[Zongyingmi] You are all my father

Oh!Gellert! -10

Riddle frowned, the anger just now made him look particularly embarrassed, but now, he realized his mistake - no, he couldn't show it, his anger and his fear became exposed because of the split soul, this It's not what he wants, he doesn't want this and he can't want this!

however……

He looks at the others.He saw in their eyes the grudges and defenses against him.

No, this must not continue.

This is never allowed.

Riddle smiled awkwardly, but what he was thinking about was how to make everyone forget his faux pas just now—it was just a Horcrux, he didn't care about it, and he could get rid of it easily!No, he doesn't care—as long as these people forget the word they just heard, no one can use it as a threat to make him "safe"—as for Azkaban?No, that's the place for this brat named Chandra!

Dumbledore's cub was just as annoying as he was.

Currently, no one is moving.

Riddle believes that although everyone believes in Dumbledore, they will not believe in Grindelwald-the kid should blame him for being born by Grindelwald!

Of course, whether Riddle is right or not, you have to ask Minister Fudge about this matter——Minister Fudge is an indecisive person, he is thin and looks very shrewd, but in fact he is not shrewd enough, so he He was particularly tolerant towards Riddle and others.

It's not that tolerance is bad, it's just that Minister Fudge's tolerance makes people feel that they will not be punished for doing any bad things.

That's what Riddle did—that's what he did, and if he gave Minister Fudge a little favor, he'd get what he wanted, in no time.

What's more, he was in contact with little Fudge now, as long as little Fudge was willing to join his Volpucky Knights, then old Fudge would be no threat—unlike Muggles, wizards were always too accommodating to their children.

Riddle's fantasy is very reliable, but obviously he is not very reliable, especially when ghosts can contact humans-even wizards cannot touch ghosts, so this means that everyone is very reliable. It was easy to trust Chandra.

It's really... such a pity.

Riddle was very angry and wanted to say something to prevaricate, but at this moment, there was a scream from Ravenclaw's diadem——

Another Riddle, a ghostly Riddle who looked a lot like this one, emerged from the crown.

This time, no one questioned Chandra's words.

It was a soul—not all, but it was, especially Prince—and it was all confirmed when old Prince came out of the back room.

Old Prince was Eileen's father, an old man who seemed to Eileen to be very fatherless to her - he betrothed her to an old man and told her it was the best she could get !

Erin hated her father as much as she hated her fiancé.

But at the same time, she couldn't leave her father, because he had status, rights, and money. Before she turned 17, she couldn't leave her damn manor, let alone her fiancé. It was her unique life!

What she didn't expect was that all along, Chandra's communication with her, all kinds of conversations with her, turned out to be to get close to her father, and her father...he also concealed the fact that he and Chandra Catching up on the facts and helping Chandra brew a potion for the soul—Irene has a feeling of being doubly betrayed, but she represses it.

Today's senior Riddle is very abnormal, and she doesn't want to become more abnormal than him.

Soon, this abnormality was announced after Dumbledore communicated with the great magician over the Wizengamot——

The great magician came from the International Union of Magic. He brought his apprentice, Gemma Chen, a beautiful lady from China, and this lady is said to be at the forefront of the world's research on the soul.

Ms. Chen walked to the middle of the hall with an incomprehensible object in her hand. With a wave of her hand, she received the soul drilled out of the crown in front of her, and then used the incomprehensible object that looked like a pot to put it in front of her. Your soul is buckled in.

"Everyone!" The lady said in a loud voice, "I have suppressed this evil soul with my weapon, you don't have to be afraid, this soul was split because of a murder, as a soul, it has no form of its own , can only use the appearance of his own body, so it is—he!" She pointed to Riddle, "He was split, and to split the soul, one must use murder to get such a result!"

"No!" Riddle retorted, "That's not true! I didn't take part in any murders, and I didn't split my soul!"

Ms. Chen smiled slightly: "You don't need to admit it, sir, we can let your soul speak."

Chandra walked over, Ms. Chen pulled him, and the two made many gestures that were basically messy in the eyes of British wizards—then, the soul that was put in the container came out, becoming white and transparent, but However, his memory was extracted, scattered to the surroundings, and projected on top of everyone's heads——

Thanks to Hogwarts, she is always so magical, even if she turns her roof into a pensieve, she doesn't think too much about it.

So poor Riddle could only watch himself being made into a watch.

That damned little piece of his soul!

"Grab Riddle!" Minister Fudge finally spoke.

yahoo!

Start fighting now!

The immature Riddle, Dumbledore, who is in his prime, and those powerful saints, whoever loses and who wins, does it need too much description?

At this time, Grindelwald, who was far away in Nurmengard, was kneeling in front of the iron window with his palms folded.

He's Gellert Grindelwald.

He's done some things wrong, and now, he's using his afterlife to make up for his mistakes.

Nobody knows who he really is.

He was indeed Gellert Grindelwald.

But, he is dead Gellert.

He died under the murder of that snake face. The death he dreamed was so romantic and beautiful. He hoped that he could be buried beside Albus, the two of them, together—maybe Albus was a great man , and people don't have to be willing to bury him next to him, but he won't tell everyone, as long as he knows it, he is satisfied enough.

However, that damn snake face!

After Gellert died, all he remembered was the emptiness and his pleading that he never gave up.