Hogwarts behind-the-scenes big boss

"I!…"

Tom wanted to say I didn't want to, but the temptation of the crown was too great.

Ravenclaw's diadem!

Tom's eyes widened.

"Oh, I'm not just trying to steal Ravenclaw's wisdom - I've never been tempted by that thing. The great Voldemort never lacks wisdom! I'm doing it for myself in the crown!"

Tom roared inwardly.

The soul fragments of the same person split due to the Death Curse always have a special connection.

There is another soul fragment in the crown beckoning to Tom!

Tom has felt it.

That touch from the soul is like a hungry person smelling the aroma of barbecue!

"I need to get him."

Unparalleled determination burst out in Tom's eyes. With that piece of soul fragment, he was sure to get out of the notebook.

"Don't even try to play tricks on me."

Moriarty chuckled, breaking Tom's fantasy.

"Listen to my arrangements honestly, and maybe I can let you live in this world again as Riddle."

Moriarty picked up the crown, and Tom suddenly couldn't feel his other self.

"You don't want me to do anything for you!"

Tom gritted his teeth.

"The great Lord Voldemort never surrenders."

"You see, this is our difference." Moriarty played with the crown casually.

The five fingers rotate dexterously to prevent the crown's sharp crown from piercing the skin.

"You never understand win-win, only violence and oppression."

"Then I won't talk to you anymore, I'll control you directly."

Moriarty put down the crown, made a "click" sound, and grabbed the notebook.

"Alas, originally my cousin was planning to wait for you to resurrect and introduce you to a partner. Alas, it seems that there is no need for her. That girl is not bad. Tsk, forget it, let's destroy her."

Moriarty said as he was about to tear up the notebook.

He was not trying to scare Tom, his hands were covered with a layer of black flames.

Tom felt the heat of palpitations, and his soul was burned by just the breath.

"stop--"

Tom finally couldn't help it and shouted.

"You can't destroy me, I..."

But Moriarty didn't give Tom a chance to speak, "Of course I can destroy you. Do you think that a Horcrux that is strong for others is also strong for me? I have too many ways to destroy you, just like the infestation of goblins."

So many.”

"No, no, no, stop," Tom said in a panic, "I said stop, okay?"

"But you don't want to listen to me."

"Ha," Tom said angrily, "Between listening to your words and being destroyed, how can I destroy the latter! I'm not the stupid big guy like Hagrid."

"Unfortunately, you will become even smarter than Hagrid in the future. But you made the right choice now."

Moriarty put down the notebook and put it back on the table.

"Later, I will throw your and Voldemort's No. 5 soul fragments into the dimensional space of my brain. Your life and death will be decided by yourself."

"Soul fragment No. 5?" Tom was a little overjoyed. "How many more fragments are there? How many Horcruxes have I made? Am I so good?"

"Haha, I hope you won't be mad at the stupidity of that soul fragment."

Moriarty was amused by Tom's innocence.

"You keep saying that you are Voldemort, but remember what I say, Tom Riddle is Voldemort, Voldemort is not Tom Riddle."

"Okay, I'll take you in."

Moriarty closed his eyes and used the alchemical matrix to construct a mental space, which is also a type of brain dimensional space.

Merlin used this trick to seal Dracula back then, but his mental space was much larger than Moriarty's.

Originally, Moriarty only knew the alchemy matrix, but with continuous development, he also learned the brain dimensional space.

Tom in the notebook was controlled by Moriarty using his mental power and was introduced into the mental space.

It was dark here, but Tom was not affected. He was made of soul and his heart was full of expectations.

"Come on, me in fifty years! Although I don't know why you were captured, if I devour you, I am sure to rush out from here!"

Tom thought angrily, and the first thing he did when he rushed out was to invade Moriarty's body.

Not long after, Moriarty brought in the soul fragment No. 5.

A bit of trouble did occur during this period. The magic level of soul fragment No. 5 was much higher than that of Tom, which wasted a lot of Moriarty's time and mental energy.

"Let's get started."

With a cold word, Moriarty withdrew from the mental space.

"Tom, don't let your cousin down."

Moriarty closed his eyes with a sneer on his lips.

In terms of strength, Tom is no match for Soul Fragment No. 5.

Moriarty firmly believes that Tom can win.

Tom can kill the soul fragment of No. 5.

The night passed by minute by minute.

There was silence in the bedroom.

Just from Moriarty's frown from time to time, we can see the intensity of the battle.

Maintaining the mental space requires Moriarty's huge mental power, and his soul is far stronger than ordinary people, and he is not afraid of being swallowed.

Forty minutes later, Tom said hoarsely to Moriarty: "Come in."

"brush."

Moriarty opened his eyes.

In the mental space, Tom was lying on the ground without any image.

There is no trace of soul fragment No. 5 here.

"Congratulations, you won and got the chance to be resurrected."

Moriarty turned into a bubble and flew to Tom.

Tom has grown a little taller, his hair has grown longer, and he looks a lot more mature overall, as if he has grown up by 3 to 5 years.

"Thank you, I'm not happy at all."

Tom's eyes turned from blank to sharp, looking directly at Moriarty.

"I fell into your hands, hum, tell me what you want me to do."

"Your first mission is to defeat Voldemort's main soul. I allow you to devour him."

"good!"

Tom jumped up, a hint of ferocity flashed across his handsome and fair face.

"Voldemort's main soul is not worthy of living in this world! He has tarnished my ideals! Split my blood and soul into seven pieces! He threw me into the mud!"

The veins on Tom's neck protruded like black snakes.

"That idiot from Shard No. 5 actually told me that he would kill all the Mudbloods who opposed him!"

"But he didn't even want to think about it," Tom excitedly stretched out a hand and gestured: "How many Muggles are there in the palm of Great Britain? How many wizards are there!

He has killed all the Mudbloods and Muggles, who will highlight the status of wizards? Only wizards are left, who will highlight my status?"

"What an idiot! What a waste! He was actually killed by his own death curse!"

"My face and wisdom have all been lost! Only violence, anger, and killing are left in my mind! Robber! This is a robber!"

"I know so many dark arts, and I thought he knew more than me! But? You know what? He turned into a useless person who only knows the Death Curse, the Cruciatus Curse, and the Imperius Curse! A coward without talent!

Rubeus Hagrid is better than him too!"

"I can't believe it. He divided his soul into 7 pieces! Counting the main soul, it's 8 pieces! Slytherin's bloodline was diluted and split by him!"

"He actually made my nose disappear! Damn it! My handsome and straight nose!"

"Magical transformations in the past have always been about adding something to one's body, but here he has lost his nose!!!"

Isn't this just a failed transformation? My grades in History of Magic are good, and I clearly remember that all wizards who fail to transform will turn their bodies into mutilated cripples!"

"It's ridiculous that he still talks about Slytherin with a defeated body. He insulted the name Voldemort! He also insulted me!"

Tom was furious and sprayed venom like a poisonous snake, all full of anger towards Voldemort.

"I don't need you to retell the stupid things Voldemort did."

Moriarty spoke, "I have warned you a long time ago that you are Voldemort, but Voldemort is no longer you."

"call…"

Tom took a deep breath, "You can just let me out without any worries? You don't have to make an unbreakable vow?"

"Can the Unbreakable Vow also apply to the soul?" Moriarty asked.

Tom, who has absorbed a soul fragment, is indeed different. Now let's test it.

"Haha," Tom smiled slyly: "I believe you have similar magic, and it can be used to target souls."

"I should ask this question. Let me see what magic you have learned after leaving Hogwarts."

Tom, who swallowed the soul fragment of No. 5, already possesses part of Voldemort's memory.

The soul fragment in the crown was when Voldemort returned to Hogwarts to apply for Defense Against the Dark Arts, which was considered Voldemort's last normal period.

Even so, Tom still scolded Voldemort bloody, which shows that Voldemort has reached an extreme situation.

Tom shook his head and said no.

"Okay, you didn't, I did." Moriarty's tone suddenly turned cold.

"Just when you are cursing yourself fifty years from now, I have implanted a curse in you. If you disobey my order, you will automatically explode."

Tom's face changed drastically, "What? Impossible! I was the most angry at that time. How could you cast a curse on me and I didn't notice it?"

Emotions play an important role in magic. Tom has conducted profound research on this aspect. He just scolded Voldemort partly because he was wary of Moriarty.

"You mean emotions?"

Moriarty sneered and exited the space.

But Tom felt a strong murderous intention.

It made him tremble involuntarily.

"Moriarty has a better ability to manipulate emotions than I do!"

When Tom realized this, he lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he found that he had been soaked in a round water balloon.

"Get familiar with it. Before you get your own body back, water is your new body."

"Bang bang bang!"

Moriarty picked up the water polo and shot it like a basketball.

(Thanks to He Jiajun for the reward! Brother Jiajun has also become the first grandmaster in this book! Congratulations to Jiajun for being promoted to grand master! According to the update rules, 7 more chapters will be added! Starting tonight, additional updates will begin.)

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