Hogwarts: I, Tom, am really not Voldemort!

"Is this what Dumbledore was looking for?"

Moody finally recovered a bit of his spirit after being thoroughly doused with Black Lake water by the house-elf Kreacher.

However, Moody's gaze towards Kreacher was very complex. Heaven knows the horrified feeling Moody had when he saw Kreacher preparing to pee on him when he wanted a drink. Fortunately, he stopped it in time, otherwise, his reputation would have been completely ruined.

Why would he want to pee on him when there is such a large lake? This house-elf definitely has a problem with his brain. Having this thing is truly Tom Riddle's blessing.

"It should be, there's nothing else in the stone basin."

As if unable to understand Moody's emotions, Kreacher still looked at him with innocent big eyes, making Moody unable to resist turning his head away and using his remaining strength to open the locket.

"Lumos!"

With the faint light from his wand, Moody read the small note in the locket.

【To the Dark Lord:

I know I will be dead long before you read this.

But I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret.

I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can.

I face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more.

R.A.B】

"Dark Lord... Horcrux... R.A.B..."

Moody muttered to himself, the situation seemed to be getting more and more complicated. At this moment, he felt like he had lived in vain for decades, yet he understood the magical world less and less.

After putting the note back into the locket and carefully putting the locket back into his pocket, he heard the house-elf Kreacher say, "Mr. Moody, have you finished reading? Are we leaving now?"

"Do you have a way to leave?"

Although he didn't really trust this house-elf, there was nothing else he could do in the current situation, so he could only treat it as a last resort.

"Of course, Kreacher will take you away now."

"? ? ?"

"! ! !"

Leaving meant leaving like this? Wasn't this just sending him back? !

He really shouldn't have trusted this damn house-elf, damn it!!!

Dumbledore and Tom, who had gradually turned their life-and-death battle into a friendly match, tacitly stopped when Moody and Kreacher appeared.

Tom looked at Moody's condition and asked Kreacher curiously, "Moody, what's wrong? Did he drink all the potion?"

"Yes, Master. According to Master's instructions, I fed Mr. Moody the potion in his favorite mouth-to-mouth manner, and he even shed tears of excitement."

Kreacher replied respectfully.

After hearing Kreacher's words, Dumbledore and Grindelwald looked at Moody with disbelief, and then turned their gazes to Tom.

So this is who you are, Alastor Moody, so this is who you are, Tom Riddle.

Moody felt the gazes of Dumbledore and Grindelwald and understood the meaning in their eyes. He immediately felt like the sky was falling. Why didn't he die in the Wizarding War? What was the point of staying alive for so many years and wasting food?

Tom was almost immune to the gazes of Dumbledore and Grindelwald. At this moment, he only felt extremely excited and couldn't help but rub his hands together secretly.

Oh my god, Moody and the house-elf, is that so explosive? Although I don't remember when I gave Kreacher this suggestion, I have to say, well done.

When I get back, Tom will definitely extract this memory, save it, and appreciate it repeatedly.

By the way, maybe it can also be used as a promotional video for a certain issue of the Aberforth Club, after all, there are quite a few people in this world who like oddities.

Moody, who was lying on the ground, had no idea that he had been clearly arranged by Tom. At this time, Kreacher reached into Moody's pocket and took out the locket.

Moody wanted to reach out to stop him, but just now on the island, the Lumos spell had used up his last bit of strength. Now he couldn't even move a finger, and he couldn't stop Kreacher's actions at all.

Kreacher held the locket in his hands and respectfully handed it to Tom.

Tom picked up the locket and threw it to Dumbledore without even looking at it: "Here, Professor, this is what you want."

Seeing this scene, Moody didn't know where he got the strength, and pointed at Tom and Dumbledore: "You... you... you..."

At this moment, Moody felt that he was a joke, being played by these people in front of him, willingly being used as a pawn, suffering humiliation, and finally getting such a result.

The huge stimulation and the effect of the potion made Moody unable to bear it anymore, and he fainted.

"Expelliarmus!"

Just as Dumbledore was focusing his attention on the locket and Moody, a red light flashed, and Tom successfully ambushed and knocked the Elder Wand out of his hand.

However, Tom, who had successfully ambushed, did not get the surprise of obtaining the third Elder Wand, but frowned.

"Are you wondering why you haven't become the master of the Elder Wand?"

Grindelwald picked up the Elder Wand unhurriedly and looked at Tom with a smile.

"Because the master of the Elder Wand is now me."

"!"

Tom looked at Grindelwald in shock: "When did this happen?"

"Just now when you were making up stories, if I hadn't ambushed Albus, how could you have finished telling such a wonderful story."

Grindelwald didn't mind sharing this little episode with Tom at all.

"Then I really have to thank you, Professor Grindelwald." Tom curled his lips, "I just don't know if Professor Dumbledore will be able to win back the ownership of the Elder Wand after he wins when you two fight like house-elves."

"? !"

Grindelwald was shocked by Tom's words. What kind of brain circuit is this?

But Tom looked at Grindelwald's shocked expression and seemed to have discovered a new continent. He tentatively asked: "Professor Grindelwald, don't you know? No way! Is it because you have never won against Professor Dumbledore in bed?"

"Tom Riddle!"

Grindelwald gritted his teeth, and a curse came crashing down. The second round of the top wizards' real PK officially began.

Dumbledore ignored the two people's bickering, opened the locket, and looked at the note inside.

But after reading it, Dumbledore's mood became even heavier.

The matter was within his expectations, but it was far beyond his expectations.

The Horcrux exists, but who exactly is R.A.B.