A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 135 Cooperation

Herbo the Despicable was a wizard from the ancient Greek period. He was one of the most powerful and influential dark wizards known in history, with many infamous research results. He was one of the earliest Parselmouths and was

The first wizard to breed a basilisk, invented the method of making Horcruxes, and invented many evil curses.

Owen pulled him out to lie to Tom just because his name was famous enough and he was a known wizard who had made Horcruxes.

"Did something big happen at Hogwarts?" Tom just asked, without questioning the fact that Halpo was still alive. He was very confident in the effect of the Horcrux, and Halpo could survive with the help of the Horcrux.

It's very reasonable now.

"It's no big deal. What I mean is that Haierpo didn't come here as a normal living person, but sneaked into the school in some weird way." Owen's eyes were filled with interesting smiles, and he was full of interest.

He was weaving stories in his mind, "He seems to be in a state of neither life nor death, and is plotting to be completely resurrected..."

"I wanted to investigate what is happening to him now and why he has been able to exist in this world for so long, so I went through a lot of historical information about him and finally found the term Horcrux. But all the books only mentioned Horcrux briefly.

, I keep it secret, so I want to ask you if you know, after all, in my eyes you are very knowledgeable."

"Tom, I really didn't expect you to be...a Horcrux." Owen wrote with sadness and anger at being betrayed by a close friend, "So you have been deceiving me for so long? I thought you would be me.

The most intimate friend..."

"I didn't lie to you. At most, I just kept some of my own important secrets." Tom's handwriting slowly emerged, "Owen, didn't you also hide the fact that you know black magic from me?"

"Besides, do you really not want to test me?" he wrote word by word.

"To be honest, not really." Owen wrote aggrievedly. He really didn't want to test, he just wanted to tease Tom. "As you said, you behave like those portraits that can be seen everywhere in the castle.

, at most, you have more extraordinary thinking. Who would have thought that you were a Horcrux? I don’t believe there is such a coincidence."

The handwriting he had just written whirled and disappeared, and an ink dot appeared on the page, showing Tom's restless heart. Could it be that Owen was really just asking casually, but was he acting as a self-destruct truck?

The entire diary is almost gone.

"As for the fact that I know black magic, I did hide it from you, but I was just worried that you would stop paying attention to me. After all, you looked like a good and well-behaved child at first sight, and you were still a prefect back then. I thought you would reject me.

It's black magic." Owen continued to write, "My concealment is innocuous, but your deception of me is fatal. Have you been thinking about how to harm me?"

"But haven't you never really opened your heart to me?" Tom asked evasively, "You are always wary of me, I can feel it."

"How do you feel it? Is it because the life force you absorbed from me is much less than you expected?" Owen narrowed his eyes, "Sure enough, it was you who caused me a cold before. It seems you are not satisfied.

In this state of existence, do you want to truly live?"

"I admit that I did absorb a tiny bit of your vitality, and I'm very sorry for that. But that was not my intention. It was you who communicated with me day after day and took the initiative to pour a part of it into the diary.

Mental strength and vitality." Seeing that this matter could no longer be concealed, Tom did not try to quibble, but answered sincerely.

"I don't really want to hurt you, because that won't make me truly alive, it will only put me in danger - I know that you are a very smart and cautious person, and will not let go of any abnormality in yourself. Once

If you begin to suspect that I am threatening your life, you will not hesitate to find ways to destroy me, right?"

Owen nodded, that's right, it seems that Tom is very awake.

Perhaps it's because this diary Horcrux was created by Voldemort before he graduated, and its power is really weak. In the original plot, Tom controlled Ginny's body again and again to open the secret room and harm people, leaving too many flaws.

There are too many. Anyone who is decisive enough and smart enough will quickly think of the diary and then find a way to get rid of it, such as giving it to professors or asking parents for help.

Even if Tom persists and doesn't control people to open the secret room, but just absorbs the life force silently, the clues will be discovered one day. After all, in the original plot, it took him almost a year to devour Ginny's life force before he finally completely controlled it.

After such a long time, a person's body becomes weaker and weaker, and he will always try his best to find the reason.

It can only be said that the reason why this diary was able to achieve that level in the original plot is because Ginny was too caring and spoiled him, and she kept making wrong choices. Even if she did one thing right,

Tom couldn't jump anymore. Even if he used his ability to drag Owen into the diary, there would still be great dangers.

Owen lowered his eyes and looked at the writing that continued to appear in the diary, with a faint smile on his lips.

"In fact, I have been thinking of ways to reach a cooperative relationship with you. After all, we are so compatible... Of course, on the premise that the secret of the Horcrux is not leaked." Tom's font became beautiful again and looked pleasing to the eye.

, "But since you already know it now, and I can't do anything to you, then some things can be discussed."

"You think I will hurt you because you don't understand Horcruxes. Let's go back to the original topic and talk about what Horcruxes are." Letters appeared smoothly on the page, "If you still want to believe it

As for me, we can talk face to face..."

"You're not going to continue to deal with me, are you?" Owen raised his eyebrows, silently entered the wall-facing space, copied a copy of his own memory and stored it in the clone, just like he split his memory in the Forbidden Forest last year.

Same as what I did that time.

"Of course not. I have said that I sincerely want to cooperate with you." Tom replied, "And I don't have much power. I can't force you into my world a second time unless I

I want to fall into a long sleep."

"Okay." Owen wrote. He told Melete not to worry later, and then saw the diary in front of him being flipped through again.

One of the pages seemed to have turned into a miniature TV screen, with vivid scenes appearing inside. Owen approached the small window and fell into the swirling light and shadow again.

The vast, dark space in front of us was no longer the familiar Hogwarts Great Hall. There was no one around the four empty rows of long tables. The stars at night were reflected on the ceiling, and thousands of candles were suspended high in the sky.

Although it is the auditorium from fifty years ago, it is not much different from the one today.

"I'm glad you are still willing to trust me, Owen." Tom's low and sweet voice came from the side. He was still dressed in the same clothes as before, with a charming smile on his handsome face. He was sitting there by himself.

Sitting on a chair next to Leitlin's long table looked like a student who had come early to attend the banquet.

"You don't mind if I make some insurance." As soon as Irving came in, he released the Black Demon Guard, letting it flutter around him, and even the surrounding air seemed to become cold and distorted.

"Of course, this is human nature." Tom said gracefully. He tilted his head and looked at the ominous shadow, his eyes shining with admiration and fascination.

"It's such a charming existence, isn't it?" He sighed softly.

"Indeed." Owen held the dark guard in his arms like a piece of clothing, and sat on the chair opposite Tom with a bright smile, "I thought you also knew this magic."

"I haven't learned the Patronus Charm, and I don't meet the conditions for summoning the Dark Guardian. That's very harsh." Tom stroked the table with his right hand and said slowly, "Although a skilled wizard can use powerful magic to force the summons, that's very harsh."

It’s too complex and difficult to be able to control it so easily... At your age, that’s amazing.”

"We are really similar, Owen, whether it is our qualities or personalities, or even our fearlessness in exploring the deepest and most fascinating forbidden areas of magic..." He looked at Owen with admiration, "

We are no different..."

"Really? Let's get back to the topic." Owen touched the top hat in his arms with an elegant and gentle smile on his face. A cold and cold chill seemed to have invaded his internal organs, but he always hated the cold.

I don't reject this feeling.

"Okay, Horcrux..." Tom looked at him seriously, placing the fingertips of his hands on his chest, "You should know that this is a kind of magic created for immortality. It splits your soul.

Hide part of it in an object and be protected for a long time..."

"I think the books you have read should all tell you this." He said slowly.

"That's right." Owen nodded, "This description is too brief and is of limited help to me in investigating Halpo's purpose of coming to Hogwarts."

"Let me ask, why do you want to investigate the purpose of Haierbo's coming here?" Tom said softly, "That has nothing to do with you, it's just out of curiosity?"

"No, I have some grudges with him, but that would be a long story." Owen said with a smile, "I will tell you after you finish telling me about the Horcrux."

"It seems that you are very eager to know the secret of the Horcrux." Tom smiled and looked more relaxed, "It turns out that I don't have any chips in my hand... Of course, I will truthfully tell you what you want.

You know, this is my sincerity."

Owen asked without changing his expression: "Horcruxes can really make you immortal?"

"There is no doubt that this is a great magic that can truly achieve eternal life. It is much superior to the Sorcerer's Stone." Tom's eyes became a little fanatical, "After making a Horcrux, your body will get a part of the Horcrux.

This characteristic is a kind of black magic transformation. You will become able to absorb the vitality of other creatures to replenish yourself, which means that your body will not age and will always maintain its peak vitality."

"And as long as your Horcrux is not destroyed, even if your body is destroyed, you will not die. Because there is still a part of the soul left in the world, undamaged... This is immortality." He said slowly, his eyes

It becomes dark and deep, "It will not weaken your power, it will only make you more compatible with black magic and become stronger and stronger... I think you who have completed the dark magic guard should feel the same way."

"If you put it that way, it is indeed very powerful." Owen raised his eyebrows, "But are you not afraid that the Horcrux will come to life and two of you will appear in this world?"

Tom shook his head funnyly and said: "A Horcrux is just a Horcrux. It cannot truly come back to life. It is a tool, an anchor point for the soul, and a means of resurrecting oneself..."

"When you are alive and well, the soul fragments in the Horcrux will always be in a sleeping state and will not be very active. Only when something happens to the main body will the remaining soul in the Horcrux wake up and start thinking of ways to absorb life force.

, and gain a certain ability to act independently." He tapped the tabletop with his finger, "But the remnant soul cannot exist independently from the host Horcrux, this is unchangeable."

"After absorbing enough vitality, the soul fragments in the Horcrux will gain the ability to move freely in some unreal form. In the process, all the memories of the main soul will gradually be restored until the location of the main soul is sensed.

Position." Tom raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "At this time, he will find the main soul, resurrect the main soul, and then return to the original state and fall asleep again."

"So, there's something wrong with your subject?" Owen said, pretending not to know.

"This is an obvious thing." Tom shrugged, "The real body will not die, but it must be in an extremely weak state. Finding him and resurrecting him is my purpose."

"But...are you willing to do this?" Owen stared at the other person's face, "Being swallowed by your future self, giving up your freedom and right to survival, and placing everything on another you?"

"I think you made a mistake, Owen. There can only be one self, and there will always be only one me." Tom looked at him deeply, "The making of a Horcrux is not to divide the soul into two halves, but to divide the soul into two parts.

Just cut off a small part. This insignificant part cannot live independently, nor will it essentially become another 'me'. There is only one me."

"It's a wonderful feeling. Even if the soul fragments in the Horcrux have lost their connection with the main soul, on a higher level, they are always connected and share the same understanding of themselves.

They have the same temperament." He narrowed his eyes in a daze, "This means that the me in front of you is my future self, and there is no such thing as being swallowed - will you reject taking back your own memories?"

Owen nodded thoughtfully and looked at Tom with a slight disappointment. In this way, the person in front of him cannot be regarded as the Tom who was not so paranoid and violent fifty years ago, but the Voldemort with incomplete memory. Come to think of it,

Also, Voldemort's main soul has turned into that brutal character, so how can the even more mutilated remnant soul be any better?

"What a pity." He shook his head slightly. He actually quite admired the little Tom in the diary, but judging from the current situation, most of what this guy showed was probably just a disguise.

"Hey, haven't I been playing him all the time?" Owen laughed dumbly, "It's really a dating game full of deceit and deceit from the beginning."

Tom looked at his expression, but mistakenly thought that Owen did not understand what he said. He suddenly smiled and leaned down slightly, with a hoarse tone with a charming temptation: "Just listen to my description, it may be difficult for you.

Understand. If you're really curious, why not try it? It's a very easy thing, just a simple murder and a few spells..."

"Oh, stop talking, I'm almost tempted." Owen showed a bright smile, "It's really a way to live forever that seems to have no side effects." His expression suddenly became serious: "But really

Are there no side effects?"

Let’s not mention that Voldemort became so violent that he seemed to have lost his mind. Let’s just think that it was caused by splitting his soul too many times. Owen learned from the original work that the remnant soul of Voldemort after his death may be trapped between life and death forever.

In the blurred illusion between them, his soul could not feel the pain and incompleteness while alive, but after death, it could only be trapped in a world shrouded in white mist, trembling and crying in pain all day long.

Choosing to use Horcruxes to pursue immortality may mean giving up the qualification to die. Once you truly die, you will fall into hell forever and will never be able to escape.

"I think splitting the soul is not a wise choice, Tom." Owen said slowly. Although he also fantasized about immortality, he was not afraid of death. He was even curious about what kind of great adventure death was.

.The most important thing is that he will never cut off his retreat.

"Wise?" Tom tilted his head and looked at him, "Do you think you are wiser than me?" He glanced at Owen's black devil guard, with a strange smile on his lips: "How are you better than me?

Killing his own patron saint with his own hands, irreversibly alienating and distorting part of his personality and self...I said, we are the same, Owen, we have the same goals."

Owen smiled and said: "Maybe." Oops, his hands suddenly felt itchy and he really wanted to beat Voldemort to relieve his stress.

The two ended the topic with a tacit understanding and began to chat about the next cooperation.

"You need to absorb the life force, but it doesn't have to be me." Owen stood up and stretched his body.

"Yes, it can be anyone else, or it can be a magical animal." Tom said calmly, "The Horcrux itself has the ability to absorb life force. Cooperating with you is far more beneficial to me than harming you."

"In exchange, you will do your best to answer my confusion in study, and make pertinent suggestions to help me catch..." Owen paused for a moment, and the smile at the corner of his mouth deepened, "Helbo.

"

Tom nodded slightly: "Tell me about you and Haierbo."

"Oh - let's start from last year." Owen winked mischievously.

(End of chapter)