The White Lord Professor at Hogwarts

That monster... what is it?

Ricardo thought, that boy... Rube...

When dealing with Voldemort last year, he checked his school status and found out his real name, Tom Riddle. Naturally, he would not miss the fact that he won the school's special contribution award 50 years ago.

Combining the two, this is probably the reason why he won this award.

Now, here comes the most important thing: What is this monster he is talking about?

The monster that appeared in the memory obviously does not count. Ricardo can tell that the spell released by the young Voldemort is not very powerful - compared to Ricardo - at least the "monster in the memory" is not qualified to be in Hogwarts Castle. There were killings there, no matter how poor the teaching quality was at Hogwarts, there was still a Dumbledore at that time.

50 years ago, it happened to be the time when Dumbledore was able to kill the Elder Wand version of Grindelwald. If it was such a monster, it could completely protect the castle students.

So... what is it?

[You didn’t give any hints and gave an interfering answer, Voldemort. 】

Ricardo wrote in his diary.

[Why, don’t pretend anymore?Haha, mentor, what an embarrassing title. 】

[A master is a teacher. I will not give up something real just because of the so-called face. If you want this title, I can still call it that. 】

Ricciardo left “something” intentionally vague.

It took a long time before I slowly wrote in my diary:

[Why do I feel that your emotional fluctuations when writing this sentence are a bit strange...Okay, then I will give you a hint, substitute it. 】

[If you can pass this test, I will not hesitate to deliver this existence to you. 】

Substitute?

Ricardo immediately thought that this was definitely not the boy who profiled the monster, it must be... Voldemort himself.

So... things are already obvious by now: it was Voldemort who killed the girl; it was Voldemort who controlled the monster.

So to substitute is to substitute into Voldemort himself.

Ricardo slowly closed his eyes and constructed Voldemort's every move in his mind... What was Voldemort preparing to do at this time?Yes, find a creature to atone for his monster.

He walked through many rooms and corridors and came to that place to "capture" a monster... and then made me "become" him with a sense of immersion...

He didn't know much about what he already knew, so he had to think deeper.This feeling is actually not good. It is like entering a "profile" scene. If he is not careful, he will become "obsessed" and see the scene that he fears.

He was wandering in a half-conscious and half-fuzzy world... What kind of person was Voldemort at that time?He was so proud that he became the leader of Slytherin; he had just killed a person and wanted to blame others; he hated his place of residence, that orphanage...

Ricardo's consciousness seemed to rise and fall in Voldemort's memory. He vaguely heard the praise of a former principal, the scrutiny of young Dumbledore, the boy's plea...

Yes, this is it, this "revelatory" day... He is wearing Hogwarts school robes, and the wand in his hand is glowing... Yes, this is the door, the door to the principal's office!

He was meditating and pacing, as cold as a demon who had killed countless people... Although at this time, he only killed one person... That person seemed to be a girl, and he was studying the diary with the monster at that time. Ben, the girl was crying outside, and the monster was hungry, so he let it out, letting human flesh and blood satisfy the monster's appetite...

Really annoying!He suddenly frowned, it was boring to live, and it would be boring to die!

Ricardo's right eyelid twitched suddenly, showing an expression of pain.This kind of immersive substitution always leads to mental overuse, and then exhaustion and sweating, just like experiencing a nightmare.

But Ricardo was still getting close to the young Voldemort, trying to get on the same wavelength to take a look at the terrifying monster.

He seemed to be going upstream along the long river of time, back to 50 years ago, and possessing the young man. All the details were extremely clear at this moment, except for the huge thing with a blurry shadow, and the edges were like ink stains. Spread on rice paper.

The lights flickered, and there was a "hissing" sound in his ears, which was exactly the same as what he heard at the ghost banquet before.

He walked closer and closer, trying to get a look at the monster.

"Hiss..."

The sound became clearer and clearer, like a monster circling around.

Close, close...suddenly!A pair of giant yellow pupils appeared in front of his eyes!

Ricardo felt a cold current shoot through his body, as if a magic power was emitted from his giant eyes, immobilizing his whole body. With just one breath, he would be wiped out from body to soul!

The memory suddenly became clear at this moment, from the past life to the present, but when he wanted to recall something, they left quickly, and he could only watch them leave helplessly.

wake up!He suddenly woke up, this was the rampage of memory!He has fallen into an obsession!

He seemed to be immersed in an abyss, about to disappear into darkness...

He struggled and stretched out his hand toward the darkness, trying to grab something, but couldn't.His consciousness began to blur, his soul slowly dispersed in the abyss, and the control of his body seemed to be taken away by something. He kept falling, falling, and he couldn't remember anything in his mind.

Only the pair of huge yellow eyes that reflected his soul were still staring at him, glowing coldly...

Is that the end?

"Have you had enough trouble, Voldemort?"

A majestic roar sounded in Ricardo's mouth, and then, a golden light lit up from Ricardo's pupils, penetrating the abyss and darkness, and smashed the giant pupils into pieces!

The powerful spiritual power turned into a boundless spear, pointing at the vast sky. In an instant, the sky cracked, the stars fell into the sea, painful wailing sounded in the distance, and the entire illusory world was shattered!

"You have already used this trick in the future, Voldemort. This time... I didn't use my spiritual power, just to catch the turtle!"

In the real world, Ricardo made a move, and a broken soul jumped out of the diary and flew involuntarily into Ricardo's hands.

"I finally forced you out of the Horcrux, Voldemort," he looked at the spirit body and smiled proudly, "Being a grandson for so long is really tiring for me."

"How did you escape..."

The broken soul struggled to make a sound, filled with fear and anger.

"How to escape? What does it have to do with you?" Ricardo thought to himself, who wants to play with you and die from talking too much?

"Don't you want to know what that pupil is? I'll take you there now..."

"Then I don't need your help," Ricardo said with a smile, "After all, in a few minutes, your consciousness will..."

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.