[Comprehensive] The Journey of the Protagonist

"Malfoy..." murmured Voldemort, "Lucius Malfoy... I thought he was just wearing a disguise to fool the jurors of the highest court in the wizarding world, the Wizengamot..."

"But judging from it now, he is quite courageous," the diary sneered, "Even if you told him to collect it back then, he dares to make a bad idea now... I have to say, Lord Soul, you have fallen to the bottom At this level... even the original subordinates dare not take you seriously, what a complete failure!"

Voldemort said slowly in a harsh and cold voice: "Stop trying to provoke me, Diary...the consequences are not what you want to see!"

Although he didn't show any anger, it was precisely this low warning threat... that explained the turbulent... killing intent in his heart!

"Okay, okay, two." The locket said lazily: "Diary, now instead of satirizing the downfall of the main soul here, why don't you think about how you can approach that boy later?"

"I don't need you to teach me yet!!" The diary, which had been baptized by the cold murderous aura, screamed.

Everyone present could feel his gloomy and surly mood swings, but the long silence that followed let them all know that the young Riddle had disconnected from the magic net and retracted into his diary.

"I need the Philosopher's Stone." Voldemort ignored the left diary. For him, the abandoned boyhood was so weak and stupid. He said darkly, "Yes, yes, I Need the Philosopher's Stone to shape a new body for myself...and then go to Azkaban to rescue my faithful servants, and let them know that the great Lord Voldemort never abandoned them..."

"People in the Malfoy family have always been so cunning. From Abraxas to Lucius, I think the little Malfoy who is studying now is the most tender..." Voldemort said coldly: "You want Believe me, those greedy and cowardly nobles, as soon as they get the news of my return... they will definitely leave everything behind and rush over... Yes, I know they are all afraid of me... and the Malfoy family belongs to the nobles among the nobles ...I just need to think about it for a while, and I know what choice they will make..."

"And you... you noisy, unruly Horcruxes," he said quietly, "I know what you're thinking... After all, you were stripped from me from the very beginning. ... In this world, who else understands you better than me?"

"Huh?" The locket sighed in feigned surprise, "I thought you could endure it for a little longer... It seems that tearing up your soul really has a huge impact on you..."

"After all, we have been one from the beginning..." said Crown.

"Shut up!" Voldemort sharply refused, "Only I...Only me stripped of all emotions...is the only, the only rt!"

"But," Jin Bei said coldly, "the magic net also thinks we are the same person."

"I don't need you to tell me this yet!" Voldemort said quietly. If he could see his face now, it must have twisted anger on that ferocious and terrifying face: "What a damn magic net!" Ah... you soul pieces that exist as horcruxes, wouldn't you stay quietly and dutifully in the hiding place I chose for you?"

"This world only needs one Voldemort...Put away your little thoughts, they shine like stars in the dark night!" Voldemort said coldly: "As long as I am here...you will not win a single bit of Voldemort's this Chance for a name!"

"Hiss... voldy, I didn't... hiss... didn't want... to replace you!" A small voice said softly, it was the soul piece on Nagini.

"Didn't I tell you not to talk?" Voldemort, who was disturbed by the atmosphere, shouted coldly.

So the voice had to shut up aggrievedly.

"Hehe." The locket teased hypocritically: "You are still the same as before, so suspicious..."

"You're right." But Jin Bei admitted this lightly, but then he said quietly: "But don't forget, your current enemy...is not our turn yet!"

On the other side, after the sorting ceremony ended.

Go through the Slytherin common room and down the spiral corridor to the innermost single bedroom.

Traditional four-poster bed, green silk draperies hanging down, medieval landscape paintings hanging on the bedroom walls, silver magic lanterns hanging from the high ceiling, the whole room is not bright enough light, Draco Malfoy hangs When he walked in cautiously, he saw Su Xuan wearing a black robe, with his back turned to him, standing quietly in front of the window of the room.

"Good evening, Your Majesty." Draco bent over, his tone humble and sincere: "My father, let me send you my greetings on his behalf!"

He waved his wand, and a small, thin book appeared in his hand, with a tattered black cover, and a faded date on the cover... The date indicated that it was 50 years old .

But it was such an ordinary diary, Draco's expression was very serious.

He knows what kind of dark item it is, and who its owner belongs to...Maybe Su Xuan doesn't need to be afraid of that person whose name he can't say...Of course, he has experienced too much Draco now He was no longer one of those pathetic wizards who feared Voldemort, but what he could never deny was that neither Voldemort nor Dumbledore...neither one was allowed to be taken lightly by him.

Su Xuan didn't look back, he took it casually, opened it, and on the first page, there was an indistinct name written in ink: ... Riddle.

"Your father," Su Xuan turned his head, his green eyes were deep and inexplicable: "Lucius Malfoy..."

Draco lowered his head even lower.

"I remember him," Su Xuan turned his head and looked at the black lake outside the window. The gentle water waves caressed the ancient stone walls of Hogwarts wave after wave, and there was a soothing and low rustling sound. The sound sounded in such a silent environment, as if it was equipped with incredible magic power, giving people an illusion of remoteness.

"I remember, he was a member of the Starry Sky Secret Club earlier than you," Su Xuan's words that could not hear his emotions came slowly: "At that time, he was just like you now, the Sisi closest to me. Raitlin, I have to say that all Malfoys will always be the nobles who are the best at judging the situation...and as long as you think about it, you can do your best."

A reserved, proud smile spread across Draco's face.

"Is he still researching time converters with other people?" Su Xuan asked casually: "Then you remember to ask him to protect himself... This is the last repeat, this world, I, is impossible For him to restart the reincarnation..."

Draco was terrified, and the countless times of re-encountering the world made him already know that the reason for all this happened was from Neville Longbottom's peculiarity, and as long as Neville died, reincarnation would start, and all Everything in life will be rewound, and even death will be dispersed by the mighty power of this world...

But now, Neville Longbottom has completely shed his abnormality, and he is no different from all the little wizards who grew up in the wizarding world... Or rather, his memory is weaker than ordinary people, However, everyone thought that this was because he was cast at the age of one in order to avoid the consequences of forgetting that he had witnessed his parents being tortured by Death Eaters.

What a reasonable guess!

However, Draco can hear from Su Xuan's words... even if there is no "key" to restart the world now, it seems that it is not impossible for him to make the world reincarnate again thing...

This made him dizzy for a moment.

What should I call this person in front of me?

God?

The creation of the magic net made Draco Malfoy look like a frog jumping out of a narrow well, and he got a glimpse of the scenery that he should not have seen in his life. This made him worship the Lord of the magic net from the bottom of his heart... He even firmly believed that even if it was Dumbledore, the Dark Lord, or even the Hogwarts Big Four revered thousands of years ago, it was not worthwhile for His Majesty to bow his head and take a look at them!

Maybe only the legendary Merlin... No, even Merlin must be inferior to him!

If in these countless reincarnations, he has always been on the road to becoming a god, then he must be close to the goal now... Draco thought extremely happily.

At this moment, Su Xuan suddenly tilted his head, stretched out his hand, and knocked on the green arched window in front of him. Draco opened his eyes and saw a grinning dog face grunting outside the window Gollum spat air bubbles.

This big black dog swayed its limbs skillfully, its pitch-black hair fluttered in the lake water, the tip of its black nose touched the glass window of Slytherin's dormitory, and its moist eyes seemed to be foolishly flattering.

"This..." Draco felt something unknown rushing through his heart, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"Don't worry about it." Su Xuan said lightly.

Draco had no choice but to hang his head and leave the dormitory.

Su Xuan no longer looked at Sirius Black's stupid appearance, he thought for a while, stretched out the holly wood wand that had slipped from his cuff, and tapped the tip of the wand on the pages of the diary.

A burst of time and space changes.

When he opened his eyes again, what he saw was another completely different room.