The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

"I!…"

Tom was tempted to say I don't want to, but the temptation of the crown was too great.

Ravenclaw's diadem!

Tom's eyes went straight.

"Oh, I'm not trying to steal Ravenclaw's wisdom - I've never been tempted by that thing, the great Voldemort never lacks wisdom! I'm doing it for myself in the crown!"

Tom growled inwardly.

Fragments of the same person's soul split by the Killing Curse always have some special connection.

There's another piece of soul in the crown beckoning to Tom!

Tom already felt it.

The touch from the soul is like a hungry person smelling the aroma of barbecue!

"I need to get him."

Unparalleled determination exploded in Tom's eyes, and with that piece of soul, he was sure to get out of the notebook.

"Don't try to play tricks with me."

Moriarty chuckled, shattering Tom's fantasy.

"Listen to my arrangement honestly, maybe I can let you live in this world again as Riddle."

Moriarty picked up the diadem, and Tom lost all sense of himself.

"Don't you want me to do things for you!"

Tom gritted his teeth.

"The great Voldemort never surrendered."

"Look, this is the difference between us." Moriarty casually played with the crown.

The five fingers dexterously rotated to prevent the pointed crown of the crown from piercing the skin.

"You never know win-win, only violence and oppression."

"Then I won't talk to you, I'll control you directly."

Moriarty put down the crown, made a "click", and grabbed the notebook casually.

"Oh, originally my cousin was going to wait for you to be resurrected and introduce someone to you. Oh, it seems that there is no need. The girl is not bad. Tsk, forget it, let's destroy it."

Moriarty was about to tear up the notebook as he spoke.

He was not trying to scare Tom, and his hands were covered with a layer of black flames.

Tom felt the heat of heart palpitations from it, and his soul was burned just by the breath.

"stop--"

Tom couldn't help it at last, and shouted.

"You can't destroy me, I..."

But Moriarty didn't give Tom a chance to speak, "Of course I can destroy you, do you think the horcruxes that are strong to others are also strong to me? I have too many ways to destroy you, just like the flood of goblins so many."

"No, no, stop," Tom said in a panic, "I said stop, okay?"

"But you don't want to listen to me."

"Ha," said Tom, huffing and puffing, "between listening to you and being destroyed! I'm not that big, stupid Hagrid."

"Unfortunately, you're going to be more brainless than Hagrid later on. But you've made the right choice now."

Moriarty put down the notebook and put it back on the table.

"I will throw you and Voldemort's No. 5 soul fragment into my brain latitude space later, and your life and death are up to you."

"Soul Fragment No. 5?" Tom was a little overjoyed, "How many pieces are there? How many Horcruxes have I made? Am I so good?"

"Haha, I hope you won't be offended by the stupidity of that soul fragment."

Moriarty laughed at Tom's innocence.

"You keep saying you are Voldemort, but mark my words, Tom Riddle is Voldemort, Voldemort is not Tom Riddle."

"Okay, I'll take you in."

Moriarty closed his eyes and used the alchemy matrix to construct a spiritual space, which is also a kind of brain latitude space.

Merlin used this trick to seal Dracula back then, but his mental space was much larger than Moriarty's.

Originally, Moriarty only knew how to use alchemy matrix, but with continuous development, he also learned the brain latitude space.

Tom in the notebook was controlled by Moriarty with mental power and brought into the mental space.

It was dark here, but Tom was unaffected, he was made of souls, full of anticipation.

"Come on, me in fifty years! Although I don't know why you were arrested, if I devour you, I am sure to rush out from here!"

Tom thought angrily, the first thing he did when he rushed out was to occupy Moriarty's body.

Not long after, Moriarty brought in the No. 5 soul fragment.

During this period, a bit of trouble actually occurred. The magic level of No. 5 soul fragment was much higher than that of Tom, which wasted a lot of Moriarty's time and energy.

"let's start."

Leaving a word coldly, Moriarty withdrew from the mental space.

"Tom, don't disappoint my cousin."

Moriarty closed his eyes with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

In terms of strength, Tom is no match for No. 5 soul fragment.

Moriarty was convinced that Tom would win.

Tom can play Soul Shard No. 5.

Minutes and seconds passed in the night.

The bedroom was silent.

Just from Moriarty's frown from time to time, it could be seen that the battle was fierce.

Maintaining the mental space requires Moriarty's huge mental strength, and his soul is far stronger than ordinary people, and he is not afraid of being swallowed.

Forty minutes later, Tom said hoarsely to Moriarty, "Come in."

"brush."

Moriarty opened his eyes.

In the mental space, Tom was lying on the ground without any image.

There is no trace of No. 5 soul fragment here.

"Congratulations, you have won and won the chance to be resurrected."

Moriarty melted into a bubble and flew in front of Tom.

Tom has grown a bit taller, his hair has grown longer, and his overall appearance has matured a lot, like 3 to 5 years older.

"Thank you, I'm not happy at all."

Tom's gaze turned from blank to sharp, looking directly at Moriarty.

"I've fallen into your hands, hum, tell me, what do you want me to do."

"Your first task is to defeat Voldemort's main soul, and I allow you to devour him."

"good!"

Tom jumped up, a hint of ferocity flashed across his handsome fair face.

"Voldemort's main soul is not worthy of living in this world! He has tarnished my ideals! Split my blood and soul into seven pieces! Fell into the mud!"

The veins on Tom's neck protruded like black snakes.

"That idiot from Fragment No. 5 actually told me that he would kill all the Mudbloods who opposed him!"

"But he doesn't think about it either." Tom stretched out a hand excitedly, gesticulating: "How many Muggles are there in Great Britain? How many wizards are there!

He killed all the mudbloods and Muggles, who will highlight the status of wizards? Only wizards are left, who will highlight my status? "

"What an idiot! You're also a big waste! He was actually killed by my own killing curse!"

"I have lost all my face and wisdom! Only violence, anger, and killing are left in my mind! Bandit! This is a bandit!"

"I know so much dark magic, I thought he knew more than me! But? You know what, huh? He's turned into a piece of shit who knows only the Killing Curse, Cruciatus Curse, and Imperius Curse! No kind of coward! Rubeus Hagrid is better than him!"

"I can't believe it, he divided the soul into 7 pieces! Counting the main soul, it is 8 pieces! Slytherin's blood was diluted and split by him!"

"He actually made my nose disappear! Damn it! My handsome straight nose!"

"Historically, magic transformations are all about adding something to one's body, but he's lucky enough to lose his nose!!!

Isn't this the deformation of failure? My grades in History of Magic are good, and I can clearly remember that all wizards who fail to transform have turned their bodies into crippled cripples! "

"It's ridiculous that he still opened his mouth and kept talking about Slytherin with a failed body. He insulted the name Voldemort! He also insulted me!"

Tom was furious, spraying venom like a poisonous snake, all in anger at Voldemort.

"I don't need you to recount the stupid things Voldemort did."

Moriarty said, "I reminded you a long time ago that you are Voldemort, but Voldemort is no longer you."

"call…"

Tom took a deep breath, "You're so relieved to let me out? Don't you need to make an unbreakable oath?"

"Can the unbreakable oath also apply to the soul?" Moriarty asked back.

Tom who absorbed a soul shard is really different, so let's try it out now.

"Haha," Tom smiled slyly: "I believe you have similar magic, and it can be used to target souls."

"I should ask this question, let me see what magic you have learned since you left Hogwarts."

Tom, who devoured No. 5's soul fragment, already possessed part of Voldemort's memory.

The soul shard in the diadem was at the time when Voldemort returned to Hogwarts to apply for Defense Against the Dark Arts, which was Voldemort's last normal period.

Even so, Tom still scolded Voldemort bloody, which shows that Voldemort has gone to an extreme situation.

Tom shook his head and said no.

"Well, you don't, I do." Moriarty's tone suddenly became cold.

"Just when you were cursing and cursing yourself fifty years later, I have implanted a spell in you. If you disobey my order, you will explode automatically."

Tom's face changed drastically, "What? Impossible! How could you curse me and I didn't realize it when I was the most angry?"

Emotions have a non-negligible effect on magic. Tom has conducted profound research on this aspect, and part of the reason why he scolded Voldemort just now was to beware of Moriarty.

"You mean emotions?"

Moriarty sneered and exited the space.

But Tom felt a sudden killing intent.

It made him tremble involuntarily.

"Moriarty's emotional mobilization is stronger than mine!"

When Tom realized this, he lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he found himself soaked in a round water polo.

"Familiarize yourself, before you get back your own body, water is your new body."

"Bang bang bang!"

Moriarty picked up the water polo and slapped it like a basketball.

(Thanks to He Jiajun for the reward! Brother Jiajun has also become the first grandmaster of this book! Congratulations to Jiajun for being promoted to the grand master! According to the rules of adding updates, 7 chapters will be added! Starting tonight, we will start adding updates.)

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