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[Name: Tom Riddle]

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[Keywords: Wilderness of Knowledge (Unique), Horcrux (Gold), Dark Lord (Gold/Incomplete), Born Ruthless (Purple)]

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"Voldemort? You can actually get out of that room?"

Deveraux stared at the plaster statue in front of him, his wand trembling slightly.

His mind was spinning rapidly with the discovery just now.

The keyword [Decay] has disappeared!

And the soul fragment of the Ravenclaw diadem can actually escape from the Room of Requirement!

This is completely different from the original plot he knew.

In the original book, they also have to control a person!

Doesn't that mean that this person can walk around the campus at will?

That's too much!!

Thinking of this, Deveraux felt a chill on his back.

"Child, calm down, I have no ill will towards you."

The plaster statue put down the teacup, his voice was soft, and his tone even sounded a little happy.

It raised its head, with a half-smile on its face, and a hint of elusive meaning.

"And, I want to remind you that your spell may not be of any use to me."

Deverot stared at its eyes that flashed with strange light, and the hand holding the wand gradually exerted force, but a strange look suddenly appeared on his face.

He tilted his head slightly, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

"Really?"

The next moment, he shouted in a low voice.

"Avada bites the big melon!"

The green light flashed through the air like a flash of lightning, hitting the plaster statue accurately.

With a "bang", the plaster statue did not even make a sound of resistance, and instantly broke into pieces, fragments flew, and the teacup fell and shattered.

The air was filled with the smell of dust from the broken plaster.

Deverot clenched the wand and pointed to the corner where the plaster statue was just now, breathing rapidly, and beads of sweat appeared faintly on his forehead.

"No nose, how does it feel?"

He whispered to himself, with a hint of provocation.

"Very good, very decisive... Incredible, such a strong soul-killing spell, I have never seen it on anyone else, but unfortunately..."

Just then, the pile of crushed stone chips began to float slowly, as if being pulled by an invisible force.

The stone chips spun and condensed in mid-air, gradually piecing together a vague shape - a mouth.

No, to be precise, it was half a mouth.

"I am not a creature of the same level as you. I don't have a soul."

Deverot sneered, his eyes as sharp as a knife.

"Avada bites the big melon!"

The green light passed again, and the half mouth instantly disintegrated into powder.

But what was chilling was that the voice still echoed in the room, coming from all directions, as if the entire space had become its resonator.

"This spell... is interesting. It really has the characteristics of a curse. I have to say that your talent in black magic is beyond imagination."

The voice paused slightly, and it sounded as if he admired Deveraux's talent very much.

"However, this body really can't be used anymore."

Deveraux looked around nervously, and his wand always maintained a fighting posture.

The Killing Curse is already his strongest spell at present.

I didn't expect that the other party could still speak after being hit by two Killing Curses!

His mind was working fast, trying to find the source of the voice.

"Calm down, kid," the voice sounded again, with a strangely gentle tone, "First of all, I want to correct you on one thing. I have a nose. Secondly, I really have no ill will towards you."

"No ill will?"

Deveraux snorted coldly, his eyes were cold.

"Then you should tell me clearly what your purpose is! Don't play dumb with me here!"

"Haha, since you are so straightforward, I will tell you clearly."

The voice was low and distant with a hint of smile.

"I'm here to remind you of something. Use your perception carefully to explore any object."

"Perception?"

Deverot frowned slightly, confused.

"What do you mean? Don't play riddles with me again!"

"Your perception will give some things that should be dead the 'attribute of life'."

The voice said faintly.

"Maybe you haven't realized it yet, but please pay attention to this. To help you deal with this situation, I'll give you a gift."

Before he finished speaking, Deverot suddenly felt a sharp pain in his mind.

He was caught off guard and almost couldn't stand still, and even his wand almost fell out of his hand.

When the pain gradually subsided, he found that there seemed to be something more in his mind.

He immediately called out the panel to check, and his eyes froze instantly.

[Spell Library: Brain Occlumency (Mastery)]

"Voldemort... you taught me againA spell? "

Deverot murmured, his expression complicated.

Or Occlumency, an important spell to protect the soul and mind!

He recalled the other party's words, and his brows furrowed more and more tightly-what does "give the dead things the attributes of life" mean? Is it a hint of some kind of resurrection ability?

Or has he changed something without knowing it?

He tried to call the voice again, but no matter how he shouted, there was no response.

The other party left...

Just as mysterious as when he came.

Deverot clenched his wand, with mixed feelings.

He had to admit that the other party's words did not have obvious hostility, and even the [Hunter] entry did not have an alarm prompt.

"No malice?"

He said to himself, his eyes flickering.

"But... it may not be friendly. "

Deverot waved his wand, and the entire studio was cleaned up in an instant, as if the mess had never happened.

He did not forget the purpose of coming to this room.

He had a sullen face, his eyes swept over the heavy bag of gold bars in his hand, and then walked to his usual workbench.

Putting the bag down, he took out a gold bar from it and placed it on the table, while with his other hand he gently took off the troll gloves and placed them neatly on the table.

The wand was waved again, and the air around the gold bar suddenly heated up, and with a crackling sound, the gold bar began to melt.

The dazzling liquid gold slowly floated in the air, and the hot steam rushed Coming towards him, with a burning breath.

Deveraud had a stern expression, not moved by the high temperature at all, his eyes as calm as water.

He raised his wand and waved it gently at the giant's gloves, and the gloves immediately began to disintegrate on their own.

The leather-wrapped shell peeled off automatically, revealing the complex skeleton and mechanism inside.

The protective rune hidden in the palm slowly appeared, emitting a faint light.

In the deeper structure, the jagged metal hooks and spring connections loosened and floated in the air, like suspended gears and parts, quiet and precise.

Every part was perfectly decomposed, without any omission, suspended on the workbench. Above, a harmonious mechanical beauty is presented.

Then, the liquid gold seemed to have life, turning into golden threads as thin as hair, gently sliding through the air, shuttling between these parts one by one.

The gold threads connected, wrapped, and inlaid, reconstructing the gloves in a strange pattern.

There was no need for Devereux to do it.

The whole process was as smooth as flowing water, and Devereux did not need to control it at all.

He just stood aside and watched coldly, confirming that every step was proceeding as expected.

When he was sure that there was nothing wrong with it, he turned and left the workbench, his face even gloomier.

No matter How about it!

This problem of Voldemort's Horcrux must be solved!

He is not helpless with Horcruxes.

He knows the Fiery Curse. As long as he finds the Horcrux and puts it in the flames, he can completely burn the soul attached to the crown to ashes.

Thinking so.

He pushed open the door of the Room of Requirement, walked downstairs with steady steps and a stern expression.

Deveraux had already planned to enter the room full of various strange items again and put an end to this matter.

However, when he walked to a corner, he ran into a figure head-on——

"Deveraux, be careful, watch the road."

A familiar voice came.

Deveraux raised his head, and it turned out to be Dumbledore!

He was slightly startled and asked quickly: "Professor, why are you here?"

Dumbledore smiled slightly through his half-moon glasses, with a relaxed tone.

"Come to the toilet, I remember there is a good bathroom here."

(Fourth update!)