Chapter 117 Blurred Fantasy and King's Cross Station
Unexpectedly but within reason, Tom understood at the last moment and knew everything. Yes, how could Victoria's behavior after stealing Riddle's diary from him be ignored by Peggy, who was in the same dormitory?
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These things were no longer important, and Tom felt darkness coming in like a tide.
Tom was lying on his back, surrounded by absolute silence. There was no human voice, no crackle of the fire, and no sound of wind outside the window. This kind of environment would only make people feel suffocatingly lonely. It was like being deprived of hearing, and no sense of time.
The ability to judge has also been lost.
But Tom didn't seem to feel any discomfort. His current state was very strange. He seemed to have lost everything, and only a bunch of thoughts were left, like a program or a line of code. But fortunately, slowly, all the lost things came back.
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It may have been thousands of years, or it may have been just a moment, but Tom's senses gradually recovered. He could feel that he was lying on the surface of something, and he also felt the loneliness that made his heart feel so oppressive that it would explode.
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He stood up, and the next moment he realized that he was naked, and the effect of the polyjuice potion had disappeared. However, as long as no one saw it, even being naked was not a big problem.
Tom finally remembered that he still had eyes, so he opened his eyes and found that he was lying in a mist, and the surroundings were unexpectedly bright. Because of the mist, he could not see anything. But it was somewhat different from ordinary mist.
, Ordinary fog covers the surrounding scenery and makes it impossible to see things clearly. Here, the surrounding scenery has not yet been generated.
Tom stood up. He wanted to put on some clothes. Of course, if he still looked like he did when the polyjuice potion took effect, what he wanted first was a complicated question. After the idea came into his mind,
, a robe appeared not far away. The robe was warm and dry, as if it had been exposed to the sun for a while, with a scent of sunshine.
"Where is this place?" After this thought came to mind, the fog dissipated little by little: a huge circular glass roof, a floor paved with large gray tiles, benches, railway tracks...
Tom recognized where this was: this was platform 9? of King's Cross Station, or the scene here was the same as that platform. He gradually remembered his previous encounters, and soon he realized: he was dead.
I'm in a state of confusion.
Trance is a state between life and death. It is both reality and illusion.
"It turns out that the world after death is like this..." Tom thought thoughtfully. He had obtained a lot of information from various channels before, and he concluded that wizards would not be reincarnated immediately after death, but would stay in a special boundary.
Inside, that is, a confusing and illusive realm.
"What a valuable knowledge and experience." Tom muttered.
He looked down at the ring on his hand and rubbed the phoenix pattern on it, but there was no reaction. In the trance, Tom lost the ability to transform. Tom was a little confused. He didn't know what to do next.
.After all, he has not experienced death yet, everything here is new, and he needs to explore a little bit.
Tom stood quietly on the platform and took a look at the surrounding scenery: it looked like a normal platform, except that there was thick white fog at the end of the track.
He identified the direction and walked towards the place where the train came from. The station was not big, and he soon walked into the white fog. The white fog filled the air and obscured Tom's vision. He could not see anything. But he walked for a while.
After a long distance, the white fog gradually dissipated, and the faint scenery emerged in front of us.
It's the opening of a bridge, with some junk piled inside.
Tom recognized that this was the bridge hole he occupied back then. He remembered what the almost headless Nick said to him, and quickly stopped. When he looked down again, he didn't know when his legs had become transparent.
Just like those ghosts at Hogwarts.
He immediately turned back and returned to platform 9?.
Fortunately, the "ghost transformation" just now is reversible. As Tom returned to the platform, his body returned to normal. He sighed, chose a bench and sat down, bored.
He doesn't know what to do next!
Obviously, he died. If he returned along the track, he would become a ghost. If he walked along the track, he could guess what would happen: reincarnation, what else could it be?
Life immediately restarted.
I just don’t know if he will be on Earth in his next life? Will he have returned to the late Northern Song Dynasty when he opened his eyes? Will he become an exiled clan member and need to help the Song Dynasty clan and turn the tide? Or will a crimson blood moon shine in after opening his eyes?
Are you about to lose control just by looking at your eyes? Or when you open your eyes, you find yourself on the battlefield above, with a little boy wearing glasses, a suit and a tie standing next to you. The little boy clapped his hands together, and a big tree appeared from the ground.
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If he had a choice, he hoped to receive a letter from an owl when he was eleven years old in his next life. At that time, he might hold the Hogwarts admission notice and sneer, saying: Magic? I don't believe it!
Then a tabby cat will come to the door of his home in the next life. After some operations, he will believe in magic and shout excitedly: "I have been looking forward to this moment for a long time!"
Tom's mind was a little confused. Suddenly, the back of a little brown-haired girl appeared in front of his eyes.
What would happen if Hermione found out about her death?
It must be very sad, right?
Then...after a while, she may get over her grief and find her other half...maybe she will take her husband and children to visit her tombstone in the future?
Tom shooed away these disturbing thoughts like flies.
He breathed a long sigh of relief, calmed down, and began to seriously study this place where the yin and yang of life and death meet. He looked at the robe that appeared out of thin air on his body and thought for a moment.
"It would be great if there was a desk." As soon as the idea came to his mind, a Hogwarts-style desk appeared in front of Tom.
Tom's eyes flickered slightly.
Soon, plates of steaming food and several jugs of drinks appeared on the desk.
Just as Tom was trying to "reveal" something else, his thoughts were interrupted by a whistle. A train that looked exactly like the Hogwarts Express stopped on the platform.
"Platform 9? Platform -?" Tom looked at the sign on the train and sighed. He was a little hesitant: should he take this train or go back the same way and return to Hogwarts in the form of a ghost?
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Then what is your title? Handsome Yodel, Tom who cannot grow taller?
Looking at the express train, Tom had the urge to walk in. This urge became stronger and stronger, and finally drove him into the carriage. There was no one in the carriage, so he found a seat and sat down casually.
The train has set off.
With the whistle blowing, the train drove into the thick white fog. However, while driving, Tom heard a mysterious singing sound. He looked around for the source of the singing, but he couldn't find it. The singing gradually became louder, and Tom
Only then did I realize that the singing voice came from my own chest!
Along with the singing, Tom's nose gradually grew longer, and red feathers sprouted from his body. Suddenly, Tom turned into a golden-red phoenix! He fluttered his wings and flew out of the window, rushing straight into the house.
Yunxiao.
This time when he passed through the white mist, he did not turn into a ghost.
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"It's unbelievable," Riddle withdrew his hand from Tom's neck. He was convinced that the guy who claimed to be Tom Yoder was dead. A first-year freshman could actually use the killing curse to kill people successfully. This fact even bothered him.
all surprised
He taught this spell to Peggy.
Riddle recalled his life and asked himself, when he was in first grade, he should not be able to do what Peggy did today. Of course, he also believed that this was because he had not been exposed to the Killing Curse when he was in first grade.
In fifth grade, Tom Riddle found and opened the secret room based on clues. While searching for information, he also came into contact with a dark magic item called "Horcrux" and mastered its production method. He controlled
He captured the basilisk in the secret room, directed it to attack several students, and finally killed the Muggle-born girl Myrtle Warren. His murder allowed him to successfully split his own soul and create the first
Horcrux: Riddle's Diary.
In the summer of the same year, he went to Little Hangleton Village and met his uncle Morfin Gaunt in the dilapidated old Gaunt house. He first knocked Morfin unconscious and took away his grandfather Marvolo Gaunt's
He took the ring and his uncle Morfin's wand, then went to Riddle House, used the stolen wand to kill his father, Old Tom, and his family, and made the ring into a second Horcrux. He had already mastered the Oblivion Curse at that time, and he
Modified Morfin's memory and blamed Morfin for the massacre. He made Morfin his scapegoat to cover up his crime.
The first time Voldemort himself used the Killing Curse to kill someone was in the fifth grade. From this point of view, Peggy can be regarded as "outperforming others".
But Riddle is a little confused: Does Peggy have enough magic power?
"What a great talent." Voldemort also praised Peggy, with a smile on his lips and an appreciative look at her, "Among the little wizards I have ever seen, your talent is the highest."
Seemingly aware of his own doubts when he was young, Voldemort went out of his way to explain it to Riddle.
"If you want to cast black magic, just having magic power is not enough. You should understand that, unlike ordinary spells, if you want to use the Unforgivable Curses skillfully, you need to give them evil power, you need to really cause pain, you need to be indifferent and evil enough.
——Magic is not the most important factor. Of course, I do not deny that Miss Grossman's talent is indeed outstanding. She knows how to develop her potential better than those mediocre people. After a long and arduous exploration, I found that the 'ultimate' is
It is an extremely important factor for wizards. As long as you choose a certain direction and go to the extreme, you can reach the top. The more extreme, the better..."
After Voldemort finished speaking about his views on magic, magic, and curses, he turned to Peggy.
"I heard that I need to teach you a kind of magic?" Riddle's promise was naturally equivalent to Voldemort's promise.
"According to the agreement, you should teach me how to make Horcruxes." Peggy didn't feel any compunction about her killing. In her opinion, she did nothing wrong. She desperately wanted to cut off her soul and cut off the pieces.
A piece of soul is sealed into a so-called Horcrux.
"Get rid of that burden." This is Peggy's deepest desire.
Making Horcruxes requires cutting the soul, and how much is cut can naturally be controlled. If it were divided equally every time, Voldemort made seven Horcruxes: Riddle's diary, Ravenclaw diadem, and Hufflepuff.
The gold cup, the Slytherin locket, the Resurrection Stone ring, Nagini and Harry Potter. If they are divided equally every time, and the soul is not a leek, it can grow back if it is cut, then
In the end, only eight thousandths of Voldemort's soul remained in his body...
This is really outrageous.
Therefore, when making Horcruxes, you can naturally control the degree of dividing the soul, which is exactly what Peggy needs. She happens to have a piece of soul that is "excessive". This piece of soul will only hinder her, and the items that hinder her must be removed.
Even if it's your own soul.
Hearing that Peggy actually wanted to make a Horcrux, Voldemort was stunned for a moment, and then he let out a cold laugh.
"First grade, I can make Horcruxes in the first grade! Today really challenged my understanding of the magic world again and again! First, I can turn into an Animagus that can turn into a basilisk, and then I can make soul weapons in the first grade.
A student of weapons..." Finally he stopped laughing and gently touched the wand in his hand.
"Dumbledore must be very satisfied, right? His current students are much more 'exciting' and 'lively' than I was back then! Since Lord Voldemort has made a promise, he will naturally not break his promise to you. Tell me, you
What do you want to use as the carrier of the Horcrux?"
Without thinking, Peggy pointed to [Senior Sister] who was tied up with a black rope by Voldemort in the corner.
"I want to use it to make a Horcrux."
"Good choice. You do it with me -" Voldemort began to teach Peggy how to make Horcruxes.
If you want to make a Horcrux, you must first split the wizard's soul through murder without guilt. Peggy has already accomplished this step. She killed her senior without guilt. Now her soul has met the conditions for splitting.
. Then, she learned a special spell from Voldemort to separate the split soul and transfer it to the item of her choice to make a Horcrux.
Peggy learned the spell.
"You can leave this school with me. I can teach you the magic I have learned, and you only need to dedicate your talent to me." Voldemort planned to leave Hogwarts after the Horcrux was completed. He temporarily
He didn't want to face off against Dumbledore yet. What he had avoided when he was in his prime, he naturally wouldn't do it now that he was in an incomplete state. But before leaving, he sent an invitation to Peggy. He sincerely hoped that this
Girls can become one of his Death Eaters.
Peggy thought for a moment, agreed to Voldemort, and then she began to seize the time to make Horcruxes.
The production of the Horcrux has reached the final step. Peggy only needs to inject her split soul into [Senior Sister], and the work will be done. She concentrates on peeling off her torn soul from the body. At this time, her soul is extremely damaged.
Stable, there is a trend of being about to lose one's soul...
At this time, Tom, who was lying aside and ignored by several people, suddenly experienced a change.