The Magic Throne at Hogwarts

"Albus, I know, I know, but I just like this little guy from the bottom of my heart."

"Horace, as an old friend, I still want to advise you not to make mistakes, and don't give Tom the approval note for the restricted section, who is outside the door?..."

Tom outside the door, his eyes were bloodshot, his facial features were distorted, and he didn't care if the gift box fell to the ground, and ran away staggeringly.

Shaw couldn't help but tense up, feeling a little empathetic, slandering Dumbledore in his heart for defending Tom to such an extent.

This time he still didn't activate the puppet technique.

Next, Tom was completely blackened.

In the secret room, he, who received Salazar's inheritance, laughed wildly.

"Dumbledore, I will prove that I am stronger than you. One day, I will make you bow your head and admit that you are wrong!"

In the bathroom on the third floor, Tom came out from behind the basilisk, looking coldly at the dead Myrtle, with an inexplicable look on his face.

After hesitating for a while, he still took out a notebook, pointed his wand to his forehead, and recited the extremely evil spell.

Xiao Er was a little moved by the side. This time Tom killed and split his soul to make a Horcrux, which is also a huge change in Tom's character.

After thinking about it, he still didn't make a move. He always felt that Tom was not at his most vulnerable yet.

Shaw could see a hint of guilt in Tom's eyes.

On a heavy rainy day, Great Hampton, Riddle House.

Here at this moment, screams sounded one after another, and countless servants fell under Tom's death curse one by one.

Finally, he slowly came to a luxurious study room.

A man with a haggard face was shrinking on the sofa by the fireplace, looking at the murderous Tom with cloudy eyes,

This person was old Tom Riddle. At this moment, he was not only not afraid, but also laughed so ferociously.

"Haha, little bastard, are you finally here to kill me?"

Little Tom's cold eyes became even colder, and he asked indifferently.

"Why did you abandon my mother?"

Old Tom's expression became even crazier after hearing this, he fell off the sofa tremblingly, and then hit the floor desperately on the ground, tearing his heart and lungs apart.

"Abandoned? I can't wait to kill that crazy woman! She is so ugly and so evil. I am so broken now, and it is all because of the poison she has fed me all year round.

This allowed me to have endless wealth without enjoying it at all, and caused my dozen or so beautiful mistresses to leave me one after another!Your mother is a female cousin! "

Little Tom was bleeding from biting his teeth, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his whole body was trembling non-stop.

The only warmth in his eyes disappeared.

Tom held out his wand and snapped at old Tom.

"Apologize! Apologize to my dead mother! Otherwise I'll kill you!"

Old Tom looked at Little Tom like a retarded child.

"Apologize? Don't dream! Want to kill me? You should kill me, haha, I want to die a long time ago, I wish you could kill me, this will make you an orphan completely, and you will be charged with patricide. This is my revenge against that vicious female cousin!"

"Ah! Damn you!"

Little Tom staggered back, roared angrily, and then pointed at Old Tom with the tip of his stick.

"Avada Kedavra!"

After a dazzling green light, the bedroom door seemed to have fallen into endless silence.

After an unknown amount of time, Tom, who was lying on the ground in a daze, with empty eyes like a walking dead, stood up and walked slowly towards the door.

The sky was dark and the rain was pouring down.

Tom half-kneeled on the dirt floor of the courtyard, letting the icy rain wash away.

Soon he was drenched thoroughly, but his heart was even colder.

Then, Tom cried for the first and last time in his life and yelled at the sky.

"Mother, I have avenged you!

But why!Why am I not worthy of love!

Since everyone in the world has wronged me, I will stand on top of this world and make all of you kneel and surrender!

Since no one loves me, I'll make you all hate me!hate me!afraid of me!fear me!

what! ”

Xiao Er stood aside, seeing Tom's helpless appearance at the moment, filled with emotion for a moment.

Everyone is not born to be evil.

The environment of the original family is really important to the impact of a person's life, and good guidance from the day after tomorrow is also very important.

He breathed out, those previous memories were basically the nodes of Tom’s life, blocked in the deepest part of his soul, and under the influence of his own Versailles and the custom-made hallucinogen, they were captured by Shaw one by one, and this place should be Tom The deepest part of the soul is also the softest memory.

The opportunity has also arrived.

So he compared a complicated incantation-guiding gesture with both hands, and after sighing, he pointed at the nearly collapsed Tom.

"Soul Shackles!"

Chapter 120 The New Tom

Shaw hadn't seen anyone for half a month, and he didn't even go to class, but it was approved by Snape.

But recently, the legend about Shaw has increased again.

The rumor was initially leaked by Xiao Er’s roommate Gore. The original text is: “For some reason, Xiao Er slept all day. After waking up, he left early and returned late. He didn’t go to school. By the way, the pastries I hid are gone. ".

Then after countless times of "I will tell you a secret quietly, don't tell others".

So the new N-generation version is: "Shor will sleepwalk when he sleeps, and become an extremely evil and erratic ghost. In the middle of the night, he will drool, cut open your blood vessels with a knife, and eat small cakes dipped in blood. "

This time the legend, even those caring ladies and sisters talked about Xiao's discoloration.

On the way to the Transfiguration class, Draco heard the voices of little wizards talking about this legend again, and couldn't help turning his head and glaring at the follower.

Gore shrunk his neck, wanting to quibble that this is not the case, I really don't blame me, but then he showed a scared expression, afraid that Shaw would punish him.

Draco couldn't help sighing when he saw his younger brother's hopeless appearance, and comforted him casually.

"You, forget it, I will intercede for you."

Xiao Er's whereabouts have indeed been erratic recently. Although Zi Ying was entrusted to Alice and Draco to take care of them, Zi Ying was also accounted for by Xiao Er.

But it still went all over the campus to look for Xiao Er, broke into the female dormitory, visited the bathroom, and even the professor's office couldn't stop it.

The purple kite came and went without a trace, and no one saw it clearly. This added the most mysterious touch to Xiao Er's horror legend.

Draco's confidantes knew where Shaw was, but no one dared to bother him, and Kreche delivered the meal professionally.

Harry, who was walking beside him, glanced at Ron who hurried past towards the Transfiguration classroom.

The roommate recently got a new robe and wand, which I heard were gifts from Percy.

It seemed to say that at the end of the term, if Ron passed all his subjects, Percy would give him a hardcover wizard's chess set or a cheap new broom.

Ron, who had been autistic and silent for a long time, suddenly burst into enthusiasm for learning. Well, although he still often had nightmares.

Harry was happy to see Ron's progress, but Seamus said it was a 3-minute fever and wanted to bet.

Harry shook his head without thinking about it, and looked back to see Draco's tangled expression and his funny goofy hair.

He rubbed his eye sockets, thinking about whether he should stroke Draco's tangled hair like Shaw?

In the end, he reached out and patted Draco on the shoulder.

"Draco, don't worry, the vice president should be doing an important thing, maybe it will be even more powerful after it reappears."

Draco forced a smile at Harry.

He wasn't worried, but his father sent several urgent letters to Shaw in the past few days, but the owl couldn't find anyone, and Draco didn't dare to open the letters.

I could only write back to my father to explain, and then my father asked him to notify Xiao Er as soon as possible, saying that there was an urgent matter, and only mentioned two key words: seat and cooperation.

Draco had been debating whether to disturb Shaw, and he felt that his father was about to mail him a Howler letter.

Xiao Er, who hadn't seen him for many days, was naturally staying in the Room of Requirement at the moment.

In a professional alchemy room, there is a large workbench. In the wooden cabinet next to it, there are various precious alchemy materials that are not many, and there are many scraps and leftovers on the floor.

On the workbench, there is a lifelike youth "body" at the moment.

The young man was dressed in a silver star pattern robe, with black hair and black pupils, handsome facial features, and even a halo flowed under his pale skin.

And Xiao Er, who was dressed in purple overalls, was drawing the most complicated and final magic pattern circuit on the head of this body, very focused and careful.

On a counter next to it, a soul wrapped in a notebook is floating, and in the transparent soul, shackles made of tiny purple electricity appear from time to time.

This soul was, of course, Tom.

At this moment, he was using his spiritual power to carefully review some detailed information on Death Eaters and information on various events in the British magic world in the past ten years.

Tom raised his head from time to time, looking at Shaw who was preparing his body, a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes, but then the resentment was shattered by the purple shackles.

Tom's eyes became clear again, and he looked at Xiao Er with reverence, and the figure of the other party gradually overlapped with a certain figure deep in his soul.

The keen Tom knows his own abnormality, and even more knows the effect of the overbearing soul magic. This is a strong "psychological hint" carved into the depths of his soul.

So even if he is extremely arrogant and wants to arouse self-destructive thoughts, he can't do it.

Tom also knew that with the passage of time, the Zidian shackles would completely become one with him, and he would only truly become Shaw's loyal and reliable younger brother.

But even if Tom's black magic level is very advanced, there is nothing he can do.

Fortunately, I still have an independent personality.

Suddenly, the room darkened, and the air became even more dry, as if a lot of light and moisture had been sucked away suddenly.

Tom looked at the workbench, and saw that the perfect body he had built for himself was suddenly wrapped in a black "light" cocoon as black as ink.

The cocoon is violently absorbing the surrounding water elements, even the light seems to be absorbed.

Because the light seems to be compressed, although the cocoon is dark, the edge of the cocoon is extremely bright, and the nearby light is dark, so it looks like a "black hole" when compared.

Tom felt his soul throbbing violently, as if the light cocoon was calling him.