Chapter 191: Chapter 191: Even if they put me in Azkaban, I'd still do it (Edited)
Luckily, this time Tom had directly destroyed two of Voldemort's Horcruxes this time.
"We have a few more days of peace and quiet." said Tom. With Riddle's diary destroyed, there would be a period of peace at Hogwarts, and he was just in time to set about sorting things out.
"I'm pretty sure the crisis is not over, Voldemort is not dead, according to my sources, he is currently hiding in the forests of Albania." said Dumbledore calmly, as if he was talking about his cat running into the courtyard next door.
"Professor, I am willing to go to Albania and eradicate the root of the problem if you want, I just need your help..." Tom had some urgent things he wanted to do, he wanted to get some support from Dumbledore in exchange for hunting down Voldemort.
Dumbledore shook his head, "Voldemort is in no condition to be killed by a magic spell."
It wasn't good news, but Dumbledore didn't seem worried, "And we've had a good year, haven't we."
"Professor Dumbledore..."
"Well, that's enough of that. You should go get some rest." Dumbledore interrupted Tom.
Tom could only get up reluctantly, but Dumbledore stopped him on his way out, "Gilderoy, please invite Severus here, I want to ask him about the anti-theft measures in his office. I hear he's made a batch of Verisateum, and that needs to be guarded well, or it could cause serious problems."
As he said this, Tom was suddenly under the illusion that the kind and gentle old man had disappeared, that his smile and the sparkle in his eyes had almost vanished, that there was a cold anger in every wrinkle of his face and a strange aura about him, as if he were on fire.
But only for a moment, and then he was back to his old self.
Tom nodded gravely, "I'll be informed."
Dumbledore looked into his eyes, as if he could see right through him, "Go in peace, I'll watch the puppet for you." It was clear that Dumbledore had regained his composure and was pleased with Tom's reaction.
After leaving the office, Tom noticed a series of notifications pop up on his system.
[Completed Hidden Quest: The Fall of the Dark Lord (I), The Fall of the Dark Lord (III).
[Automatically collects a series of quests: The Fall of the Dark Lord.]
[Quest reward: Dark Lord's Diary, Crown of Ravenclaw].
[Acquired: Remains of the Dark Lord's Diary (?) A blank diary that looks like a normal diary, but is actually the diary left by the Dark Lord Tom Riddle when he was a sixth year at Hogwarts. One of the Dark Lord's Horcruxes that he used to reopen the school's Chamber of Secrets after graduating and attacking Muggle-born students. It's so damaged that it's lost all its power, and it's not even as good as a normal notebook, as it absorbs ink! Writing in it more often can make a difference].
[Acquired: Broken Ravenclaw Crown (?) Rowena Ravenclaw's only relic that increases the wisdom of its wearer. It has been tainted by a fragment of Tom Riddle's soul and has undergone unpredictable changes. It is currently damaged and unusable, and it is possible that Hogwarts may find a way to repair it].
[Relic of the Four Founders: Crown of Ravenclaw]
[Progress (1/4)]
[Mission Unleashed: No thoughts, no obsessions]
[Description: Peggy (ruthless) has escaped, you need to find out where she is and deal with her without causing harm]
[Mission Reward: Unknown]
Tom had completed a number of missions and triggered other missions. But for now he didn't even think about that, and headed for the Hogwarts lawn.
Yes, Peggy (ruthless) had no human emotions, would not seek revenge against him, was useless and redundant, and was absolutely sane after completely isolating herself from her other self, and would do nothing redundant. So one should do nothing,
So one could do nothing, and the mission [no thoughts, no obsessions] would be done. Dumbledore had also promised that he would help find [Sister].
But Tom had decided to take matters into his own hands, not to let it go. There was Peggy in the hospital, and Tom was feeling sorry for her, and he couldn't do anything about it, not to say it didn't seem to be any of his business. The Peggy he had possessed [Sister] and escaped, Tom decided to send her to the afterlife.
Didn't you put me in Trance? Then I'll send you too, and you'll come back from the realm of the dead as I did, cleanly.
Naturally, Peggy could not return, since a wizard who turns his soul into a Horcrux is permanently trapped in the realm of Trance after death, and cannot be reborn, nor can he become a ghost and suffer eternal torment.
Although Tom has Nirvana, so he can sacrifice himself to be the bait, there's still a lot to be said for Peggy's (merciless) Killing Curse. Whether she was able to defeat it or not, that's another story.
In fact, with the spells loaded in [Sister], there is a high probability that Tom will die in human form. Only by changing to the form of a magical animal will he have a chance to win. But in a real fight, Tom could win, because [Sister]'s magic is limited, and after two more battles today, she is probably half exhausted.
Using his memory and instincts, Tom ran wildly across the lawn and into the Forbidden Forest, looking closely at the ground and bushes, trying to find traces. But he soon abandoned the idea, both because it was dark and because he had no experience in this field, and he found it difficult to find tracks and crooked plants in the darkness of the forest.
Tom didn't care about anything else and ran quickly based on his intuition. Finally, his intuition led him to the shore of Black Lake. In the moonlight, Tom saw a series of footprints stretching out into the lake.
"I can't believe he jumped into the lake..." Tom's face twitched, Peggy was diving with [Sister], he really couldn't do anything about it, after all she couldn't breathe underwater, and the Black Lake was so tricky, how could he find her if she dived!
Tom looked up at Hogwarts Castle, his eyes gradually deepening.
...
Snape decided that the Lockhart in front of him must be fake, conjured up some ropes and tied him up.
"Maybe I should get some Veritaserum, so you can tell the truth." Snape grimaced, but it was clear he didn't need Veritaserum to know the truth.
The Lockhart before him suddenly contracted, his face contorted and his body bent like a shrimp. His hair grew, his color had changed: from black to brown, his figure shrank a little, his robe loosened and gaps appeared between the ropes and his body.
As a Potions master, Snape knew this was a reaction to the expiration of the Multijuice Potion, "Come on, let me see your true face..."
He paused, stunned. Snape had never expected the person impersonating Lockhart to be Hermione Granger. Almost immediately he thought of Hermione Granger, as Lockhart's assistant, adopting his form and fighting him, and then Lockhart himself....
"Please let go of my assistant, Professor Snape." A voice came from the other side of the Great Dining Hall door, causing the young wizards to turn their heads to look. Lockhart stepped through the door.
"Thanks to Miss Granger, I've had the opportunity to 'get' that clown," he announced as he walked up to the stage and looked at the young wizards. "You no longer have to worry about the one responsible for the series of attack, he has been eliminated."
The crowd of wizards erupted. Cassandra from Slytherin rushed to the front of the stage, pleading loudly with Professor Lockhart for more details: her sister was still in the school hospital recovering! Riddle's attack had taken so much of her life force that it had caused a flashback. If Madam Pomfrey hadn't been professional enough to spot the problem, intensify her treatment, and get a few tears from the Phoenix, Cassandra would have died.
"I'll tell you more about this exciting adventure in my new book, 'I'll Behead the Demon at Hogwarts'..." Tom couldn't tell the story in public, so he pulled out a plausible excuse and made it happen.
The young wizards thought it was too reasonable...to write about their own adventures instead of telling them. Isn't that what Professor Lockhart has always done? He travels all over the world and then writes his fantastic adventures in a book for wizards everywhere to see.
"Thank you," Cassandra said with tears in her eyes, "For avenging my sister's death, you will always be a friend of the Wray family..." she was so emotional she could barely breathe. She tried to kiss Tom on the cheek, but he was quick enough to fend her off.
"Well, don't be nervous, it's the right thing to do." Tom calmed the agitated Cassandra down a bit, "Professor Snape, Professor Dumbledore wants you to come to his office."
Tom turned his head and handed Dumbledore's message to Snape.
Snape grimaced, shook out his robes, and turned to leave. His back looked like a giant bat.
Tom stayed behind and announced the end of the Dueling Club, ordering the Prefects to lead the students back to the common room, while he ran as fast as he could to Snape's office.
He has to hurry and have Professor Snape prepare the Veritaserum potion. He doesn't know how long Dumbledore can hold Snape off, and if he ran head-on into Snape after getting the potion, he would be in for a severe beating.
Fortunately, the operation went very well, Tom made it to Snape's office with ease and found the potion in the glass bottle easily after entering.
He slipped into a deserted corner, turned into a phoenix and flew away from Hogwarts. Hermione, who was looking around anxiously to see Tom, was deliberately left behind by Tom.
What happened tonight is not suitable for young girls.
...
Yuri Orlov's business was booming. After the fall of the Soviet Union, the huge quantity of weapons was as cheap as potatoes by the roadside, and there was plenty to go around.
AK47s by the ton, armored vehicles by the platoon, and even armed helicopters: you could sell them as rescue helicopters if you took off their warheads....
Yuri Orlov was a better alchemist than Nicolas Flamel. He used blood from conflict areas to refine tons of US dollars. His company grew tenfold in just one year, and he has contacts with "powerful people" from all walks of life.
Today, he had a nice chat about life with some young Slavic girls to celebrate his new deal. They were in the middle of a frank meeting when there was a soft pop in the air.
"Obliviate! Desmaius!" The Slavic girls fell asleep.
Yuri was about to pull the miniature submachine gun out from under the pillow when he saw the man in front of him change face and figure.
"It's been a long time, Yuri, there's something I need to ask you."
Chris was a difficult man to spot, being a celebrity, his movements were always erratic to the casual observer. Tom had too much trouble finding him, so he turned to his former partner, Yuri Orlov.
He figured that the arms dealer, who had made a name for himself a year ago, would be better off now if he hadn't been shot.
Yuri was relieved to see the identity of his visitor, but at the same time a different emotion arose in his heart.
"Next time you can call first."
Tom shrugged, "Sorry, I just learned a new skill, it itches."
Naturally, Tom had come to "flex his muscles", it would have been too mundane to just knock on the door. It would be quite shocking to teleport to the other side.
"What was that, a teleport?" Yuri's attention was definitely diverted from Tom's phantom shift.
"It was an 'Apparition'." Tom answered her question and disappeared with a pop. When he returned with a pop, he was holding two steaming mugs of cinnamon.
Yuri recognized them as a specialty drink from a stand near his house. They boiled together red wine and cinnamon, the latter with some pepper and honey, sweet and spicy.
"It's more convenient than takeout, isn't it?" Tom handed her the cinnamon wine.
The two chatted over the cinnamon.
"What's wrong with you?" Yuri was well aware that his companion was a "scoundrel," but just as well for him, as he feared he couldn't help Tom!
As he grew in status, he was exposed to strange rumors. Some powerful people seemed to hold some kind of ancestral secret, and he supposed it most likely had something to do with "magic", and that his little friend would turn out to be a wizard by trade.
"Help me find someone." Tom cracked a smile.
...
It was going to be a sleepless night.
Chris was lying in bed, the girl next to him was unconscious and the hotel sheets were stained with blood.
He is very satisfied, he likes to play with children, and those virgins, his eccentricity, after all, is due to the fact that he is too small.
After all, plugs don't get bigger, but sockets can get smaller.
"Two minutes and forty-seven seconds...," he glanced at the bedside alarm clock, counting from the top, as was his wont, "Damn drug dealers!"
Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him, Chris startled, unconsciously looked up and saw the pupil of a yellow-orange snake.
Immediately afterwards, there was a sharp pain, and the poor little thing under his belly was pulled out with roots.
Chapter 192: Chapter 192: Confession, Chris! (Edited)
Tom admitted that he had been a bit impulsive.
The original plan was to take control of Chris, review his memory, find the incriminating evidence and make it public.
The first step was well done, but the second went a little awry: Tom broke down while reviewing Chris's memories and couldn't help but emasculate him.
Tom knew that British society was perverse, with less than one percent of the population in the form of royalty, nobility and merchants occupying far more wealth than other citizens, but what Chris had done was still unacceptable to him.
Chris, as a male, took up too much of the resources of the opposite sex and the same sex.
As it were, Tom could go to buy a coffee and find seven girls, mostly under the age of fourteen, who had been fucked by Chris.
Tom's attitude to this root of evil is to excise the root.
The pain was so intense that Chris broke free of Tom's spell and let out a howl like a dying wild dog. I must say that his hotel was so well soundproofed, his agent and bodyguard were not attracted to the sound of his screams.
Tom looked down at the blood-soaked sheets and reassured himself, "Well, I was a bit reckless.
It's easy to dig a hole, but hard to plant a tree. For Muggles, big or small, it was hard to get back up, but wizards had magic for that kind of injury.
But Tom didn't bother to use the spell on him. First he poured a few drops of a potion on Chris's wound to stop the gushing blood, then he pulled out his wand and wiped the blood off the bed.
The potion was a potent healer and heals physical wounds immediately. The smoke cleared and Chris's bleeding had stopped and the wound had recovered nicely, with a new layer of skin covering the exposed flesh, something not even the best surgeons in England could achieve.
As the wound healed, Chris stopped screaming and fell backwards onto the bed, gasping for breath. His screams seem to have alerted the unconscious girl next to him, but she didn't wake up, just mumbled a few words and went back to sleep.
Tom sat down next to Chris and pulled out the Veritaserum.
"Did the prince send you?" asked Chris weakly as he lay back on the bed, as if resigned to his fate.
"The Prince?" Tom had a vague feeling that he had found great news.
"Aren't you one of the Prince's men?" Chris looked as if he had suddenly been given a cocktail. He had thought that the man had been sent by His Royal Highness to silence him, because Tom, like the man he had seen that day, had a small wooden staff in his hand with which he could do all sorts of magic tricks.
To be fair, Chris was a handsome, elegant and graceful man, so he was taken in by a royal prince, with whom he had had an affair. But on coming into contact with him, Chris discovered some of the prince's secrets: he had been dealing with strange people.
Most of them wore robes, carried a small wooden staff in their hand and could do a lot of magical things. Chris had seen people able to make a bottle of wine fill a glass automatically, and he had seen people able to make a fire turn green and make people disappear when they stepped on it, without getting burned....
If it was the Prince's men who wanted to kill him, he had no chance of survival. But this young man in front of me doesn't seem to be one of the Prince's men! Then there was a chance for him.
He began to ramble on about his worthiness, assuring Tom of the endless benefits he would receive if he cooperated with him.
"You can have everything in the world!" Chris smiled flatteringly.
"Remember the Grossman mother and daughter?"
"Who?!" Chris froze, and from the look on his face, Tom could see that he really had forgotten.
Tom sighed, he didn't think Chris remembered Peggy and the girls' names.
As for his reference to the Prince, Tom didn't find it surprising. The Ministry had always been connected to the upper echelons of England, and it was not uncommon for certain wizarding families to be secretly related to the English nobility. In the Middle Ages, this was very common and normal. A large number of witches served under Muggle monarchs.
A glimpse of this can be seen at the anniversary dinner hosted by Nick Nearly Decapitated: almost all of Nick's friends received the title of Lord and Knight, how did they get these titles? They can't all be family heirlooms, can they?
Devotees of the pure-blood theory, the wealthy and influential Malfoy family has historically been linked to the Muggle noble class, such as William the Conqueror and Queen Elizabeth I. They valued the worth of pure blood and believed strongly in the superiority of wizards over Muggles, but maintained a strict distinction between commoners and Muggle nobles.
This was only curbed with the enactment of the Law of Secrecy of the International Federation of Wizards, but it still exists in secret and is difficult to stop.
Tom silently set up a video camera and then poured Veritaserum on Chris.
"Confess, Chris."
Next, in front of the camera, Chris truthfully recounted his crime.
"Aren't you afraid of being punished for such a crime?" Although he had seen it several times and was well prepared, Chris' confession still challenged Tom's perceptions.
"No. I won't be punished." Chris answered truthfully, as the effects of the truth serum would not wear off.
Tom finished the video right away, looking at the tape in his hands. He sighed again, what could he do to Chris? Even if he made Chris's crimes public, he would not give him the punishment he deserved: the death penalty was now de facto abolished in Britain!
In 1965 there was a moratorium on executions. The last execution in the UK took place in 1964, when Voldemort was still active! In 1999, the UK would ratify Protocol 6 of the European Convention on Human Rights and Protocol 2 of the International Covenant on Civil and Political Rights, which marked the total abolition of the death penalty in international treaty form.
What is the punishment for a man like Chris if he cannot be killed? And chances are, if he goes to prison, he won't be treated the way prisoners are rumored to treat rapists. He will have a single room that is cleaner and more luxurious than 99% of the rooms in the world, he will be able to read the newspaper every day, he will probably go out every day, and he will eat more than most white collar workers.
As long as you keep your mouth shut and don't leave it as loose as the back door, your chances of survival aren't bad.
But what about the girls?
He put the tape away.
"Fess up, Chris." He raised his wand-
"Diffindo!"
"Repair!"
The wand spat spells again and again, leaving horrible wounds and scars on Chris's body.
Tom's Reparo Charm did nothing to heal Chris's wounds. In fact, the restoration spell can only be used on inanimate objects. The use on animate objects is totally forbidden. Attempting to use a restoration spell on a human or animal wound can result in severe scarring. It is tantamount to another type of torture.
If you really want to heal a human wound, you have to use other healing spells.
But this spell was perfect for this situation.
After a while, Chris was lying on the hotel floor like a skinned rabbit, all red and swollen.
Tom opened the door to the suite, and the sudden opening of the door attracted the attention of the agents, assistants and bodyguards outside. They were surprised to see a strange boy emerge from their boss's room. Even more disconcerting was the fact that the boy was holding a small wooden stick.
Before they could react, ropes suddenly emerged from the stick and bound them, preventing them from moving.
Then one of the boy's eyes became the pupil of a yellow snake and, as soon as they saw it, they could not move as if they were being watched by a predator.
...
Tom wiped the blood out of the corner of his eye. Tonight, he had been overloading his mind with mind altering powers, so to speak, and this had temporarily blinded his right eye.
He used his left eye to look at the group of people in the room.
Tom had only one thing to say about them: they were insects!
This group of insects were all people who deserved to die.
What Chris had done, how could it be personal? His team was guilty too.
Tom looked around the room, the luxury suite was lit up and everyone except Tom was tied up, facing him in a semicircle, shivering.
Although the man in front of them looked like a child and was not very tall, they trembled at the sight of him, like wild animals at the sight of their natural enemies.
Anger burned in Tom's gut.
"You, each and every one of you, are implicated, so..." Tom's voice went cold, his wand pierced the air again and again....
Tom sent several copies of the tape to the media, not only to the British, but also to the French, who would have been delighted to release it to the world at large.
That done, he dragged his tired body back to Hogwarts.
The sun rose as usual.
Despite a night of bickering in the common room and in the dormitory, the young wizards hadn't lost any of their enthusiasm, and were still thinking about what had happened the night before.
Of course, one detail was revealed to them: Hermione was able to fight one-on-one with Professor Snape! Although she had been defeated and captured, she had nothing to be ashamed of: she was only a second year!
On second thought, however, the young wizards were relieved that Hermione was able to stand up to Snape, not because she was strong, and certainly not because Professor Snape was weak. Not even the student who hated Snape the most would think the youngest dean in Hogwarts history was a bum. Rather, Hermione won because she was well equipped!
This battle is a pvp between a person paying for equipment and an op-monster.
Some wizards were surprised to find in the replay that, in addition to Professor Lockhart's alchemical puppet, Hermione was using magical items, including: a bracelet that repeatedly releases a Protego Charm, dung bombs, portable bogs, Weasley fireworks....
With so many magical items, it's only natural that he could stand up to Snape for a while.
The young wizards, including Hermione, expected to see Professor Lockhart at breakfast, but he wasn't there. It wasn't that Tom had overslept, but that he had received a special guest.
In the rebuilt Ravenclaw common room, Tom met Helena Ravenclaw, the ghost of Ravenclaw House.
He set before her the blackened and cracked Ravenclaw crown. Ravenclaw relic, this once bejeweled and shining crown had become scrap metal.
Helena Ravenclaw looked at the tiara with an extremely complicated expression.
"Thank you" After a moment of silence, she thanked Tom very seriously.
"It's all fate," she looked a little excited, "A lost crown, returned by the heir to the ring, is also God's will..."
"The ring?" Tom knew she was referring to the Boggart Soul Ring she was holding.
Helena flashed a mysterious smile, but did not answer. She looked at the crown and, after a moment's daze, suddenly said, "It would be a pity if this item were destroyed like this."
He floated over to the Ravenclaw statue.
The fire had destroyed almost all the decorations in the common room, except for this statue, which was still intact. The statue of Rowena Ravenclaw had a beautiful face, but she looked so stern that she seemed to him to be standing in front of Professor McGonagall. Her hair is long, her eyes look straight ahead and the entire common room seems to be in her sight.
"I've been avoiding the question, why do I stay in this castle?" Helena muttered, looking at the statue of her mother, "maybe because she's here."
"I can't believe that even the mighty and omnipotent Four Founders could die..." Helena was a little saddened to see that her mother, uncle and aunt, who were more powerful than her, had left this world and yet she was still here. It was amazing that she could still "live".
Perhaps because they were the Four Founders they had said goodbye to the world forever. For them, it was very easy to survive in this world. The easiest thing was to become a Horcrux.
But they did not choose that path.
"The crown." Helena gestured for Tom to bring the crown closer to the statue of his mother.
Helena, the crown, and the Ravenclaw statue appeared together, the three forming a triangle. The Ravenclaw statue changed slightly: what had been a dead object came to life.
Helena shot a look of recognition.
At that moment, the stone crown crowning the statue's head shattered, creating a spark of starlight that mingled with the remains of the crown in Tom's hand. The starlight gradually mended the cracks in the crown, while erasing the scorch marks.
Finally, a shiny new crown appeared on Tom's hand.
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