Riddle looked at the rusty crown in front of him, sensing the same aura in it, and felt a rush of whim from the depths of his soul.

A dim glow flashed in his pure black pupils, and a wicked smile curled into his lips.

The next moment, Riddle suddenly reached out and slammed the crown on his head. At the same time, he held it down with both hands, not giving the crown any room to escape.

The crown suddenly felt bad, and a powerful wave of energy surged out, frantically blasting towards Riddle's soul body.

At the same time, the location of the sapphire in the crown flickered, and then a bald figure with scarlet eyes burst out of the gem and slammed into Riddle's eyebrows.

Riddle's eyes suddenly glazed over.

Faintly, freaks of scarlet and pitch-black light tangle and tear in Riddle's eyes, as if two different souls were clashing on a conscious level, vying for control of each other.

Riddle's already illusory body is constantly changing, flickering back and forth between the real and the virtual, like an old black-and-white television set, barely showing a blurry image.

As time passed, the scarlet light in Riddle's eyes grew weaker and fainter, until it was completely consumed by the pitch-black spots—

Riddle opened his eyes suddenly, and a terrifying cold light bloomed.

His body also stopped flickering at the same time, and became extremely condensed, and it was almost impossible to see the difference between this soul body and a normal person with the naked eye alone!

"I've disappointed you, my lord." Riddle chuckled, "I don't have any interest in asking for help. Because I'm just like you, I only care about what I actually get into my hands......"

If Voldemort had seen this, he would have been incredulous and furious!

Because he couldn't have imagined that Tom Riddle in the Horcrux diary would take the initiative to absorb the soul fragments in the Horcrux crown and obtain more powerful soul power!

Although Voldemort split a fragment of a soul of similar size in both the Horcrux diary and the Horcrux crown. But the difference is that the diary has a lot of memories of his youth, contains a wealth of magical theoretical knowledge, and contains his concepts and personality......

As a result, the Horcrux Diary was able to borrow Voldemort's soul fragments to create a soul body that was very similar to him, with a well-developed personality, a wealth of knowledge of magical theory, and most importantly, the possibility of growth!

Over the course of fifty years, the diary had grown tremendously in the eyes of all the other wizards who approached him.

So it didn't take much effort for him to completely wipe out the weak soul fragments in the Horcrux crown, absorb the power in it, and completely merge with it.

The fusion of the two soul fragments made Riddle's illusory body as solid as flesh and blood.

And after he absorbed the soul fragments from the crown, the original rusty crown was thrown on the crate like a waste.

There was no more call from there, and there was no breath of any resemblance to Riddle......

But the strange thing is that the rust and dull traces on the crown gradually disappeared as the Horcrux fragments were sucked away, gradually revealing the original color of the crown -

Glittering and renewed, it seems to be the most perfect ornament in the world, and has not been worn out and eroded by time.

However, Riddle has no interest in calming down and appreciating this beauty.

He just frowned, looking at the two bright moons hanging far away outside the high window, and his mood was depressed.

Riddle knew that it was magic that belonged to Dracula alone, and he also understood the grandeur and power of the magical dark moon, so he couldn't afford to confront Dracula.

"If there is a Dumbledore at Hogwarts, why is there another Dracula......" He unconsciously fiddled with the diary in his hand, his eyes glazed.

Just as he happened to turn the journal to the title page, Riddle looked down and felt that the title page was a little empty, and it seemed that a name was missing.

His eyes flickered, and the words "Tom Marvolo Riddle" appeared on the blank title page.

The next moment, Riddle's eyes suddenly widened -

He's got the job done!

……

Two days later, on the fourth floor of Hogwarts Castle, the school infirmary.

Dumbledore was haggling with Madam Pomfrey, the head nurse.

"Albus, the patient needs to rest!" Madam Pomfrey said with a serious face, "Mr. Potter doesn't know exactly what he's going through, but he's very weak and it's best not to be disturbed." ”

"Don't worry, Poppy, I'm just going to visit the young hero, right away." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Well, for your principal's sake." Madam Pomfrey said reluctantly, and when Dumbledore walked into the school infirmary, she didn't forget to add, "No example!" ”

Dumbledore walked straight to the hospital bed where Harry was, and looked at his eyes closed, with some pain on his face, and thought of his unfortunate life, and couldn't help but feel a little sad.

He wiped his eyes sensually and sat down on the chair next to the bed, staring at the scar on Harry's forehead, not knowing what he was thinking.

At this moment, the tightly knit windows of the school infirmary suddenly opened automatically, and a silver-haired figure appeared on the windowsill, looking at Dumbledore with a chuckle.

"Professor Dracula, you'd better close the windows." Dumbledore looked at the figure on the windowsill and said helplessly, "Madam Pomfrey is most concerned about the temperature in the infirmary, and she will be angry if you are caught secretly opening the window." ”

He no longer had any hope of getting Dracula on the right path, and only hoped that the unconventional professor would close the window and not lure Madam Pomfrey over.

"Okay." Dracula shrugged, jumped off the windowsill, and closed the window casually, "How's Potter doing?" ”

"Thank you for your concern, Professor Dracula." Dumbledore said, "Harry is in a fairly stable condition right now, and it shouldn't be long before he wakes up." ”

"You may have misunderstood what I meant." Dracula waved his hand, "I didn't mean to care about the students, I'm just a little curious, how did Potter burn Quirrell with his bare hands before?" I've lived so long that I don't seem to have seen this kind of magic. ”

Dumbledore looked at the interested expression on Dracula's face, not caring about the student's thoughts in the slightest, and couldn't help but shake his head helplessly.

"Harry's mother died trying to save him." He whispered, "And Voldemort is an aphrodisiac baby, and he will never understand what love is." ”

"Wait a minute." Degu stretched out a hand and interrupted Dumbledore, "You're going to come up with that theory of bonds again, are you?" It's okay to deceive a kid like Potter with this kind of deceptive words, you don't have to deal with me. ”

"But I'm serious, Professor Dracula." Dumbledore lifted his glasses and looked into Dracula's eyes, "Harry's mother left him a love talisman, and this amulet is hidden deep in Harry's skin and blood. It was for this reason that Quirrell was unable to touch Harry. ”

"Quirrell has betrayed his soul to Voldemort and thus become a cursed, half-dead remnant with the blood of a unicorn. His broken soul would be purified by the radiance of powerful positive emotions when it touches a wizard with the amulet of love. ”

"Then, according to what you say, is it possible for any powerful wizard to be killed by a weak man who is helpless but full of love?" Dracula snorted disapplausively, "Mr. Headmaster, do you think this is reasonable?" ”

"Professor Dracula, but love is an unreasonable thing." Dumbledore gently stroked the wand in his hand, his thoughts drifting somewhere, "Love is the positive energy projected by the human spirit, and it allows us to do many things that would otherwise be impossible. ”

"Lily is the same, using her love to gain the strength to fight Voldemort......"

Dracula frowned, and suddenly put his hand on the side of Harry's neck, sharp nails sticking out of his fingertips.

Dumbledore was taken aback and quickly stood up. "What do you want to do?"

"I don't want to do anything, look at you nervous." Dracula withdrew his hand and glanced at Dumbledore, "It turns out that it's just a specific bloodline magic, I don't understand how you can make simple things so complicated." ”

"From what I've observed, Potter's mother gave her life with a strong sense of positivity, and these two powers were infused into Potter's bloodline with specific bloodline magic. Thus, she gained specific strength to defend herself against the killers. ”

"It's a very ingenious magic, and it can really give her the possibility of defeating the strong for the time being." Dracula said, looking at the artery in Harry's neck with a little greed.

If Dumbledore hadn't been here, he would have really wanted to take some of Harry's blood, which contained the magic of the unique bloodline......

Just then, Harry woke up.

He stared blankly at Dumbledore, then suddenly shouted, "Sir! Philosopher's Stone! Voldemort has come down from Quirrell, he must have gotten the Philosopher's Stone! ”

"Don't get excited, dear child, these words are a bit outdated," Dumbledore said gently, "Voldemort didn't get the Philosopher's Stone. ”

Harry was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered the last thing he saw before he fell unconscious—

"I remember! The last thing I saw Snape coming from the other side of the door! He said gratefully, "Sir, isn't it Snape...... No, Professor Snape saved me! He saved me twice! ”

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