HP in the name of Slytherin

The walls that should have been white are now stained with colorful black mist like splashed ink, which is the trace left after the explosion of ancient magic. It spreads out in a radial pattern, and the center is a mass of ruins.

The black notebook lay inside, inconspicuous and unusual.

- It's the only thing intact here.

As if feeling Catherine's approach, the notebook Wufeng automatically began to tremble. The closer she got, the more violently it moved, and finally it was spread out and turned to the middle.

A translucent figure jumped out of the notebook. It was a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, with black hair like ink and a handsome face. He looked like the sun god praised in the epics of the mythological era. He was so handsome that it was indescribable.

He ran towards Catherine, his voice as beautiful as poetry: "Catherine! My love!"

Haierbo only felt instinctive disgust, which was countless times more disgusting than all the things it hated combined. It opened its mouth in the next second and was ready to bite this annoying guy to death.

The person who took action at about the same time as it was Catherine holding a wand. "The broken soul, bound by the earth's veins, blessed by ice and snow, is locked here and cannot be tampered with."

As she recited the spell, in fact, as soon as she said the first sentence, the black-haired boy stood there with tears in his eyes, looking at Catherine affectionately, letting the black vines growing underground bind him until he turned into a Only the cocoon with his head exposed was outside, and the black vines were blocked again by white ice crystals. He didn't move at all.

"My love, you can do anything to me. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..." His apologetic voice was quickly muffled by the newly grown black vines.

But his tearful eyes were always looking at Catherine.

They were like washed black pearls, and they clearly had the same eye shape as Voldemort's. Only deep and pure love could be read from them, which made Catherine, who had only seen Voldemort during the day, feel very divided.

But this is normal. Speaking of separation, isn't this the young soul that was separated from Voldemort?

A soul that, according to his imagination, stripped away all negative emotions and retained only the positive ones, especially love.

This was originally the "surprise" he planned to give [Catherine].

Catherine pressed her wand against the shadow of Tom's soul. The originally incorporeal soul seemed to have taken on a physical form after being wrapped in magic, and the wand could actually be pressed against his forehead.

As Catherine retracted her hand, a silver thread flowed from Tom's forehead - it was the thread of his memory.

Ancient magic has corresponding methods to read the memory in the spirit body, and does not require large props such as a pensieve. Catherine took out a small crystal ball from her pocket, held it in her left hand, waved the wand with her right hand, and the memory thread sank into the crystal ball, and was simultaneously projected in Catherine's mind.

Catherine is not interested in Tom's "tragic memories" as a child, of which she has seen fragments. Although Tom was pitiful when he was a child, after that, all his choices tended to be destruction and hatred. When [Catherine] met him for the first time, he was in solitary confinement. A large part of the reason was that Tom himself was found guilty of making mistakes.

He ordered a snake to attack a child in the orphanage because the child refused to give him a pen.

If the orphanage hadn't been unable to find venomous snakes at the time, Tom's original intention was to use the venomous snakes to teach the child a lesson.

His abnormality has been discovered by Martha, the young steward of Wu's Orphanage over the years. Even though the supervisor, Mrs. Cole, has never believed it, after listening and feeling the abnormalities in the orphanage for a long time, this lady finally chose to listen to Martha's words. , once there is any problem, it is always right to first find the reason from Tom.

——This is not an injustice to Tom. Most of the snake attacks and food and property thefts were indeed his fault. It's just that he did it secretly and no one noticed it. Naturally, they couldn't do anything to him. The most they could do was to put him in solitary confinement. Tom was already used to it.

It was just that the last confinement in his life almost killed him. A woman in costume suddenly appeared and strangled his neck after asking his name, muttering crazy words like "Kill Tom Riddle" and "Kill him." Voldemort".

She was obviously an extremely beautiful woman, shining like a god, but she was ready to give him a fatal blow at the next moment.

Unable to resist, Tom found after several fights that he was no match for the woman.

On the verge of death, the woman strangled his neck with one hand, hard enough to strangle him to death. At the same time, the black wooden stick that appeared in her other hand was about to pierce his forehead inch by inch.

Tom saw that she was mentally unstable. At that moment, under the threat of death, his thoughts changed quickly and he chose the most risky way.

He gave up all struggles and began to beg for mercy, crying and showing dependence. He knew what kind of children adults liked, and even what kind of children some perverts liked. He knew it all.

He used to disdain this, but now facing this crazy woman, he is willing to do anything.

Sure enough, as he cried, the strength of the woman's hand and the wooden stick stopped. She looked at him, her sea-blue eyes, dull and cold, gradually covered with ice. Tom's mind inevitably began to recall the past, from his birth to yesterday, like a book being flipped through quickly.

He was frightened and wanted to resist instinctively, but he held back at the last moment... He thought there would be a better way. Since this woman was open to him because of his situation, he used this as an anchor point to start. Remember yourself.

Weak and pitiful, innocent and victimized, in pain and fear, he was forced to read it from the beginning, and then gradually started to take the initiative to open it for women to see.

Like a traveler wearing single clothes and trudging forward in a blizzard, it was all too difficult. He seemed to die in the next second, but Tom undoubtedly did not want to die. On the most dangerous and terrifying day since his birth, he struggled with difficulty. With the speed of imagination, he grew up in minutes and seconds, and he was able to do things that he had never been able to do before.

That is definitely something that many adults cannot do.

He is a genius.

When the woman finally let go and fell into deep thought, Tom was extremely sure that he would definitely trample the world and everything under his feet in the future.

He will definitely get back the humiliation and fear he suffered today in the future!

A deep murderous intention was left in his heart, but in front of this woman who called herself "Catherine", Tom learned to be truly obedient and submissive.

If you want to deceive others, you must first deceive yourself. Tom began to become "kind". He was still the same person as before when he was alone, but in any situation with a second person, he was polite, humble and gentle.

He's a genius in every way.

Tom knows exactly how to be a person that "everyone likes", which is nothing more than trying to please and please in various ways. In the past he had regarded it as ridiculous weakness, but now he was slowly savoring it.

The noble pure-blood young master, the unruly mixed-blood genius, the clever marrow wizard, and even the accomplished professors.

He is like a chameleon, he can transform into anyone he likes without making people feel hypocritical... Maybe Dumbledore will feel hypocritical, but it doesn't matter, Tom also hates him, just as much as he hates [Catherine]. What makes Dumbledore easier to deal with than [Catherine] is that as long as he is a student, Dumbledore always has worries.

Ridiculously contradictory people, like [Catherine].

Tom also adjusted himself with [Catherine]'s appreciation, watching the increasing warmth and trust in [Catherine]'s eyes. She was getting better and better towards him, like what the world calls family.

The beautiful snake curled up and became soft and harmless, as if it could be turned into a ribbon for wrapping gifts.

No one knew, he was biding his time.

How interesting it is to give the other person a fatal blow at the happiest moment, and watch the other person's stunned face, showing expressions of fear and despair as life goes by!