"Aren't you a pure bloodist?" Erwin was also a little surprised.
"Let's sort it out first. By 'pure bloodism', do you mean that blood that has not been contaminated by Muggles is noble?"
"That's how it should be."
Riddle smiled again, "It's true that magic is based on blood, but the so-called pure blood... is simply a joke. Are wizards a different race than Muggles?"
Of course not. According to biological concepts, those who have not formed reproductive isolation are the same species, and wizards and Muggles can obviously have children.
Erwin found it very interesting. After his trip to Romania, he certainly knew the origin of human wizards very well, but he was quite curious about sixteen-year-old Riddle's understanding of this.
"The most intuitive evaluation of a wizard's bloodline is his magic level. Just from the proportion of outstanding wizards, we can see that the theory of pure blood is quite absurd. Hundreds of years ago, there were indeed many elite wizards in pure-blood families, but now
?”
Riddle sneered, "The bloodline inheritance will only become thinner and thinner as a whole. The glory of wizards has never been maintained by the so-called pure blood, because all wizards are not pure blood in nature, and the blood of magic is in the mortal body.
It only occupies a small part. Isn’t what is born from the union of two mediocre bloodlines also a mediocre bloodline? It is even more likely that a squib will appear.
Magic depends on blood. Those wizard families misinterpreted the concept of blood inheritance and created the so-called pure blood theory to prove that they are nobler than other wizards. But in fact, their own blood is extremely bad and cannot be combined with the concept of pure blood.
Any kind of relationship is just trying to put money in their own faces. Essentially, they are just pheasants who want to use all kinds of ridiculous means to prove that they are phoenixes."
Erwin remained calm but nodded slightly.
A very simple truth, which even the sixteen-year-old Riddle could see clearly, meant that Voldemort's pure-blood claim was most likely just to gain support from the old-school wizarding family, so that he could lead one part of the wizarding world to fight against another part.
people.
Deep down in his heart, he was full of disdain and contempt for people like him.
The theory of pure blood is just a borrowed banner. After all, no matter how powerful Voldemort is, he cannot be the enemy of the entire wizarding society. He needs the support of those magical families to achieve his ambitions and goals.
So what exactly does he want?
Ask the sixteen-year-old Riddle and you probably won't get the answer.
"I think you made a mistake." Erwin took the initiative and brought the topic back to the diary itself. "I'm not saying that I don't want to hand you over subjectively, but just because... Mr. Principal
I haven’t been in school recently.”
His tone was so serious that Riddle was a little dazed.
"It will be Christmas in a few days. Professor Dumbledore will definitely return to school by then. I will hand this diary to him. As for what will happen to you, it has nothing to do with me."
"We are all smart people." Riddle spread his hands, "There is no need to make such meaningless threats."
"I'm serious."
"Are you sure you want to expose my existence? Don't forget the curses you learned during this period... This is dark magic. If your Professor Dumbledore knew about it, how do you think he would react?"
"I have never used curses on other people. Why can't I confess this to Professor Dumbledore? What's more, if learning black magic is wrong, it is easier to get forgiveness by confessing as soon as possible than concealing it."
Riddle frowned slightly, "Is this what you really think?"
"Could it be that I'm telling a joke?" Erwin also frowned.
"You are so wary of me, but you can tell Dumbledore all your secrets?"
"What's wrong with this?"
"Why do you think you can trust Dumbledore unconditionally? How much do you know about him? Why do you think you can tell him all the secrets?" Riddle slowly approached and asked three questions in a row.
"I don't trust him, how can I still trust you?" Erwin tilted his head.
"Of course you don't have to trust me, but you might as well listen to my advice." Riddle's expression was very meaningful, "Before you evaluate a person, it is best to think about his character, stance and personal pursuits, rather than just saying that it is because
He seems like a good guy and you can give him unconditional trust."
"Then we might as well apply this theory to you first." Erwin said lightly: "What is the purpose of telling me this?"
"Look, I'm just a remnant soul trapped in a diary now. Compared to you, I'm in an absolutely weak position." Riddle sighed, "Without your magic power, I can't even reveal myself.
So I can only please you and show my own value."
"Then what is your essential pursuit?"
Riddle showed a thoughtful expression, "The essential pursuit of a remnant soul? Of course, it is to find a way to complete the soul, or even regain the body and return to the world... Of course, now I just hope you can not hand me over."
"Then why did you control Ginny to release the basilisk before?"
"Because I need the Basilisk to hunt for more magic and soul for me, and the soul of that little girl is not enough."
This does seem to be a candid attitude, at least on the surface.
Erwin didn't speak at this time, waiting for Riddle's next words. Although he recognized order and justice in his heart, he was not a mindless defender, and he would not immediately represent justice just because Riddle admitted his intentions.
Destroy him.
"What about Dumbledore?" Riddle changed the topic, "What do you think he is pursuing? A wizard who has already stood at the top, what does he want? More power? More power? Or
A longer life?”
He rested for a while, which seemed to be the time for Erwin to think.
"Right now, you pose no threat to him, and you don't own anything valuable to him, so in your opinion, he is a gentle elder who you can trust. But just imagine, what if you possess some kind of extremely powerful treasure?
, such as one of the Three Sacred Artifacts, or has the strength to threaten him, will he still have this attitude?"
Erwin continued to remain silent.
A hint of arc flashed at the corner of Riddle's mouth, "So, the only person you can trust in this world is yourself."
Erwin sneered inwardly. Sure enough, the sixteen-year-old Riddle was already very good at playing with people's hearts. If Erwin was just a normal twelve-year-old kid, he would have naturally developed feelings for him by this time.
Closeness and trust.
But unfortunately he is not.
Doubts about Dumbledore have no basis at all. The reason is very simple. If Dumbledore really wanted to pursue more power and power, why did he only regard the principal of Hogwarts as his own job? Why didn't he directly seize it?
Erwin's original bloodline, or simply fixing him in dragon form for research?
From an evolutionary perspective, all behaviors of living things should be for self-interest, but people like Riddle will never understand that innate dedication and righteous personality exist.
Erwin himself does not have such a personality, but he respects and recognizes such people.
But he did change his mind, and there was no need to hand over Riddle immediately.
As long as he can show enough value.
The diary itself can be used as a Death Curse armor, but this is obviously not enough.
"If I hand you over to Dumbledore, I will get more appreciation from him. So if I don't hand you over to him, will there be any extra benefits for me?" Erwin said bluntly.
Riddle's demeanor remained unchanged, but he was obviously more relaxed.
He had spent so much time waiting for this sentence.
"You have also seen that you can use this secret room as you wish. This will be your place from now on. And I will teach you all the black magic I have mastered, including the Unforgivable Curse. You will find that only naive fools can
Fear of such power..."
"That's it?"
Riddle paused suddenly, almost breaking his calm state of mind because of these two light words.
But he endured it, after all, it was just an image of a remnant soul, and his emotions and thoughts would not fluctuate due to physiological influences.
"I don't have any special desire for black magic. There are many ways to cause harmful effects. For me, learning black magic is more of a need for knowledge storage. Of course, I don't rule out the possibility of encountering situations where I have to use it.
A certain kind of black magic can effectively deal with the situation, but in general, learning black magic is not very necessary." Erwin's thinking was very clear.
"It's not just black magic. I will do my best to provide you with help in other aspects. I am proficient in more than just black magic..." Riddle explained in a low voice.
The top priority now is to stabilize this kid. If he really wants to give it to Dumbledore, then everything will be over. It is completely unrealistic to expect the most powerful wizard in Britain to find a way to destroy the Horcrux.
Riddle could roughly guess that his main body would never make just one Horcrux. For the main body, one less Horcrux would not have a particularly big impact, but for sixteen-year-old Riddle's soul fragment,
The damage of the diary means his demise.
Of course, he must try his best to avoid this situation. His current connection with the real body is very weak, and he hopes to maintain his independent consciousness.
He looked around and found a potion table in the corner of the secret room, with various glassware on it and a potion bottle filled with light blue liquid, which was a very unique color.
"That's... the magic awakening potion?"
"Can you recognize it directly?" Erwin raised his eyebrows.
"Of course, I have personally deployed a lot..." Looking at the other party's expression, Riddle smiled. He knew that he was safe and did not have to worry about being destroyed for the time being.
"If you need it, I can provide teaching and help, very detailed help...