Filch didn't touch anything else on Lucius except his wand.

"Yugadim Leviosa," a levitation spell sent the unconscious Lucius floating from the ground.

Even though it wasn't the first time he felt the magic coming out of his body, Filch was still very excited.

When the spell was over, the lowered arm trembled uncontrollably.

As he pushed open the door to the Room of Requirement, a small but slightly rapid incantation reached his ears.

In addition to your weapon and the two spells of fainting, accompanied by Gretel's voice, they hit Filch's body one after the other.

Filch watched in amazement as his wand came out of his hand, and then fainted unwillingly.

"It's you," Tom Riddle's voice came from Filch as Glitter continued to cast a petrification charm at Filch, sealing the locktongue.

However, his voice sounded hoarse, and he seemed extremely weak, which did not match the status quo of robbing the life force of the two little wizards.

Gretel took precautions, and when he looked closer, 'Filch' had opened his eyes, but it was different from his usual cloudy eyes that concealed malice.

Now these eyes were obviously exceptionally clear, and there was no trace of resentment and jealousy in their eyes that had almost condensed into substance.

It's just that under the clear eyes, there is a deep exhaustion and unwillingness.

"Senior Tom?"

Glitter couldn't believe that the tired-looking man in front of him could be the smug Tom Riddle.

"It's me, it's ridiculous, I escaped, but I was planted in the hands of this despised squib."

The flat tone could not hide the deep anger, and after a moment of contemplation, Tom Riddle spoke again.

"You should be able to take the mind of the gods, do you want to see how I escaped, and how I got planted in the hands of this squib?"

——

Moving to the familiar room in the Room of Requirement, Tom Riddle was suddenly relieved.

"Come and see, arrogant end."

Gretel had mastered it a few months ago.

With the bonus of Voldemort's experience, at this time, he can be called a master of the Dementor.

Gretel saw in Tom Riddle's memory that a page from the journal had been attached to his back while he was not looking.

Follow him out of the Room of Need.

"Every page of the notebook counts as a limb, and I can communicate with the outside world through a single sheet of paper, and I haven't done that because every time I tear it off, it makes me weak."

Glitter used the Illusion Charm to override Filch's Night Watch, and the paper broke off his back.

Tom Riddle felt that a squib that no one suspected could help him hide his whereabouts.

When Filch returned to his lodgings for the first time, the paper floated in front of his eyes.

"Do you want to have magic?"

From the day he was born, Filch was looking forward to becoming a wizard.

God knows why he turned out to be a squib.

Everyone suggested that he forget everything about wizards and go to the Muggle world.

But he was not reconciled, why did he come from a wizarding family to get along with those filthy Muggles day and night.

The thought of this makes him faintly gag.

I don't know how many late nights, he rubbed the old wand that had been handed down by his family.

I secretly hated myself as a Squib, hated my parents who gave birth to me, and hated wizards from the Muggle world who had the talent they envied.

Hates all those who possess magical powers.

Tom Riddle's words unleashed a beast locked up inside him.

Faced with the bewitchment of a piece of paper, no, Tom Riddle just asked a question, and it was himself who really bewitched Filch.

The Slytherin snake was the first victim.

In fact, Tom Riddle didn't intend to kill people, it was Filch, after feeling the magic that rushed into his body.

He couldn't help but laugh out loud, allowing the little snake to identify him.

In order to save Filch, Tom Riddle had to help him with the finishing touches.

In order to clear the suspicion, at the suggestion of Tom Riddle, Filch left a sign on the wall.

Of course, blaming Gretel was Tom Riddle's suggestion, and he wanted the insider to be imprisoned in Azkaban.

If he can't, he will be expelled from Hogwarts like Hagrid did fifty-nine years ago.

However, Hagrid is not Grett, and Filch is not Tom Riddle.

Gretel is not as obscure as Hagrid, and Filch does not possess as much charisma as Tom Riddle.

Gretel was just locked up in the end.

But the transferred magic is limited after all, and once Filch turns over, how can he restrain himself.

Late every night, in a corner that no one knows, Filch casts a spell to vent his decades of repression as a squib.

Not a week had passed, and the looted mana had been squandered by Filch.

Having already felt the beauty of being a wizard, how could Filch allow himself to be reduced to the squib who was played with a spell.

He's going to strike again.

Even though Tom Riddle was adamantly opposed, Filch did not hesitate to act.

Faced with Filch's madness, Tom Riddle decided to abandon him, but he never thought about it, and fell in love with this squib.

He tore off the diary one by one and nailed it to himself with a wooden nail cut out of the broken branches of a hawthorn tree.

The leaves and flowers of the hawthorn tree have healing properties, but the broken branches have a death-like smell.

The broken branches of the hawthorn tree have always been good material for performing black magic.

Filch didn't know where he learned the evil spells of the ancient dark wizards.

The ability of this spell is to plunder the souls of others, sew them together with wooden nails, and finally merge with oneself to forcibly plunder the talents of others.

This spell was once circulated among the dark wizard community, and eventually disappeared into history due to mutual plunder.

Only a very small number of documents have been mentioned and were judged to have been lost centuries ago.

This spell is useless against Squibs, because there is no way to cast a spell without mana, but who asked Tom Riddle to borrow it for him.

With the last remnants of his body, Filch pinned Tom Riddle to himself.

Seeing this, Glitter took Filch's wand and picked open his clothes.

Every piece of skin on his body, which was hidden by the diary, was firmly nailed with hawthorn wooden nails.

A wry smile crossed Filch's face.

"Hunting geese all day long, but I never thought that I would be pecked by geese.

I didn't expect a Squib to have such a strong hatred for wizards, no, for all things magical.

Because of the spell, I became a vassal.

If he hadn't been desperate to have magic again, by the time he fused my soul, no one would ever discover his secret again.

Because, no one doubts that a Squib can kill a wizard at Hogwarts.

At that time, as long as he plunders slowly, he will one day grow to the point where no one can be defeated.

Luckily, he's crazy, but he's stupid, much more stupid than the mudbloods.

Squib, it's magic's curse on him. ”

It can be seen that Tom Riddle has been holding back for a long time, hoping that someone will listen to his anger.

Truth be told, Greet was surprised when the Regent told Gretel that Tom Riddle was grateful to him at this time.

"You don't feel wrong, I do thank you, I can allow myself to fail, but I don't allow myself to lose so aggrieved and die so lost.

So, after this Squib crucified me on him, asked me to help him again, and I had no more objections.

Because I know that as long as he does it, you will be free, and you will definitely come to check it after you are free, and the piece of paper I left behind is the medium of our communication.

Admittedly, I started out to show off, to show off that you little wizard is so secret, to show off that I can be free from you.

But I didn't expect this to become a lifesaver for me. ”

Glitter didn't speak, he just felt that the world was bizarre.

He doesn't bother with the diary, and everything will develop as the original world line.

Tom Riddle uses Ginny's body to open the Chamber of Secrets, and Harry once again adds to the Savior's aura.

Or, Tom Riddle kept the agreement between the two, and there would be no more series of things to follow, and he would not be humiliated by the Squibs.

Or, instead of Filch, he may have been freed to re-enroll at Hogwarts in place of any wizard.

However, there are no ifs.

Lucius, who was crooked on the other side, let out a muffled snort.

Without looking back, Glitter threw a stun spell and sent him to play cards with Merlin in his dream.

"What if he held back and didn't make a move?" Glitter threw out his own doubts.

"So how excited I was when I felt that you had burned the paper I left behind.

The spell was far more powerful than I had ever imagined, and I had no hope of escaping, only of being able to get out of this filthy Squib.

Guess why he came to the Room of Need?

It was true that this spell made me lose the ability to resist, but the secret of the soul was not something that his squib could understand.

How can there be no side effects from fusing two souls, although I can't control him, but I can hint from my subconscious.

Even if Lucius hadn't arrived today, I'd have hinted that this Squib is coming to the Room of Requirement.

He doesn't know that this place exists, and as long as he appears here, I believe that he will definitely attract your attention. ”

Glitter interrupted him, "What if I was careless and planted in the hands of a squib who knows magic?" ”

Tom Riddle laughed maniacally, "How could you, a man like you who could hide under Dumbledore's eyes, be planted in an unknown Squib."

When I entered the school, I was stared at by Dumbledore.

Besides, even if you plant it. That's just to come to be my companion, with you and me as my companion, what else can I be unwilling to. ”

After laughing maniacally for a while, he calmed down in a burst of coughing, "I'm hopeless, I just want you to separate me from this filthy squib." ”

Tom Riddle said it sincerely, but Glitter didn't believe it.

He thought for a moment, canceled the stun spell, and woke Filch up.

Before Filch could react, Gretel's magic rushed into his brain along Filch's eyes.

Glitter never imagined that a person's thoughts could be so dark that young Tom could not even compare to one ten-thousandth of what he had in his head.

In Filch's brain, Glitter sees what Tom Riddle could have hidden.

He saw the glittering student council president wailing in pain under the hawthorn nails.

Seeing the relief and cruelty on Filch's face when he drove the wooden nail into his body.

He also saw Filch's jealousy and hatred for everyone.

From the family that gave birth to him to strangers, from the wizard who just entered the school to the headmaster of Hogwarts.

Even the magical creatures of the Forbidden Forest were hated by him.

He was full of resentment towards everything, and a strong sense of destruction tormented him day and night.

The only thing that brought him a trace of warmth was Lady Loris, who had been with him for decades at vigil.

Tom Riddle didn't lie to him, it was indeed Filch who was in charge.

Tom Riddle plays nothing more than the man who opens the door to let the devil out.

Knocking Filch unconscious again, Tom Riddle struggled to come out.

"He's plundering my soul all the time, if you confirm it, help give me a good time, pull out these damn wooden nails, I'm going to die, I don't want to die on this squib."

Glitter didn't hesitate this time, and the wooden nails broke away from Filch's body one by one.

The paper, soaked in black blood, was stripped off Filch's body with difficulty.

"Can't you, help me?"

Tom Riddle looked tough, complaining on and off.

But not only did he not wait for Gretel's help.

Instead, after hearing his words, he quickly took a few steps back.

For Gretel, it helps him pull out the wooden nails.

It has already given him face as Professor Fu's soul.

If it were a stranger, he wouldn't even be involved in it.

"Give me a clean up."

The peeled paper was folded back into the shape of a diary.

Tom Riddle, who was almost invisible, cast a pleading glance at Gretel.

After cleaning up and restoring the diary to its clumsy appearance, Glitter saw Tom Riddle turn into a puff of green smoke and disappear in front of his eyes.

Sighing, Gretel decided to deal with Filch in front of him.

In order to prove that Tom had not deceived him, he had to wake up Filch to re-use his Templars.

Killing can't be killed, at least not by him, only the murderer who is caught alive can save Hogwarts from the panic.

Just as he leaned down and was about to use the method of [Memory Master] to modify the memories of the two people on the ground, the diary on the ground was like a dead thing, and suddenly there was no wind and automated.

A ghostly light flew towards the center of his eyebrows, too close and too fast.

Gretel only had time to curse the farmer and the snake inwardly.

At the same time, Tom Riddle's words came to his ears, "Gretel, you really deserve to be you, and you will not give up your vigilance against me at this time." ”