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Chapter 50 Excellent Students

It became.

I didn't expect the requirements for judging gifts to be so loose.

Really, as long as the other party acknowledges that he is a teacher, then he can be considered a disciple.

This wave of mental feedback was so clear that Du Mu had the illusion that he had just woken up and had been in a dazed state before.

Of course, Tom has just begun to devour his spiritual energy, and he is still trapped in the diary.

I don’t know how much feedback I would get if I were like Ginny in the original book, who was devoured by Tom for a whole year, and whose soul fragments were almost enough to resurrect me.

All I need to do is chat.

But since we want to chat, why not ask something useful?

Du Mu picked up his pen again and wrote: Tom, do you know any magic that can restore blindness?
The diary shows a: [? ]

Tom really wants to ask, are you the teacher or am I the teacher?

But of course he wouldn't do that. If Tom could do that, in the original book he wouldn't have just watched the basilisk being blinded by the phoenix and remained indifferent.

[Is this an exam? Teacher Doom, but I think I should have graduated. ]

As expected, healing spells have nothing to do with Voldemort.

Du Mu ignored Tom's question and continued to ask: "Then do you know how to completely kill a person at the soul level?"

Tom immediately became alert.

If you want to kill someone, then kill them. Why bother with the soul? There is almost no magic that can revive the dead anyway.

In his more than ten years of career, the only person Tom knew who needed to attack the other person's soul was himself!
Could it be that the other party is coming for his real body?

Tom fell silent, feeling somewhat in a dilemma.

He really wanted to ignore Du Mu, but in a long period of time, Du Mu was the first person to use a diary to absorb the other person's spiritual energy.

In such a short period of time, Tom felt that his dry soul was warmed. He was unwilling to give up this feeling of rain after a long drought.

Just as he was thinking about how to fool the other party, Du Mu had already picked up the skull from the lower back and placed it on the diary, allowing Tom to carefully feel the incense master in it.

[Is this... a complete soul? ]

Tom couldn't contain his surprise and wrote in his diary.

As almost the only master of the soul field in the magic world, Tom is very sensitive to the integrity of the soul.

He could feel that this soul was definitely not a defective product like Myrtle's. It was a soul like a Horcrux that could not be accepted by the underworld.

But she is complete...

Tom's jealousy instantly grew.

Why, why do I need to split my soul and make it empty and dry, to ensure that my soul will not be taken away by the god of death, while the other person can survive in the world in a complete form?
If I had this complete soul form, I could definitely guarantee an absolutely perfect resurrection... and the incompleteness of my soul would not cause further distortion of my body.

Tom had never thought about this problem in the past. After all, if he didn't create a Horcrux, he would be dead if he died. As long as he could be resurrected, he would be the winner, even if it meant becoming ugly.

But now, seeing that others can remain in the world even after death, Tom only feels that... the way he split his soul is like turning himself into dirt on the ground, as if the god of death hates and despises him and is unwilling to take his soul away.

This association made Tom jealous.

[Sorry, teacher, I don’t know how to completely destroy a soul.]

Tom began to think about how to use his words to gain benefits for himself without revealing as much knowledge about the soul as possible.

[Why don't you let me interact with her more, maybe I can find a way to kill her? ]

At this time, Xiangzhu was also in the skull, wandering restlessly. She couldn't understand the handwriting on the diary, but she could feel the ominous aura coming from the diary.

Just like... one of our own kind.

But it is darker and more twisted, making even the You clan leader Xiang Zhu feel a bit like the uncanny valley effect.

Du Mu was happy.

Does Tom want to use the diary, a Horcrux, to devour the soul of the Lord of Incense?
It is not impossible.

After all, the two of them are almost like his prisoners. Watching the prisoners fight each other, the improvement in the strength of one of them can be fed back to himself. Why not do it?

So Du Mu made up his mind that whenever he traveled, he would hang the diary and the skull around his waist so that they could love each other.

But Tom kept his mouth shut, only caring about getting benefits and not wanting to reveal any useful knowledge.

Du Mu narrowed his eyes and suddenly wrote in his diary: [Tom, or Voldemort, do you know what happened to your original body? ]

The diary shook violently.

Obviously Tom didn't expect that Du Mu would suddenly talk about the original body.

He really didn't know that the soul of the Horcrux and the original body had been split, and there was almost no connection between them, let alone synchronized memories. In fact, they were almost equivalent to two individuals.

He only knew that the reason he kept his memories of sixteen years old in a diary was so that he could one day open the Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts, release the basilisk, and purify the half-bloods and mudbloods in Hogwarts.

[Your original body is dead.]

Tom was mentally prepared, but he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

[What do you mean by this, Professor Doom?]

Du Mu smiled and said, "You are very smart. To be honest, I admire you very much. I think you are much more valuable to be cultivated than the future Voldemort who has grown crooked."

[After all, as one of the Horcruxes, you can also be resurrected on behalf of the original body, right? ]

[Would you like to live again, freer and better than your stupid original self? ]

Tom's diary was silent again. If diaries could sweat, he would be sweating profusely.

The other party's words were like the whispers of a devil, and they were indeed very tempting.

Even when facing the original body, Tom was arrogant and didn't think he was inferior to the other party. And the thought of being resurrected in place of the original body made Tom extremely excited.

But he was still very nervous... because he didn't understand what Teacher Du Mu was pursuing.

There is no such thing as a free lunch in the world. Tom knows it very well. The most terrifying thing is not being able to see through the other party's desires, because this means that what they are plotting must be a price that he can hardly pay.

[You can devour the soul in this skull, and even absorb my spiritual energy. Stop hiding it.]

Du Mu's true colors are revealed. He doesn't have time to wait for a whole year for Tom to slowly recover like in the original book.

Again these words sent a shudder through Tom's soul.

He knows, he knows everything.

But he doesn't care?

Why don't you care? Why don't you fear the possibility of being devoured?
[May I ask, what exactly do you desire from me, Professor Doom?]

Tom asked cautiously for the first time, with genuine caution.

Du Mu picked up his pen and wrote: [An excellent student. ]

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(End of this chapter)