Hogwarts: Wizards Supreme

"Ron, are you okay?" Hermione said with a nasal voice as she supported Ron who kept vomiting.

Ron was speechless, he just kept burping and choking out slugs.

Harry said: "Let's go find Hagrid. I didn't expect Foley to do such a thing."

"Anyway, what happened today was too much." Hermione said angrily, "I mean, both of you are at fault. Ron, you should never talk about his mother. Of course, Brian also It’s a little too much.”

Ron stared at Hermione and opened his mouth, but he just spat out a mouthful of slugs.

"Okay, Hermione, don't say any more," Harry said to smooth things over. He also felt that Ron had spoken too much, but he could understand. "Ron just wanted to take it out on you, Malfoy wanted to insult you."

"Yes, but he didn't say it, did he?" Hermione's cheeks flushed. She took a deep breath, softened her tone and said, "Anyway, thank you, Ron, but please don't be so impulsive in the future."

They came to Hagrid's hut. Hagrid checked Ron and said, "It's nothing serious. Either spit it all out or try the spell to stop."

"Will the curse stop immediately?" Hermione changed her sitting posture unnaturally and said, "I haven't started learning this spell yet."

"Of course, I'm not very good at this delicate spell, but maybe I can try it." Hagrid glanced at his big pink umbrella and said eagerly. Ron spit out slugs in the big copper basin and waved his hands in horror when he heard this.

"Okay, I think you can go find Madam Pomfrey or Professor Flitwick." Hagrid said with some regret.

They said goodbye to Hagrid and walked towards the school hospital.

…

After hearing some rules and tips from Flint in the stadium, Brian went straight back to the common room without being interested in training.

He pursed his lips and admitted that he was a little impulsive today. He also didn't expect that he valued Mrs. Foley so much in his heart.

"Oh, forget it, let's leave it at that." He rubbed his brows and no longer thought about it.

He put Tom's diary on the table and thought about a solution.

"Tom seems to have discovered that I have never trusted him, so he has never revealed some of his secrets to me, especially something as important as the secret room." Brian sighed.

He remembered that in the original novel, Tom never revealed the secret of the secret room. He only went in and out of the secret room when he controlled Ginny and used the basilisk to harm people, but Ginny herself had no relevant memories.

Brian thought about it and returned to the dormitory to take out an old book with a title that looked like "The Encyclopedia of Black Magic" written in blood. This is one of the collections of books passed down by the Foley family, which contains information about various black magic.

He turned to the page about Horcruxes. It did not record the production method, but only described the relevant information:

Horcruxes are one of the most dangerous and evil black magic tools. Ancient wizards tried to use Horcruxes to achieve immortality. A wizard can create a Horcrux by splitting his soul and hiding some of the soul fragments in an object.

Horcruxes preserve part of a wizard's soul fragments. As long as the Horcrux is not destroyed, the main soul will never die. Even the killing curse cannot kill him. It will only make him weak, but it preserves the chance of resurrection.

When the main soul falls into weakness, the Horcrux can also be resurrected through certain methods. It can affect the emotions of the holder, swallow the person's emotions and thoughts to strengthen itself, until it swallows the person's life, and finally achieves the purpose of resurrection. But when the power gap between the Horcrux and the holder is not big, the Horcrux requires the holder to open his heart in order to achieve the purpose of devouring it.

At the same time, you can increase its power by sacrificing your life to the Horcrux.

Horcruxes are extremely difficult to destroy, but according to research, the Fire Curse can effectively destroy Horcruxes.

…

Brian looked at the description in the book and fell into deep thought.

"Can you increase your strength by sacrificing your life?" Seeing this, Brian shook his head again. There was no way he could increase Tom's power.

"Then..." He looked at the line above, "Because Tom is very weak now, he can't actively influence me. But if I take the initiative to open up, I should be able to achieve similar effects..."

"Open your heart... I wonder if Occlumency is possible?" Brian considered. His current level of Occlumency is expert level, which may be enough to deal with this situation.

Perhaps he could create a false self through Occlumency, completely believing that Tom was his friend. The real consciousness is hidden and quietly watching the development of the situation.

"It's a bit risky." Brian mused, and he glanced at his remaining 2.2 witness points. "If it's not enough, it's enough to increase the level of Occlumency."

Brian sat down on the bed and took stock of the pros and cons of doing so.

"First of all, whether this idea of ​​using Occlumency to hide from Tom will work. There's nothing wrong with trying it."

"Secondly, Tom may occupy my body for a while. But because his power is not strong enough, he cannot occupy it for long."

"Third, whether I can stay awake in this situation and preserve the memory of that time. This is very important. If I can do it, Tom only needs to open the secret room once, and things will go smoothly."

"Finally, whether I can get my body back at any time during this period. It also depends on the level of Occlumency."

"The performance may reach about 80%. After all, the Occlumency level is here. If it doesn't work, it can be upgraded again."

Brian closed his eyes: "Of course, if I guess wrong and this really doesn't work..."

He always has the initiative in this game. At worst, he would turn over the table and stop playing. He would just pack the diary and give it to Dumbledore as a gift.

He would not be like Ginny in the original novel, who threw away and then took it back, sending the sheep into the tiger's mouth.

It is reasonable to find that the diary in his hand can secretly control him, so he turns it over to the principal in horror.

I believe Tom has nothing to say.

"Try it." Brian sneered, "This will probably be a fantastic experience."

In fact, if he didn't know Parseltongue, things wouldn't be so complicated at all.

But the current Parseltongue, apart from Tom's diary, is only Harry Potter. There was no way he was going to ask Harry what he said in Parseltongue, as that would obviously tell him that he was related to the Chamber of Secrets.

Likewise, it was obviously impossible for him to secretly curse Harry. Who knows if Dumbledore has arranged any strange magic on Harry, and no one can guarantee whether he will peek at Harry when he is free.

Brian rubbed his eyebrows and began to use Occlumency to construct a false self.

"Well, it takes a process of slowly opening up, and gradually I think that Tom is a trustworthy mentor and friend. He is very proud of pure blood and hates Muggle-born wizards. Well, let's just use Draco's character, but he must be more mature. Be more steady...have a thirst for knowledge..."

"Very good." Brian maintained his Occlumency state, his true heart hidden in the depths, watching with cold eyes.

He watched himself open his diary and communicate with Tom about what happened today. With Tom's considerate comfort, he initially gained a little trust.

Brian felt that a piece of his virtual emotion was quietly missing, and his eyes darkened.

"You did a good job, Tom Riddle." He said silently in his heart.

…

In the peaceful study life, time quietly came to October. The weather is getting colder and the air is humid.

"The snake has more venom, and the wand stirs a quarter turn more, Brian." In the dark office, Snape was dressed in black robes, and his aquiline nose was very conspicuous against his sallow complexion. He still had a calm and indifferent expression, looking at the potion that Brian was brewing, and said in a low tone.

"Ah, yes, the venom concentration of this snake is higher, I didn't notice it." Brian sighed.

"There is progress, but not up to my expectations." Snape nodded slightly and said indifferently.

"Sorry, Professor." Brian said helplessly. This was the best compliment Professor Snape had given him in weeks.

After thanking Professor Snape, he took the potion he prepared and left.

These are all made by him using his own medicinal materials. He asked his house elves to constantly buy medicinal materials for him and deliver them to the school.

He returned to the lounge and sat in an armchair in front of the fire to warm himself.

There was an epidemic of cold in the school recently. Draco and Daphne were both infected and so sick that they had to go back to the dormitory early to rest.

There weren't many people in the common room.

Brian opened Tom's diary and wrote on it.

He knew that tonight was the time to witness everything.

This determines the direction of the game.