Chapter 199 Shirley: Rolf, please teach me how to dance
Listening to Rolf's words, for a moment, Voldemort was indeed shaken.
He had doubts that this Ravenclaw diadem was fake, not only because wearing it did not have the legendary effect of increasing wisdom, but also because it was already... rusty.
On the other hand, Hufflepuff's gold cup and Slytherin's locket have also been as good as new after a thousand years.
Then why did he still choose to believe that it was indeed Ravenclaw's diadem?
Because when he was young, Voldemort worked for Borgin-Bock for a period of time, and by stealing from Caractacus Bork, he had a considerable level of expertise in appraising ancient magic items.
When Tom found the crown deep in the Albanian forest, he concluded at a glance that it was indeed an antique from a thousand years ago.
If Helena wanted to deceive herself, she would have to make a fake crown and keep it for another thousand years... The cost of this fake crown would be too high, right?!
But now another crown appeared, not only in good condition and without rust, but also certified by Helena... Voldemort was shaken in an instant.
Is it true that he traveled all the way to Albania to get the Ravenclaw diadem that was made into a Horcrux?!
"Since it is fake, then of course you are not the consciousness of the so-called Ravenclaw Diadem, so who are you?"
Luofu raised the corners of his mouth and smiled:
"It can't be the fool Helena calls - Tom Riddle, right?"
"..."
Voldemort saw a joking look on the young man's face. He suddenly realized something, his eyes instantly turned cold and he said:
"Boy, it seems you already know who I am?!"
"Of course, a small piece of soul of the distinguished Tom Riddle, Your Excellency." Rolf smiled: "Nice to meet you."
The soul in the crown stared at the young man, "Who are you, and why do you know that I am in the Room of Requirement?"
Half a century ago, Voldemort returned to Hogwarts, applied for a position in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and placed the diadem in the Room of Requirement.
But apart from him, no one else knew about this matter. Even Helena didn't know how the young man in front of her knew about it?
At this time, Shirley came over, holding a fairy dagger in her hand. After taking it, Rolf looked at those red eyes and grinned:
"It doesn't matter who I am, nor does it matter how I know your location. What matters is... you are going to die."
Luofu shook his beautiful sword and asked: "Do you have any last words to say? If there is a chance in the future, I can help you convey them to your body."
Voldemort stared with cold eyes at the goblin dagger that had been tempered with the venom of the basilisk. He was a Horcrux, and ordinary weapons and attacks could not destroy him at all, but the venom of the basilisk was an exception...
But he didn't want to die yet, so he had to struggle hard and said:
"Child, it seems that you and my true form have a great grudge. To be honest with you... I also have a grudge against him."
"Elaborate." Luo Fu said with great interest.
"He stripped me and trapped me in this crown." Voldemort said viciously in a voice full of hatred:
"We all have the same soul, why can he occupy the body and move freely, while I can only be locked up in the dark Room of Requirement for decades?!
I hate him!!"
"I can tell you his weaknesses and teach you the most powerful magic to deal with him...as long as you don't destroy me."
As a Horcrux, Voldemort's most powerful ability was his ability to confuse people's hearts. He believed that as long as he was not destroyed, and he slowly came into contact with the boy for a period of time, he could quickly control him.
"Your proposal is very attractive." Luo Fe seemed to really think about it seriously. He thought about it and said:
"Let's do this...please beg me. I am the most soft-hearted person. As long as you beg me and say a few soft words, I will let you go.
I swear this on the name of my most respected Potions Master."
Hearing that the young man in front of him asked him to beg for mercy, the soul in the crown suddenly became angry and felt extremely humiliated.
Since he was a child, he had only been exposed to weakness once, and that was when he met Dumbledore for the first time in the orphanage.
That old guy asked him to return the stolen things to their original owners and apologize to the weak.
At that time, Tom was only eleven years old and still very weak, so he had to bow his head. But since then, especially after becoming an adult, no one in the entire magical world dares to humiliate him like this!
He is Voldemort!!
Therefore, those red eyes stared at the young man. He sneered and said very forcefully: "I... please."
To his body, he is just a small piece of soul, but to himself, he is a unique existence. Voldemort doesn't want to just disappear into thin air!
Although he begged for mercy verbally, he still thought that after controlling the young man, he would torture him to avenge today's humiliation!
Luo Fu raised the corners of his mouth and said with satisfaction: "Very good, since you have begged for mercy, then I..."
"I'm still going to destroy you."
"..."
Voldemort was stunned for a moment and said angrily: "You don't mean what you say?"
"Yes." Luo Fe said confidently, "Why, you don't accept it?"
Voldemort was furious, his eyes were red, and he shouted at the young man: "You dare to destroy me, my body will never let you go!"
Luofu twitched the corner of his mouth, half-smiling. "Your first Horcrux - the diary - also threatened me like this,
After I destroyed it, I was afraid for a long time, worried that Voldemort would cause trouble for me. Unfortunately, your body has not taken any action, and it is obviously not as tough as your mouth.
Goodbye, Mr. Horcrux. When you see the diary, help me say hello to him."
After the young man said this, he stabbed down with the dagger, and heard a metallic clang, followed by a long scream.
The rusty crown was split into two halves.
Shirley looked at the cracked crown and asked curiously: "Can Voldemort feel that his Horcrux has been destroyed?"
"No." Rolf shook his head, "If Voldemort could feel it, he would have known it when the diary was destroyed, but he didn't actually notice it.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! His soul has been split too many times and for too long, and it is difficult to feel the condition of the Horcrux."
"Too many soul divisions?" Shirley said keenly, "Did Voldemort make many Horcruxes?"
"Yes." Rolf nodded.
In addition to Harry's half Horcrux, Voldemort also made five Horcruxes, of which the diary and the diadem have been destroyed.
Slytherin's pendants and rings are easy to find...only Hufflepuff's gold cup is the most troublesome.
Rove needs to speed up the process.
Shirley put the two crowns back into the box. The boy looked at the back of the ponytail girl and suddenly frowned:
"Shirley, are your legs injured? I see that your right foot seems to be a little weak when walking?"
"I sprained it yesterday." Shirley turned around and said, "I've used an ice pack to apply cold compresses and applied some potion to activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis. It's no big deal."
"I can cure you with my healing hands in a few dozen seconds." Luo Fu urged: "Quickly put on your pants... ah, take off your shoes, I'll help you take a look."
Shirley sat obediently next to Luo Fu. After taking off her shoes and socks, she put her white right foot on the boy's thigh.
The girl with the ponytail has very beautiful feet, her toes are as crystal clear as cardamom, and the arch of her foot is just right to a perfect arc, but her ankle is slightly swollen.
Luofu rolled up his trouser legs, gently touched Shirley's ankle with his hand, and asked, "How could it be sprained?"
The girl with the ponytail blushed and said honestly: "I went to the library yesterday to borrow a dance book and practiced according to it, and then I accidentally twisted my foot."
Luo Fe burst out laughing. No wonder Shirley didn't want to tell him about the injury. This kind of thing did sound funny.
He narrowed his eyes again and asked doubtfully: "Why did you suddenly think of learning to dance?"
"I have never learned to dance, and I'm afraid I'll step on your feet during the Christmas dance." Shirley whispered, "I just wanted to practice it in private."
"You can't learn to dance by just reading books. You have to be taught by someone who knows how." Luo Fu said with a smile.
Shirley hummed softly, then suddenly her eyes widened, she looked down at the boy's restless hands, and said angrily: "Where are you touching?"
Luo Fu smiled and said: "Oh, your leg is not sprained. I thought it was sprained."
The young man reluctantly took back the hand that had quietly rubbed the girl's calf.
Shirley glared charmingly, grabbed his hand again, and put it back on her leg. Her ears were red, and she whispered softly: "I just...just sprained it. Please help me treat it."
Rolf laughed, and Shirley tilted her head on his shoulder and murmured: