Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 120 Another Way of Resurrection

"This is the will left by the great Slytherin. For the continuation of wizards and for the special us not to disappear from this world, I will continue to do so unswervingly."

Voldemort frowned and asked, "Disappear? What do you mean?"

"There are Squibs in Purebloods, but none of them are Muggles, do you understand?"

Voldemort nodded.

There are many reasons why Squibs can't use magic, but most of them are magically gifted and cannot be compared with Muggles.

"Even the children of Squibs have a high chance of appearing as wizards, and the children of Squibs and pure-blood wizards have an even higher chance, and even the ninth floor nine has the talent of wizards."

"and then?"

"Muggles and Muggles, ninety-nine out of [-] will not give birth to a child with wizarding talent."

Voldemort nodded in approval.

"Pure-blood wizards and Muggle wizards are not the kind of mudbloods. The chances of giving birth to children with wizard talents are still very high."

Voldemort nodded again, and vaguely thought of what he was going to say.

"Pure-blood wizards and mudbloods have a high probability of giving birth to untalented children. Mudbloods and mudbloods...they are only slightly better than Muggles."

"Is that why you killed that part of Muggle wizards?" Voldemort asked, frowning.

"The carnage you mentioned hasn't happened yet, Tom, the last time the basilisk appeared was because of you, not me."

The green figure narrowed his eyes and said, "Evil is rooted deep in your heart, Tom, you don't need to push it to me in order to shirk responsibility, it's embarrassing me."

After a short silence, Voldemort said, "You mean, you released the basilisk just to increase the success rate of giving birth to children with magical talents?"

"Otherwise?" said the green figure, "Pureblood wizards will combine with Muggles sooner or later, and pure blood will only become less and less. If the number of mudbloods accounts for half of wizards...you know what will happen."

Voldemort was silent. If that was the case, what Slytherin did had his reasons.

Can it be accepted... Voldemort doesn't want to think about it.

At least now he feels that he is somewhat unacceptable, but if the Horcrux is fused, it will be hard to say.

"That's what Slytherin built, this Chamber of Secrets?" Voldemort asked again.

"It's mainly because of this, and there are other reasons... to teach students black magic, and you know those three people don't quite agree with him doing this." The green figure became gentle again.

Voldemort nodded. As far as he knew, Slytherin did break up with Gryffindor over the matter of teaching the Dark Arts. The other two...

They sided with Gryffindor. Although it wasn't too clear, for a stubborn and proud person like Slytherin, the direction was wrong, and the breakup came from this.

"Will I forget you when I walk out of the Chamber of Secrets?" Voldemort asked after gathering his thoughts.

"Yes, everyone who has seen me will forget me after leaving me." The green figure nodded.

Voldemort nodded, not dwelling on the question, but asked, "Is there anything you can teach me? Or give me some... benefits."

"There should be no benefits. You took them away before, and there is nothing here." The green figure said, "As for what to teach you, it depends on what you need."

"Resurrection." Voldemort said without hesitation.

"By sacrificing a person's life, you get a body—don't be too happy, it's only short-lived—this will consume a lot of magic power in the castle, and the headmaster may notice."

The smile Voldemort had just shown disappeared instantly.

He thought of Riddle's use of Ginny's resurrection, it seemed that he did have a physical body, and he almost succeeded, but if it was short-lived...

"Is there no other way?" Voldemort asked.

"Flesh and blood resurrection potion, that book was given to you, didn't you take it away?" The green figure wondered.

"..."

Voldemort scratched his head. He believed more and more that the figure in front of him really had a lot to do with his past self, but what made him even more puzzled was why the book fell into Snape's hands.

Could it be that he robbed my residence after my death... This is a puzzle that has no answer until the memory is restored.

"Do you remember the contents of the resurrection potion?" Voldemort asked.

"How much do you think a forgetting spell can remember?" the green figure asked back with his "green" eyes rolled.

"You look much stronger than that curse." Voldemort pointed to the curse created by his predecessor.

"Hmph, don't compare Slytherin to you, boy, you're too arrogant."

"Then do you have a way to fuse Horcruxes?" Voldemort didn't care about the sarcasm in the other's words, but asked a new question.

"Splitting a soul looks easy, doesn't it?"

Voldemort nodded. Although he didn't know the complete method of making Horcruxes, it was really easy for his former self, otherwise he wouldn't have done so much.

"But it's very hard to recover from. Killing a person splits the soul. Saving someone is not."

Voldemort rubbed his nose, thinking that the prospects for the soul's recovery were less optimistic.

"You can always find a way, right?"

"Using the magic power of the castle to warm up and restore it, although it is a bit slow, it may be possible."

"Just maybe?"

"I haven't tried it, of course it's just a possibility."

"There are no special spells, or..."

"Which person do you think splits the soul and thinks about merging the soul back?"

"There's a back and forth, it's crazy."

"You're part of the madness."

"..."

Voldemort was speechless.

The fusion of Horcruxes is much more difficult than he imagined, and it seems that the future plan will be changed.

"He's back." The green figure said suddenly.

"Who?"

"Your principal."

"You know this as well?"

"I have some authority over the castle. Although not as many as your principal, it is special enough."

"Goodbye then."

Voldemort turned and left without saying a word.

He didn't want to be blocked by the principal at the door of the women's bathroom, it would make him look like a pervert.

On the way back, he opened the Marauder's Map, and after confirming that Dumbledore was in his headmaster's office, he quickly walked out.

The corridor on the second floor was quiet. After Voldemort cleaned his body, he walked back to his office graciously.

He met no one along the way, which saved him unnecessary trouble.

"It was a magical night. I didn't expect that there is a wall that can communicate in the secret room."

Back in the office, Voldemort couldn't help thinking, "That wall, like my diary, is someone's Horcrux."

As he guessed like this, he completely forgot about the green figure he had seen.

For the content he got, he only got it from a wall - he even knew the location of that wall, and he had the appearance of that wall in his memory.

In fact, the Chamber of Secrets really had that wall, but it was just a wall.

(End of this chapter)