor McGonagall's eyes widened and she looked at the woman incredulously.

Snape on the side snorted coldly, frowned, and said, "Let you, a lady who can't pass potions, teach?"

"This... You can't say that, Snape!"

She looked at Snape in exasperation, and Fudge immediately grabbed her, scolding, "It's too early to say this, Umbridge."

Fudge turned his head and smiled at Dumbledore, "Albus, because of the dissatisfaction of the Hogwarts school board, our Ministry of Magic has no choice, please leave with us until we ...... If you can get something out of that guy's mouth, I've said it a long time ago, Hagrid is the murderer, even if he's still lying in bed pretending to be a victim, but I don't think the Ministry of Magic can go wrong."

….

"You're going to take Hagrid away?"

Fudge looked at Dumbledore's blue eyes, a little worried, but he understood that Dumbledore couldn't really do anything to him, so he was also a little bolder, affirming, "Yes, we must investigate him, he did bad things decades ago, this time is the same as last time, although there are no dead people, he can't escape it."

Dumbledore was silent, he knew what had happened decades ago, and Hagrid couldn't escape.

Seeing that Dumbledore didn't speak, Fudge continued, "Of course, we'll wait for him to wake up, but hopefully Hogwarts will notify us immediately."

Fudge and Lucius looked at each other, and Lucius bent down to Dumbledore and said, "Please, Dumbledore."

Dumbledore nodded.

"I'll leave, but after I take the candy from my office, I'll get out of here on my own and accept your suspension."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he didn't give Lucius and Fudge face, and went straight upstairs, and when he passed by Brie, he nodded slightly, "Sorry, I may not be a good headmaster."

As the Ministry of Magic departed, Brie walked over to Professor McGonagall.

"I can't imagine that Brie, if Dumbledore doesn't want to leave, he won't be controlled by the so-called school director, Hogwarts has magic, it will choose the person it deems."

Brie knows that the so-called school board is just an institution set up by pure-blood families to help Hogwarts in order to increase their capital, so as to interfere in Hogwarts education, so as not to make it a place they can't control, but in fact, Hogwarts will never become anyone's property, everything here is dominated by young wizards, and it is a holy place for learning.

He nodded, "Maybe this is Dumbledore's own choice, you've heard of luring snakes out of the hole, maybe Dumbledore left just to hide in the shadows and catch the murderer."

Brie's eyes flashed, because this was his own idea, and it was about to be done, since the murderer shot at the people around him, then don't keep it, Dumbledore asked him not to interfere, but he indulged wantonly, making Hogwarts dangerous, just for Harry Potter, look, Potter, who was still in the hall just now, has already run to the eighth floor, don't think he didn't see Dumbledore's small movements.

This is the cultivation that sacrificed the safety of many young wizards in exchange for training, and it is really spared.

Professor McGonagall listened to Brie's words and thought for a moment, "Perhaps, Dumbledore is always incomprehensible, but he always gets everything in order and gets everything back on track."

With that, McGonagall relaxed, but she still had to go to Dumbledore, hoping that Dumbledore would explain something, after all, the school could not do without the headmaster, even if she was handling most of the things.

Professor McGonagall, who walked to Dumbledore's office, found that she wasn't the first to come to Dumbledore.

Looking at Harry as he walked out of the Headmaster's office with a diary and a dagger, McGonagall frowned and took a closer look at what he was holding, which Harry quickly put in his pocket.

McGonagall said, "Go and get ready for class, just because Dumbledore is gone doesn't mean you don't have to study."

….

"Yes, Professor McGonagall."

Harry nodded worriedly, and after Dumbledore called him over, he handed him the journal and dagger, telling him to trust his senses and that he would keep an eye on everything.

Harry understood that this might be another test for him, just like last year, but this time it wasn't arranged by Dumbledore, because Dumbledore said that he didn't know who had attacked the young wizards, and that he could only wait for the killer to come out.

Perhaps Hermione was petrified and could only trust Dumbledore's methods, which made Harry, who had become isolated, sigh silently.

"There's no way back, Potter."

Harry, who had just walked to the front of the Gryffindor common room, suddenly heard a voice, and the sentence that there was no way to retreat made Harry freeze in place, his heart was sour, and he looked up to see Brie looking at the diary in the corner of his arms.

"Did you come to me, Ode?"

Harry looked at Brie expectantly, helpless, confused, and expecting someone to save him.

"Follow me."

Brie took Harry's hand and led him to a corner, pointing to the journal in his arms and said, "I've seen it, and maybe you've seen it, in Diagon Alley before school started, Lucius Malfoy threw it in Ginny's crucible and mixed with the old books."

Pulling the journal from Harry's arms, Brie flipped it slowly.

"Tom Riddle?"

The rest of the diary is empty, and the only information is the name on the title page.

Who is he?

If she'd been to the school's trophy room, Brie would have known who Tom was, but he hadn't, because that's where the little wizard was punished for his work.

"Do you want to study it, Ode?"

Harry handed Brie the dagger Dumbledore had given him as well, and he blushed and said, "We can investigate together, I trust you."

With that, Harry suddenly remembered what Draco had said at Christmas, and he immediately relayed it to Brie, leaving Brie stunned.

"Draco, he said that?"

What is this, this child's temper should be cured well.

Brie reluctantly said, "I think he already found out that it was you, so I'm kidding you, Goyle and Brak have been following him for too long, and their habits are not something you can learn in a while."

Harry puffed out his face and bowed his head, feeling a pang of humiliation, and said angrily in his heart: "Damn Malfoy, I have been disgraced again in front of Ode.

Not to mention, Harry's girl-like, it's funny to be blushing, and Brie pulled out her magic camera.

"Katsa."

"Oh, what are you doing, Ode!"

Harry covered his face and said angrily, "Don't be so nasty, I'm miserable enough."

Brie put away the magic camera and pulled out the dagger, the cold light on it chilled Harry's back, and he swallowed as he listened to the wind slashing through the blade in his ear.

"It's made of dragon's scales, and it's an ancient dragon."

Brie's eyes lit up, and he threw the dagger at Harry, and of course, the journal.

"I've heard that in the ancient East there was a ritual that evokes something with blood."

….

Harry heard this, a little frightened.

"Is it okay to use water?"

With such a sharp edge, he would accidentally cut off his fingers, Harry flinched.

Brie, who had just made a joke, looked at Harry with a headache.

"Haven't you read the book, always be wary of magic, there are many magic in Europe that also uses blood as a trigger, especially curses and contracts, or calling demons."

Brie pointed to the journal and said, "There's a very evil aura in here, maybe we can go inside and take a look."

Brie's pitch-black hole was covered with a layer of purple soft light, and in his field of vision, there was a human soul portal in the diary, which he had discovered, it was a Horcrux, and he didn't need to think about it to know that it was Voldemort's thing.

And Tom Riddle, this should be Voldemort's original name.

"Let's go inside?"

"Inside?"

Harry's eyes widened, but he was quickly pulled away by Brie, and since Dumbledore was no longer at Hogwarts, Brie was here to help the savior and get ahead of his plans, and by the way, to show Brie what was going on.

Pulling Harry to a hidden place, Brie took out his pen and wrote on it—

Tom Riddle, please tell me how it all happened.

As new handwriting appeared on it, Brie didn't even look at it, but took advantage of the magic of this moment, and immediately shrouded the diary with magic power, clenched the soul stone he had obtained from Box in his pocket, and took Harry to break into the deeds recorded by the soul in the diary.

"Hazard?"

It was dark, as if in a special place, and then, a dilapidated orphanage appeared in front of Brie's eyes.

Woo's Orphanage.

"Boom!"

It was obviously a cold winter, but the sky was suddenly covered by dark clouds, and the air around him became drier and drier, and the scene in front of Brie's eyes became dim again, and in an instant, a thunderclap flashed, and it was slammed into the back of the orphanage.

Tom, who appeared to be Hazard, stood beside Brie, his eyes full of hatred and malice, but he soon became sincere in Brie's presence.

"My little Brie, you are welcome to witness my ugly side, but I think you should know all this, it is my greatest loyalty to you."

Tom's appearance gradually changed at this time, and he became a gloomy but confident, arrogant boy like a nobleman, at this time he was a little embarrassed, but very

Quickly and excitedly said to Brie, "Let's go in, that woman is dying."

Brie looked up at Tom's back, pursed her lips, and hesitantly followed.

"Tom Riddle, right?"

Brie said softly, no wonder, how could Hazard suddenly become so smart, so that Brie recognized the cleverness, but this also made it difficult for Brie, because Tom was the one who drove the basilisk, he hurt Hermione, and deceived himself, the so-called dual personality is a means to fool him.

"I don't think it will make me forgive you, Tom."

Tom frowned disapprovingly as Brie had become distant.

"I know that if someone treats me like this, I will be angry and even kill him, but we are different, little Brie, please read on."

….

"Actually, I'm not ready to confess to you, but you found the journal, and I have to do it to avoid a bigger misunderstanding between us, which is worse than everything."

Tom was full of sincerity, which made Brie a little uncomfortable.

"You look exactly like Betty at this time."

Who is Betty?

"The director of the welfare home, she raised me."

Brie didn't have to think about it to know Tom's doubts, but what was even more strange was that when Tom heard this, he looked at Brie with even more pity in his eyes, and said with empathy: "This is my responsibility, please forgive me, child."

「？」

Brie didn't know why, but by this time they had reached the door of the orphanage, where a thin, pot-bellied woman was lying, she was not beautiful, and she even said that her expression had become very ugly because of the pain.

"Help, help me!"

A wand rolled out of her arms, but she didn't dare touch it at all, and even stared at it in disgust, silently enduring the pain that was very human to bear, and beneath her, a pool of blood continued to bloom and spread up the steps of the orphanage.

"Boom!"

The thunder became more intense, and a drop of rain fell, and I don't know who was faster, and the gate opened with a bang.

"What happened?"

The beautiful woman, dressed in a neat nun's dress, came out, and when she saw the woman on the stairs, she exclaimed, "Someone, oh, there's a pregnant woman here!"

Soon, several older children ran out of the orphanage.

"Sister Cole, what are you going to do?"

Cole hesitated, because the orphanage's economy was getting worse and worse, and the chaotic society and the war had brought many effects, even the orphanage in London had little help.

Some well-known good people have already run away, and if she hadn't had some savings before, maybe her orphanage should have been closed.

"I'll help him in, Merry, and you go boil some hot water and get the sterilized scissors ready."

"Yes, Sister Cole."

Soon, the crowd helped the woman who was almost fainting inside.

The rain was pouring down, and the blood in that place was smashed by the raindrops, like flowers blooming and withering, and with the flow of water into the underground waterway, only the orphanage could have a chance to breathe, but after the teenage girl named Merry prepared the hot water and scissors, the blood flowers were also wiped clean one by one.

Brie and Tom arrived outside the makeshift delivery room, listening to the thunder and the woman's painful, faint cries, and the anxious and hurried voice of Sister Cole.

"If you can't give birth to him, you should die quickly, what's the use of being unwilling, what about his father, how can there be a stupid woman like you."

Mean and bleak, but this is the reality, and under this naked mockery, the sound of a baby crying can finally be heard in the house.

Tom motioned to Brie, and the two of them walked into the bloody and filthy room, and it was clear that it was a utility room that had been cleaned up.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle, his name."

The woman on the bed breathed weakly, but she struggled to point to the side and was picked up by Cole

said affectionately, "Destroy it."

….

Looking at the frail woman, Cole couldn't bear to say, "Maybe you don't want to say his father's name, and you don't want to leave anything behind, but please tell me your name, she should need it."

"Merope."

The woman, Merope, didn't even look at the newborn Tom, she stared blankly, not knowing what she was thinking, and left Cole to say nothing more, and soon she died in tears.

"She's my mother, and I used magic to get it from Mrs. Cole's memories."

Tom's face was cold and haughty, as if he were talking about an insignificant man, and he only had some warmth when he looked at Brie.

The scene around her changed rapidly, and if she hadn't seen Cole before, I would have been unable to imagine that in just ten years, the nun had become extremely depressed, living day and night with drinks, and her eyes were full of third-rate shrewdness, as long as she found that there were children in the orphanage who were disobedient, she would go up to educate them, and even threaten to throw them out.

At this time, the orphanage was even more dilapidated, and if there was no one, it would have become a haunted house in a week.

"You demon!"

"My rabbit!"

Outside the orphanage, a crying little boy was standing next to Cole, who was already called Madame, pointing to Tom, who had just turned eleven and a few months old, and said in fear, "Madame, he killed my rabbit!"

On the side, on a dead tree with green shoots, a rabbit was hanged alive from a branch, and Tom turned grim and said, "I can't hang a rabbit on such a high place, let alone the Belgian carved to guard it."

"Maybe Dott did it, he's always been greedy for bunnies."

As the war had become more and more tense in the past few years, perhaps because she had no leisure and did not think that a child could do such a cruel thing, Mrs. Cole let Tom go in confusion and comforted Billy.

But soon, within a few days, Mrs. Cole had a psychiatrist from outside.

But.

"I'm sorry ma'am, if this kid really has a problem, then he can't talk to me like that, polite, I thought he was talking to a noble boy, he's fine, maybe it's because he's too precocious, so he can't play with the kids."

The psychiatrist, who had no skills at all, hurriedly took the money from Mrs. Cole's hand and walked away quickly, caring more about the women in the bar than the health of a child.

Mrs. Cole frowned and sighed heavily, and on the other side, Brie and Tom were in Tom's house at this time, watching him indifferently flip through books on psychology, and beside Tom, there was a small snake hissing, and the early spring woke it up, and even said that it had helped Tom a little.

"I'm sorry, but I only let you eat rabbits that have been dead for a long time and have been buried in the earth."

Tom smiled conceitedly and put the psychology books aside.

Tom, who was beside Brie, also smiled at Brie, and taught him like a teacher, "Don't let your guard down at any time, even if she's an ordinary and stupid woman, as long as she still controls a part of you, then you have to take care of her."

….

"Take precautions."

Tom's expression coincided more and more with Tom sitting on the old wooden bed, which gave Brie a headache, and sooner, the scene changed, summer came, and Tom's expression became disgusted and excited, he looked at the door of the orphanage, and saw a wave of magic appear, and a middle-aged wizard with long russet hair walked into the orphanage.

"I'll admit that I'm a little confused to hear from you, Mr. Dumbledore."

With a frown, Cole led Dumbledore up, Tom was moving a chair slightly in the room, and outside, Dumbledore was learning about the child with Mrs. Cole.

Mrs. Cole told everything, even about the rabbit incident that had puzzled her all along.

Dumbledore naturally understood that the little wizard was magic***

It may not be an accident that he could do something unthinkable, but let the rabbit die, and the clever Dumbledore immediately understood that he was going to have a difficult student to deal with.

"Looks like Mr. Riddle needs some preschool instruction, but that's okay, I'll take care of it."

Dumbledore took out a blank piece of paper with the Confusion Charm cast on it and handed it to Lady Cole.

She looked at it and said, "That's the formalities, then you can take Tom to buy the utensils and let him come back every year for the holidays until he graduates."

Putting the blank paper away, Cole saw Dumbledore take him to Tom's room.

"Please come in."

Dumbledore's eyes were sharp at Tom, who was already disguised at this time, and Tom's appearance reminded Brie of himself, and this well-behaved appearance was exactly the same as when he first came to Hogwarts to face the professors.

Brie's face was a little unkind, he must have been very stupid at that time.

"What's the matter, Brie, if you don't want to watch it, we can leave, I just want you to understand that I am actually the same as you, we both start from helpless weakness, and we will eventually become great."

Tom waved his hand, and the surrounding scenes vanished, and they returned to their original dim space.

Tom said, "Let's go see Potter, he should have suspected Hagna of petrification by now."

The space shifts again, and they arrive at Hogwarts.

"This is Hogwarts decades ago, when I was a fifth-year Slytherin."

Tom's expression grew more proud as he said that.

"Look, you and I are both born in an orphanage, but we all belong to Slytherin, a noble place where our blood will not be weakened by that unbearable little life, and here we will have our own glory."

At this time, Tom was extremely conceited and arrogant, he was confident in all his ideas, and even thought that Brie was like him, but sorry......

Brie felt more and more in his heart that Tom's transformation into Voldemort was a matter of course, and that even the noseless state became reasonable, because Tom was obviously a bad boy who was raised by no one and raised by a miserable life, and became more and more crazy under the long-term repressive life.

Brie thought that if he didn't have that memory from An Qing, and knew in advance that this world was so big, with countless good and bad intentions, then he might also become a yin owl, like Voldemort, without even that faint kindness.

….

Seeing Brie's silence, Tom was a little angry, but he couldn't read Brie angry, just with a wave of his hand, Harry's figure appeared, this was a corridor, and at this time, 16-year-old Tom was standing in front of Dumbledore, and he argued to Dumbledore, "I just came out of Headmaster Deppert's office."

"Alright, let's go to bed." Dumbledore said, staring at Tom and saying, "It's best not to wander the hallways these days, since it's..."

Dumbledore sighed heavily, said goodnight to Tom, and strode away.

Tom watched him step out of sight and quickly stepped down the stone steps leading to the basement classroom, Harry in hot pursuit.

Brie and Tom followed, and Brie bluntly said, "Were you responsible for the death decades ago, Tom?"

Brie has rarely seen Tom in the form of Eden Hazard for more than a month, and he has also studied the method of making souls in the corner tower, using the soul stone, he has successfully separated the soul of the house-elf Dobby's body, and by the way, he has changed Dobby's identified owner and made it serve him.

However, the identity of the special soul in Dobby's body shocked Brie a little, and he sealed it for the time being.

In addition, Brie is also researching about petrification, and accidentally discovers that a death incident occurred decades ago, in the girls' bathroom on the second floor, and the person who died was the ghost named Myrtle.

Tom didn't hide it in front of the cloth, and said bluntly, "I did it, and even dumped it on Hagrid, but Dumbledore

Hopefully, he's not imprisoned in Azkaban."

"Hmph." Tom snorted.

"It was an accident, I have no grudge against Myrtle, I just discovered the existence of the Chamber of Secrets, and I didn't control the basilisk for a while, of course, if the outside world knew that I did it, Dumbledore would definitely take the opportunity to send me, a thorn in the eye, to Azkaban, he has been jealous of me."

"Brie, you have to be careful, you are in the same situation as me, you are suspicious and vigilant by him.

Their eyes were sincere and worried.

"You're always so easy to trust people, and you'll think of others as long as you approve of them, I can see it, and it disappoints me, you have to throw away this stupidity, those people are tools you can use, we don't need friends, you know, kid?"

Tom nagged like an old father to Brie to use the professor as a target and not to have a heart-to-heart relationship with the professors, and at this time, Harry followed the 16-year-old Tom to an abandoned room, and found that the tall Hagrid was only in the third year at this time, and the tall Hagrid was raising a very dangerous magical animal at Hogwarts, the eight-eyed spider!

Harry was shocked that what he had always thought was a murderer for Hagrid, who had killed Myrtle!

And here, Tom doesn't want to pretend anymore.

Brie took a few steps back, wondering, "Why do you keep looking at me like that?"

It's weird.

Tom smiled kindly at Brie's words, and he spread his arms, and his appearance gradually changed to the age of his soul.

….

At the age of sixteen, he had a tall and tall figure, and that countenance was unforgettable, and he didn't know how many followers he had received, but it was the first time he had spoken so kindly.

"You're my child, little Brie, and you should be called Brie Tom Riddle, not some ridiculous Ode!"

"Throw yourself into my arms, son, I am your father!"

Tom was very gentle at this time, and looked at the stunned Brie with a kind expression, as if in a hurry, and when he saw that Brie was still and unmoved, he muttered dissatisfiedly, "Come quickly, my child, we are the closest people."

"Huh?"

Brie, who was suddenly hugged tightly by the tall Tom, was at a loss, his face suddenly turned cold, he couldn't bear to have anything to do with this guy, after his eyes flashed with purple soft light, he could clearly perceive that he had nothing to do with Tom's soul, this was not a blood-related state.

"Call Daddy, Little Brie."

There was an expectant call from above, which completely angered Brie, who attached his leg to the magic and kicked him hard.

"Oh!"

Tom covered himself, hunched over and trembling, "What are you doing?"

Brie didn't answer, he kicked it hard, under the effect of natural magic, it was very easy to hurt the soul consciousness.

Looking at Tom who fell to the ground, Brie was furious.

"I only thought you were a friend, Tom, I thought you were smart, but I didn't expect to be so stupid, just a red eye and you guessed like this, maybe I should wake you up and make your head shine."

Brie kicked out and punched Tom again, but Tom didn't resist, but laughed maniacally.

"Fight, I know you don't want to accept me, but I won't give up, our relationship can't be changed."

At this time, Harry had also finished reading the memories that Tom had woven for him, and Brie looked at Tom with a look of pity, hoping that he would forgive him, and exhaled helplessly.

"Dream for yourself, I have nothing to do with you."

After Brie finished speaking, a magical force completely shattered the space here, returning his and Harry's consciousness to reality.

At this time, Harry still looked incredulous, and muttered about the impossible.

And Brie knew why, of course, but he wouldn't say it now, maybe it was what Dumbledore had envisioned, something Harry had to go through.

Looking at the diary, Brie was disgusted as if he had eaten a slug, but he knew that this was one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, and he had to hold this in his hand, especially Tom's crazy thoughts, if others knew about it, it would be very embarrassing.

But when Brie reached for Harry's journal, Harry suddenly withdrew his hand.

"Hug, I'm sorry Ode, I don't think I can give him to you right now."

It was too dangerous, and Harry suddenly thought of Dumbledore's words.

"Dumbledore told me to be self-conscious and face everything, I think this is what I should bear, I can't pull you into the water."

Harry, who originally wanted to ask for help, had some changes at this time, and he was greatly encouraged when he saw that Tom Riddle alone would also go to find the murderer for the sake of Hogwarts' stability, if Riddle could, then why couldn't he Harry, he had to find out about it, but Hagrid ......

….

Harry got around Brie and hurried out, and now he still had to figure out his thoughts, he still couldn't believe Hagrid would do such a thing, not to mention that Hagrid was still injured and unconscious in the school hospital at this time.

Brie, who had been put together by Harry and Tom, returned to the corner tower with a black face, and he was a little confused for the time being by Tom so much.

"I never knew you would think like that, Tom."

Brie had a terrible headache, he had never thought that Hazard was Tom and Tom was Voldemort, and now Dumbledore was obviously waiting for him to come forward and then let Harry kill him.

"The diary was given to Harry by Dumbledore, no wonder Tom has been wandering around the Headmaster's office for the past few days, if the diary is destroyed, then Tom will be finished."

[To tell the truth, I've been using @

Tom glanced at it and sneered, "Failed soul, what are you the main soul, as long as I erase all your memories and devour you, then I am the main soul and will no longer be affected by you."

"But how can you only be half left, it's humiliating, rubbish."

Tom kicked and sniffed conceitedly, complaining, "Although you gave birth to Brie, but everything you did afterwards made Brie afraid to recognize me, is Tom Riddle really as Dumbledore said, without a little love?"

"Even if I were the product of an aphrodisiac, I wouldn't identify with it."

Voldemort, who was possessed by Sniff on the ground, stared hard at his small black eyes, his eyes were full of madness and idiot, but he was also affected by the competition with Sniff, and at this time his mind was full of Nicol's cute appearance, as well as hatred Brie, and his killing intent towards him.

Under the effect of the contract with Brie, his killing intent turned into damage to himself, and his soul was constantly suffering like hanging, making him weaker and weaker, and perhaps without waiting for Tom to wear out his consciousness and memory, he would only be left with a pile of black souls for Tom to devour.

But he was unwilling, he looked at the crucible placed in the distance, this trap was obviously prepared for Brie, but before he could attract Brie, he let his Horcrux lose his soul and fall into the illusion of family affection.

Voldemort, who continued to stare at Tom, saw Tom take out a tattered hat from his arms at this time, and he was directly stunned.

"Bang!"

"Hmph." Tom snorted coldly when he saw the fallen sniff.

A month of worry had passed, Dumbledore had been taken away, and the journal had been obtained by Harry, who now only needed to control the basilisk to cause chaos and lure Harry to the Chamber of Secrets to retrieve the journal, while he could take care of more important things - think about how to get Brie to pick them up

Subject to yourself.

He didn't know how to deal with Brie's alienation until then.

Hogwarts' natural magic.

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