From Kamal Taj to Hogwarts

Hearing the word from Xiwen's mouth, Riddle's expression changed in an instant from shock and disbelief to solemnity, and finally forced himself to calm down.

"I don't understand what you're talking about!" he denied.

"You don't have to admit it, Riddle." Sivan said with a chuckle. "In fact, I have known for a long time that you can use Professor Slughorn's trust in outstanding young wizards to easily get the chance to travel to Hog."

IOU from the restricted area of ​​Watts Library, where you can learn black magic wantonly in the restricted area."

"It just so happened that I went to the library some time ago and found that the tome that contained the most dark magic flavor - "Advanced Black Magic Revealed" had been borrowed."

"Hypocritical! You deceived others and said you can't use black magic, but you actually paid attention to whether "Advanced Black Magic Revealed" has been borrowed by others." Riddle did not answer, but changed the subject and said sarcastically. "Compared to me.

In other words, you are the real hypocrite, right, Rozier?"

Sivan didn't feel dissatisfied at all, and didn't bother to tell Riddle about his first night in Hogwarts Castle.

He just unconsciously recalled the beautiful scene of Helena reading with her head down at the entrance to the restricted book section of the library that night. A few years had passed by so quickly, and he couldn't help but feel a little like a world away.

Xiwen couldn't bear to disturb the quiet scene at that time, so he deliberately slowed down and looked for the books he was interested in on the bookshelf on the other side. However, he was interrupted by the black skull that emerged from "The Secret of Advanced Black Magic"

The plan was disrupted, and the two of them met.

It was precisely because of this incident that he became interested in that strange black magic book. He would occasionally read it, even if he did not intend to learn the black magic in it, but just to use it to defeat his enemies.

Understanding it is also of great use.

Also because of this book, he learned about evil things like Horcruxes. When Dumbledore got the words out of Professor Slughorn and learned that Riddle had asked about Horcruxes, Sivan immediately

Reminds me of "Secrets of Cutting-Edge Black Magic" in the forbidden book area.

The memories in his eyes gradually faded, and Xiwen came back to his senses and looked at Riddle's pretending to be calm in front of him.

"I was still wondering why you were willing to be controlled by the God of Death and pursue this false immortality." He said to Riddle. "Later I figured it out, the mark that the God of Death can leave is only for the blood of wizards.

Imprisonment, as long as you use the power of the Horcrux to abandon your body, you can escape the control of death at any time!"

Riddle's eyes narrowed and his tone began to become nonchalant.

"So what, Rozier?" he said indifferently. "I just killed a bastard who abandoned his wife and children, and then used the waste to make a Horcrux from this killing. My so-called father

You should feel honored about this.”

"But I heard that you want to divide the soul into seven parts and make six Horcruxes?" Xiwen stared into Riddle's eyes and asked coldly.

"I did have this idea, but I haven't had time to implement it yet," Riddle said. "I'm afraid it's all thanks to you, Rosier. You disrupted my plan at Hogwarts and borrowed me from the Grim Reaper."

The plan for strength is ahead of schedule.”

"How about it? I killed a few less people. Doesn't it give you a sense of accomplishment? Hahahahahaha..."

Xiwen frowned and said seriously: "Listen, I don't care what wrong things you have done before, but now is the critical moment of life and death for mankind against foreign invaders. We need you, Riddle!"

"What does humanity have to do with me?" Riddle said with disdain.

"It seems that you don't even remember it. How about I help you recall it?" Xiwen sighed and said softly. "In Wu's Orphanage, on the day when Dumbledore sent you the notice,

You learned about the existence of the magical world for the first time. How happy were you at that time, and how longing did you have for the new world?"

"After arriving at Hogwarts, you have experienced the care and love of professors as an outstanding student, and you have also been loved by the little witch with your handsome appearance. Have you forgotten that Hogwarts has brought you a sense of belonging?

Is it the warmth of 'home'?"

"Whether you admit it or not, all traces of your life exist in this world. There are too many memories and pasts! There may be bad times occasionally, but there must also be emotions that you can't let go of.

"

"Riddle, Dumbledore often said that you are the product of love potions and may not be able to experience 'love'."

"But what about the respect for Professor Slughorn, the sense of belonging to Hogwarts and Slytherin, the friendship with classmates and friends, or the sense of honor when others recognize you with your strong strength? Is it just that?

Isn’t there anything that can impress you?”

Listening to Xiwen's words, Riddle's expression gradually became a little moved.

But he quickly forced himself to suppress the wavering in his heart and slowly shook his head.

"That's all in the past." He moved his eyelids slightly and said softly.

Although Riddle's expression returned to its original state in an instant, Xiwen still saw it keenly.

He took advantage of the situation and took out his trump card and added: "What if I said... I have a way to make you not controlled by the god of death and also able to 'fly away from death'?"

Riddle's pupils suddenly dilated.

"What did you say?!"

"What I mean is that I have a way to preserve the function of the soul through Horcruxes, thereby making your soul immortal!" Xiwen said word by word.

"Is it just the soul? Can't the body be preserved?" Riddle asked with a frown.

"The depths of your bloodline have been marked by the God of Death. I'm afraid I can't do anything about it." Xiwen shook his head. "What's more, isn't this enough? It is not bound by flesh and blood, but it can also maintain a strong

strength."

Seeing the obvious hesitation on Riddle's face, Xiven continued: "You know what? If you choose the right team in time at this time and let us achieve the final victory, then you will be the hero against the God of Death!"

"In this way, the mistakes you made before were just unintentional mistakes made by a child eager to avenge his mother." Xiwen said in confusion.

Hearing this, the wavering Riddle seemed to finally make up his mind and suddenly turned his attention to Sivan.

"What do you need me to do?" He gritted his teeth and asked carefully.

A smile appeared on Xiwen's lips.

"I need the specific location of the God of Death, the distribution and number of his subordinates, his current strength and the abilities he has shown in front of you."

"Also, I look forward to your joining in the final battle!"

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