HP Magic Biography

"Three...two...one...open!"

With Fanlin's whisper, the entire space became weird.

No matter when, the first three numbers are always endowed with a weird magic, which can make people feel uneasy.

After counting to the last number, Fanlin's wand lightly picked up, and with a "click", the emerald of the locket bounced away. Like the most beautiful music box, the ticking sound rang in Fanlin's ears, like a clock, overlapping into the rhythm of the beating heart.

Fanlin felt a little thirsty, and this uneasy feeling seemed to linger.

Inside the locket was something similar to a crystal, which gave Fanlin an illusion, as if something was staring at him.

Fanlin looked at it carefully again, a black pupil gradually appeared in front of Fanlin, it seemed to be his own eyes, but Fanlin was not sure at all.

This looked a little dazed, a dark red appeared under the black pupils, and suddenly, the black pupils became thinner, like snake eyes.

"I see your heart, child, I know what you want." Voldemort whispered, "I see your desire, child, I also see your fear. What you want can happen, but you are afraid Anything may happen, as long as you help me, all this will develop in a better direction, and we can become friends..."

"Really?" Fanlin settled down. In fact, Fanlin's Occlumency has never stopped working, but at this moment, Voldemort's whispers did not seem to have any effect.

Fanlin had a desire to agree to Voldemort, which was lingering in his mind.

"Yes, I can help you, help you succeed, what you want, strength, power, glory, I can give you, I can help wholeheartedly until you succeed, even including this next to you Girl, you can be together..."

Fanlin turned his head to look at Hermione, Hengma's expression was a little struggling, and his body was trembling slightly, seeming to be resisting, but the effect was minimal.

"Can we be together?"

Fanlin seemed to be asking Voldemort, but it was more like asking himself.

Was it right to pull Hermione in? What on earth did I change? Now it doesn't seem to be just making this place more dangerous, and for ordinary wizards, death is a breeze.

Hermione is very ordinary, in fact, even with himself, everyone is a member of the ordinary wizards in the magic world.

There is no difference at all, but the difference is that more experience gives him more different choices, whether to obey or resist, or, take the initiative to attack like this, but is Hermione able to bear it? Should she be able to really accompany him...

"Yes, yes, you can be together, I can help you, isn't that your wish? As long as you wear it..."

"Put it on." Fanlin fixedly looked at the opened locket, cold snake eyes were watching him through the crystal, and his eyes crossed together, which was more like examining, looking at each other...

"Do you really want to help me?" Fanlin suddenly felt a little strange. He didn't doubt that Voldemort knew what he wanted, but obviously, this did not meet the purpose of this piece of soul...

"Yes, wealth, rights, status, I can give you all of this, we can work together..."

"Your body doesn't have as good patience as you!" Fan Lin said coldly, and with a wave of the wand in his hand, the light blue light shield enveloped him and the Horcrux.

"Oh, you are strong, and you also desire power. I can teach you how to become stronger, and I can still..."

"What else can you do, Tom? Or, you should be called Voldemort when you made this Horcrux?" Fanlin quickly responded.

"what are you saying?"

"Do you think I am the sad house elf? Or, the weak one you have tempted?" Fanlin asked, "In my opinion, you are just a poor reptile hiding in a solid shell. That's it, maybe you don't know yet, your body, that is, Voldemort himself, is nothing more than a dead person."

"No, you lied!" A roar came out of the Slytherin locket, and Fanlin saw some black magic mist escaping from the edge of the locket.

"You should learn to be patient, instead of trying to seduce someone when you see him." Fanlin said, "It's like a leech, or is it that Horcrux also needs food?"

"Horcrux, no, I am the master..."

"It looks like you haven't figured out your position yet, crawler." Fanlin said coldly, "You are only a part of Voldemort's cut, and in my opinion, this is his performance of littering everywhere. And this **** can only hide under the protection given by the Slytherin ancestors, shivering."

"you're lying……"

A black skull seems to want to rush out of the locket. This is the embodiment of Voldemort's soul. If it does leave, Fanlin is not sure what will happen.

Get into one person's mind and then form another person?

Fan Lin's left hand pressed on the upper part, and the black mist was immediately suppressed in the air less than one centimeter from the locket.

"You shouldn't come out. Staying in there will allow you to live longer, but now..." Fanlin shook his head, it seemed that this was the result of splitting the soul.

Every soul retains the characteristics of growing into another Voldemort~www.wuxiaspot.com~Naturally, this makes these souls feel more confused.

Who is Voldemort?

In the eyes of every soul, they themselves are subjects.

Fanlin suddenly realized why Voldemort would protect these Horcruxes separately.

On the one hand, it is to keep hands to prevent all the Horcruxes from being destroyed together, and on the other hand, it should be to prevent these souls from killing each other.

There is no doubt that with enough power, these souls can re-form into a Voldemort, just like Tom Riddle who appeared next to Ginny in the second grade, and the sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle.

It was only one step away, and he was able to absorb everything about Ginny, and then Tom Riddle would reappear in this world.

Although it sounds unbelievable, it is not something out of nothing. It requires paying all of a young life.

If these Horcruxes all grow up, then which one is really Voldemort?