Faced with this guy who has been insidious since childhood, how could Gretel let his guard down.

Even when he was thinking about things, he didn't forget to put a trace of his mind on Tom Riddle.

Seeing him pounce on him, the fangs in his hand that he didn't put down approached the notebook where the remnant soul was lodged in an instant.

"Stop, I'm kidding."

Even if it was a remnant soul, Tom Riddle still seemed to be scared out of a cold sweat and carefully retreated.

"You're really good." After a few moments, Tom Riddle adjusted his mood and folded his arms in praise.

"Why don't you follow me, although I don't know what your relationship is with the main body, but you must know that every time a Horcrux is separated, his already torn brain becomes more and more crazy.

There is no future with him, and with me, you help me to resurrect me, and I promise that one day your position will be above all ten thousand. ”

Gretel yawned and said angrily, "Empty words, the professor has left me with countless magical knowledge, you empty mouth and white teeth will let me do it with you, do you think I'm that fool of the Weasleys?" ”

"Well, teach me what you know, I promise, not to give you to Dumbledore."

Tom Riddle's eyes were like a depressed volcano, and he didn't expect that one day he would be threatened.

Proud by nature, even if he was under the sword, he didn't choose to admit it.

"Why don't you hand me over to Dumbledore, I'm a little curious about what he thinks of a wizard who dares to cast unforgivable spells at Hogwarts."

Gretel frowned, as if young Tom Riddle and Professor Vol. were indeed a little different.

As Professor Fu, who had endured humiliation enough to live in the back of Quirrell's head, Glitter believed that if someone threatened him like that.

His first instinct should be to plan and act, rather than choose this kind of fish to die and break the net.

"In that case, then we don't have much to talk about."

How could Gretel accept his coercion, and the fangs in his hand poked straight through.

Seeing that Gretel did not hesitate in the slightest, Tom Riddle was a little dumbfounded.

Negotiations don't always come and go, and there is no one who flips the table as soon as they talk.

He panicked instantly, originally thinking that Gretel was so scheming to get him because he was treating him as a treasure.

Now it seems that even a broken tile may not be compared.

After this battle, the momentum suddenly softened.

Fortunately, as soon as he pierced a page, Glitter heard his soft words, and tore it with his hand, and the venom-stained waste paper turned into a cloud of flying ashes.

He didn't ask Tom Riddle to give for free.

Now that he has softened, even if he can see that he is not convinced.

Glitter was still willing to give him a chance to negotiate.

After some verbal bickering, Gretel and Tom Riddle agreed with each other.

Tom Riddle is involved in Gretel's research and provides technical support.

In return, Glitter provided him with the necessary vitality to operate in the outside world, and gave him freedom in due course, for a period of up to three years.

After everything was agreed, Tom Riddle, who didn't need to sleep, was put on the shelves by Gretel to study an unbetrayable spell for the soul.

No matter what the cause, the most feared thing is not a foreign enemy, but the appearance of a traitor.

This is true for business, it is true for politics, and it is true for war.

What Gretel has to do, whether it is the business that is about to start or the war that is bound to exist in the future, cannot allow the existence of traitors.

But as his numbers grew, it was impossible for him to make a contract with everyone, requiring a solid oath spell to bind him.

It is true that it is beautiful to come together because of the same goal, support each other, and not betray each other.

But it was an ideal country, and Glitter never looked at the future from the worst perspective.

In the foreseeable future, he is responsible for the lives of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, of people, so a strong restraint is necessary insurance.

He wasn't Grindelwald, and he didn't have the eloquence to make thousands of people go to the trouble for him.

He doesn't think he's that charismatic.

He is not Voldemort either, with endless high pressure, to make everyone offer their loyalty to him.

He doesn't need echo worms, differences can exist, arguments can also seek common ground, he just needs to ensure that no one betrays, so as not to hurt the relatives and enemies.

As an expert at playing with the soul, Gretel trusts Tom Riddle to meet his needs.

Doesn't even think about how much work it takes to design a new spell from scratch.

Anyway, when he heard Gretel's request, Tom Riddle almost picked a pick.

Fortunately, Glitter negotiated with him amicably with fangs (coercion by force), so that he 'willingly' accepted the task.

Gretel is not afraid of his tricks, in front of the panel, no one can play tricks.

Except for an unknown prophecy that has not been logged into the panel so far.

Anyway, Gretel had already given up, and he was sure he didn't have the talent.

Before leaving the auditorium, Professor Trelawney told him that if he still wanted to skip class, he could come at any time.

even hinted that as long as he took a divination class in the third grade, even if he didn't do anything, she would give him a high score.

Now it seems that she can only disappoint her, this kind of talent is really not something that a mortal like him can have.

Even if everyone thought he had a gift for prophecy, he wouldn't take it seriously.

The panel had long told him to let go of this unrealistic idea.

If there is anyone at Hogwarts who has the most talent, Gretel thinks that it must be the crazy girl Luna.

Yes, in just two weeks, Luna Lovegood has earned her own title in Ravenclaw, the weirdos.

In Gretel's opinion, this girl is too evil.

Obviously, he and the other thirteen people in the tower didn't even speak much.

Luna would still suddenly come up to him and said in a low voice.

"You smell the same, I can see it."

Merlin, if it weren't for Hogwarts, Glitter would have wanted this mad girl to be kidnapped and sent far away.

Fortunately, Luna will always be alone, no matter who she is, and she will always be stuffy in her stomach if she has anything to say.

Otherwise, Glitter felt that his unformed team would be known to the whole world by Luna before it was released.

When the time comes, I am afraid it will be a joint crackdown between Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic.

Then, he will go to Azkaban, where there is a lot of talent, to develop his team.

Think about it, a team whose goal is to break the law of secrecy is either murderous prison felons or eerie dementors.

No matter how you think about it, it's not a serious picture.

Glitter felt that he needed to find time to have a good conversation with this crazy girl full of spirit.

At the very least, she had to figure out what caught her attention.

If she really can't, she can only use the Oblivion Charm to modify her memory.

Although he felt that the Oblivion Charm might not be able to work on this girl's body.

When Gretel returned to the tower, it was late at night.

There was no Fox escort today, and in the face of Filch's inspection, he had to learn from other night wanderers, all kinds of hide and seek.

I have to say that under the squib's eyelids, squatting mushrooms with phantom spells are indeed a bit thrilling.

When Gretel entered the lounge, he saw the silver eyes that seemed to be unfocused, and looked at him with a smile.

Tomorrow will act, Gretel secretly decided.