Hogwarts: I, Tom, am really not Voldemort!

While Tom was bickering with the Ring-kun, he was also constantly observing his surroundings, searching for the ring's location. After all, the Ring-kun's shadow couldn't stray too far from the ring's main body.

Finally, fortune favors the bold. In a pile of rubble in the northwest corner, he spotted what appeared to be a metallic glint.

Given the current circumstances, Tom had no choice but to take a gamble.

As he had rehearsed countless times in his mind, the moment he dispelled the Fiendfyre, the Soul Furnace activated, and a ball of golden light was launched towards the ring's location. Simultaneously, before the Ring-kun could react, he Apparated outside.

All the actions were completed in one go, almost instantaneously. Having Apparated outside to temporary safety, Tom breathed a sigh of relief, closely watching the movements inside the house, anxiously awaiting the final result.

Facts proved that Tom did bet correctly.

Knowing that he would surely die if things continued this way, the Ring-kun decided to fight to the death, instantly activating the dark magic protection on the ring. Hundreds of dark magic spells were launched in an instant under the control of the soul fragment, and densely packed vengeful spirits rushed out of the ring.

The moment Tom outside felt this intense magical fluctuation, he Apparated again, increasing the distance between him and the old house.

Unfortunately, the Ring-kun's last struggle was destined to be futile. The power of dark magic could not break through the golden light's encirclement. The vengeful spirits instantly melted like ice and snow in the warm sun when they encountered the Soul Furnace's golden light, eventually turning into nothingness. Even the curses attached to the ring were dispelled one by one under the light's illumination.

Guessing that it should be almost over, Tom was about to return to check when he suddenly heard the sound of sirens in the distance.

"Damn it, the commotion was too loud, alerting the Muggle police. I can't delay any longer!"

Tom Apparated back to the cottage. At this time, the screams had disappeared. He quickly entered the house to check.

A dim, dusty ring lay in the rubble, with a familiar ball of pure white substance floating quietly above it.

He threw the ring into the system's storage space and grabbed the pure white substance in one smooth motion. The moment he touched it, the pure white substance immediately merged into his brow, without the slightest pause.

The throbbing pain came as expected, but this time, Tom, who was prepared, gritted his teeth and held on, not passing out like last time.

Hearing the increasingly close siren, Tom, who had calmed down, decisively Apparated away without checking the panel changes.

Little Hangleton, a simple country pub.

"Boss, do you have any rooms available?" Tom asked the pub owner.

"Yes, 30 pounds a night." Under the effect of the Confundus Charm, the pub owner stared blankly at the 'middle-aged man in his thirties' in front of him.

After paying the money and taking the key, Tom finally completely relaxed after entering the room.

Lying on the bed, he finally had time to carefully check the panel.

【Name: Tom Marvolo Riddle】

【Occupation: Wizard】

【Magic Power: Level 6】

【Talents:】

Transfiguration: 9 / 10

Charms: 10 / 10

Potions: 9 / 10

Herbology: 8 / 10

Divination: 2 / 10

Alchemy: 7 / 10

......

Dark Arts: 10+ / 10】

【Special Talents: Parseltongue】

【Skills: Occlumency (Passive, Perfect), Wand Protection (The host's wand can shield Ministry of Magic traces, Prior Incantato, and a series of tracking magic), Soul Furnace (Can absorb specific soul substances without side effects), Nonverbal Magic, Apparition......】

【Spells: Avada Kedavra Lv6, Crucio Lv6, Imperio Lv6, Fiendfyre Lv6, Levitation Charm Lv6, Lumos Lv6, Accio Lv6, Protego Lv6, Confringo Lv6....】

【Special Items: 《Advanced Dark Arts Unveiled》 (Grindelwald's Annotated Edition), Combat Crystallization (Unactivated)】

Looking at the panel where the values had all grown, Tom was sure that his choice was correct.

After all, the dangerous magical transformation and soul splitting were Voldemort's business, while Tom happily accepted the results without the risk of disfigurement. How wonderful!

After closing the panel, Tom took out another harvest from this adventure - the Resurrection Stone.

"Scourgify!"

The ring, originally covered in dust, regained its gorgeous brilliance, and the Resurrection Stone, engraved with the symbol of the Deathly Hallows, shone brightly in the light.

"This is the Resurrection Stone, it's really beautiful, but unfortunately, I can't use it for the time being."

Early the next morning, Tom Apparated directly from the guest room to the end of this adventure.

\u003cTom Riddle, 1905 - 1943\u003e

Standing quietly in the Riddle family cemetery behind the Riddle Manor, staring at the tombstone in front of him, this was the last stop of his journey.

"The bones of the father, unknowingly given, will cause your son to be reborn!"

"The flesh of the servant, voluntarily given, will cause your master to be resurrected!"

"The blood of the enemy, forcedly given, will cause your foe to be revived!"

Tom whispered the ritual recorded in 《Advanced Dark Arts Unveiled》.

"Heh..." After reciting it, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"As the means of your resurrection, how could I not take precautions."

Waving his wand, the soil on the coffin was separated.

Uncovering the coffin, the skeleton of old man Riddle lay quietly inside.

Tom took out a large bag of pig bone fragments that he had prepared in advance and poured it on old man Riddle's bones.

With a gentle tap of his wand, the pig bones merged into Riddle's bones, becoming indistinguishable from each other.

"In this way, whether Voldemort is a man or a pig after his resurrection, let me wait and see."

After restoring the cemetery to its original state, Tom hummed a song and turned away with light steps.

Unlike Tom's good mood, Lucius Malfoy hadn't slept well for several days in Malfoy Manor.

"Dear, have a cup of tea to relax. You haven't had a good rest for several days," Narcissa said, entering the study with a tea tray, and persuading Lucius, who was sitting alone.

"Where's Draco?"

"Just fell asleep."

"Narcissa, whenever I think of that man coming back, I..." Lucius paced back and forth in the study, quite agitated.

"Is there any possibility that he is an imposter Dark Lord?" Narcissa asked Lucius doubtfully.

"No one dares to impersonate the Dark Lord, let alone the same name, the same appearance as the Dark Lord when he was young, and the diary. Back then, only the Dark Lord and I knew about the diary, so he must be the returning Dark Lord." Lucius was very certain about this, but there was one thing he found puzzled.

"But this time the Dark Lord returns, he neither makes a public appearance nor summons the Death Eaters. I don't know what his plans are?"

"Do I need to report to you what I want to do?" A sudden sentence interrupted Lucius.

"Who is it?" Interrupted, Lucius was shocked to find that a hooded figure was standing in the shadows of the room since some unknown time.

The figure slowly walked from the shadows to the light, and the hood was slowly taken off, greeting the two with a smile:

"Long time no see, Lucius, and Narcissa."