Soul shaping

after ringing.Startled, Hermione stood up reflexively holding the book.

Riddle was standing in front of her holding a transparent bag, which contained her neatly folded trench coat.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just here to return a piece of clothing." Riddle put the bag on her desk, "Are you going to meet Dumbledore with Harry this afternoon?"

"By the way, speaking of this matter, how should we explain your existence to the principal?"

"Just tell the truth, you don't need to hide it." Riddle looked indifferent.

"Eh? Is that enough?"

"Otherwise, do you think you can fool Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of this century?" Riddle raised his eyebrows, his tone a little mocking.

"Uh..." Hermione admitted that he had a good point.

"He should have noticed my existence. So you don't have to worry about anything, just tell the truth." Riddle was about to leave after speaking, and Hermione asked behind her back, "How is Harry?"

"He's still sleeping, probably until noon." Riddle turned his head, his brows and eyes were deep, and looked like a deep and narrow canyon from a side angle, with a faint black light bursting out from the bottom of the canyon.

"Riddle, will you treat Harry well?" Hermione hesitated for a moment, but still asked boldly.

If it was before, she would never have imagined that one day she would be able to talk face-to-face with the legendary Voldemort, and it was not about hatred and mission, but just chatting about family matters.

"Of course. I can guarantee it." He spoke slowly and firmly, without a smile on his face, only a kind of solemnity.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.She thought his choice might be right.

When Hermione and Harry came to the headmaster's office together, Draco was already waiting outside the door.He didn't go in, not only because he was waiting for them, but also because there were two other people inside.

"I'm sorry... I'm really sorry! I didn't know that the diadem was evil... I thought I'd get wisdom if I wore it... It's all my fault for making... Harry... I... ..." Qiu buried her face in her arms, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and she was out of breath.

Professor McGonagall patted her on the back pityingly and sighed softly.

"It's not your fault, Qiu. It's not your fault." Professor Dumbledore, who was sitting in front of him, comforted him gently. "Countless adult wizards have been deceived by him, let alone you. We will not do anything to you." Any punishment, kid. Go back and get some rest."

"I, I... yes, principal. I understand." Qiu wiped away her tears and walked out of the principal's office quickly.As soon as she opened the door, she saw the three of them, was taken aback, gave Harry a complicated look, and left.

Professor Dumbledore's gaze turned to Crabbe who was sitting on the other side. The latter folded his hands and arched his back, his lips were tightly pressed, and his face was ugly.

"Crabbe, can you tell me what happened?"

Crabbe was silent for a while, then said in a hoarse voice: "A very short bald man came to me. He told me that if I do him a favor, I can get the power of You-Know-Who... Then I can teach Mal a lesson." blessing."

Hearing this, Hermione and Harry both glanced at Draco.

"A short, bald man..." Professor Dumbledore thought to himself.

"Oh, he said his name was Peter Pettigrew," Crabbe added.

"Okay, I see...Merlin...then what did he ask you to do?"

"He said he would go to the Forbidden Forest after the game, and he would tell me the details, and then I went... I don't know what happened next." Crabbe bowed his head and remained silent.

Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall looked at each other, and both saw the answer in each other's eyes.Professor Dumbledore nodded and said kindly: "I understand. You can go back and rest too."

Crabbe frowned, but didn't get up.He lingered for a long time, his voice trembling: "...Principal, am I going to be expelled?"

"Of course not." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, "Which of my words gave you this hint?"

"But I... I agreed to the man's request, and... and..." Crabbe broke down.

☆、Aftermath: Christmas Dinner

"You are just a little psychologically unbalanced. It is normal for adolescents to impulsively do wrong things. The school will not expel you because of this. As for the later things, it is because you have the Imperius Curse."

"Imperius Curse?" Crabbe was startled.

"Yes, I'm afraid they planned to control you in this way from the beginning."

After Crabbe left, Professor Dumbledore stretched his neck and looked out, smiling, "Harry, Hermione, Draco. Aren't you coming in?"

The three of them had to walk into the office and each found a chair to sit down.

"Okay, who will explain this first?" Professor Dumbledore looked at them with encouraging eyes.

Hermione and Harry looked at each other, the latter was about to speak, but was interrupted by someone: "I'll do it."

All eyes turned to Draco.Draco cleared his throat: "It's like this, I was watching the game in the audience that day, but I felt the Lord... er, Riddle's distress signal."

"How do you feel?"

"Because of this." Draco said, rolling up his sleeves, showing Professor Dumbledore the mark on his arm.From Hermione's perspective, she couldn't see what the mark looked like, but seeing Professor Dumbledore nodding solemnly, Draco pulled back his sleeve and retreated.

"Is it the Dark Mark?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"No, it's not the Dark Mark. It's simpler than that. The information can only be transmitted unilaterally by the caster, and the caster is passively accepted." Professor Dumbledore explained, and he looked at Draco, "Continue Speak, child."

"Because the signal was relatively unstable, it was difficult for me to determine where the owner was. Then I heard the whistle for the end of the game. First, Harry rushed out of the field, and Qiu Zhang caught up with him. I quietly followed them They didn't find me in the back. Qiuzhang pulled Harry and refused to let him go. I thought she looked weird, so I stunned her with a stun spell..."

"Draco, you know the Stunning Charm?" Professor McGonagall interrupted him in surprise, "But you are only in the third grade!"

"I have taught myself some self-defense spells during this time...Professor, you also know that I will be going to Durmstrang soon, and that school attaches great importance to fighting skills." Draco explained.

"It turns out that you are really leaving Hogwarts. I thought those rumors were false." Professor McGonagall sighed.

"I'm also very reluctant to be here, Professor. Then I will continue... After I knocked out Qiu Zhang, Crabbe also came to stop us, but was knocked down by Hermione. So we went to the Forbidden Forest together, and saw It was... a very weird scene. I can't figure out what I saw..."

"I think there is only one person who can answer this question." Professor Dumbledore blinked. "Riddle, are you still planning to hide?"

"I'm still wondering when you're going to call me out, Professor."

Professor McGonagall covered his mouth in shock, and the portraits of previous principals on the wall were in an uproar. Many people put on reading glasses and hearing aids, and gathered in the front row to listen.

Riddle stood behind Harry, hands on his shoulders, a graceful smile on his lips.He was wearing an old-style school uniform that had been washed white, and his face was as handsome and moving as before.

He did not answer Professor Dumbledore's question, but looked at one of the portraits on the wall, nodded slightly: "Long time no see, Professor Dippet."

Principal Armando Dippet adjusted his round glasses and stroked his beard: "It's been a long time, Tom."

Riddle looked down at Professor Dumbledore, who was staring at him seriously with his blue eyes.

"Professor, do you know about Horcruxes?" Everyone was suffocated as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Oh, of course I know." Professor Dumbledore's expression remained unchanged, and he motioned for him to continue.

"As a vessel that preserves the soul, the Horcrux actually has thoughts. This is not easy to be discovered, because it can only arouse its own will after talking with people, otherwise it is just a piece of ordinary soul fragments. Does not have the ability to harm people. The Ravenclaw girl must have talked with the soul fragments in the crown after wearing the crown, and was gradually controlled. After the soul has its own will, it must want to get rid of the attachment to the So I started to devour other soul fragments. Of course, including me." Riddle smiled, "If these children hadn't rushed to save me, I would have been devoured by him, after all, I don't have a magic wand .”

Professor Dumbledore asked about the whole incident in detail, and Riddle answered them one by one.When they learned about the contract magic, Professor Dumbledore stood up in surprise and stared straight at Riddle.The latter looked at him generously, without any evasion.

"How do you prove that what you said is true?" He asked word for word.

Riddle leaned over, put his chin on Harry's shoulder, and said, almost in his ear, "Harry, lend me your wand."

Harry's cheeks were hot from his breath, and he handed him his wand for no apparent reason.Riddle drew out of the air with his wand, his lips moved as he murmured.As he moved, Harry felt the base of his right ring finger suddenly heat up. When he raised his hand, he saw a thin strip of red light wrapped around it.The band of light stretched out, and the other end was wrapped around Riddle's left ring finger.

There seemed to be light golden ancient runes slowly rotating and flowing in the light belt, flickering under the sun, exuding an unbelievably deep and ancient aura.Riddle pointed his wand at the red light band and whispered, "The spell manifests!"

The runes permeated in the light suddenly broke through the limit and expanded, they were suspended in the air, shining with golden light, and the powerful magic force field distorted the air.

The light of the runes reflected the entire room into a golden ocean, and the esoteric characters flowed on everyone's cheeks, like the undulating tide.

Professor Dumbledore carefully identified the densely packed characters, his body was trembling almost invisibly, and his old fingers clenched into fists.

"Merlin, it turns out that this kind of magic really exists... With my oath, I will make my wish; with the universe, there will be thousands in an instant..." Professor Dumbledore sat down and remained silent for a long time.Riddle tapped with his wand, the rune retracted, and the red line disappeared.

"Then what are you going to do next?"

"Find other Horcruxes and fuse them one by one." Riddle said succinctly.

"You won't use the method of devouring the soul, will you?"

"Of course not. I have a better way." Riddle glanced at Harry, smiled and said nothing.

"So you already know where the other Horcruxes are?" asked Professor Dumbledore.

"I knew it, after all, I placed it myself. Horcruxes can share memories with the main soul, but after the main soul died, this connection was broken, so I don't know where he is now. Although I know where the Horcruxes are placed, but I don't know if they are still there." Riddle shrugged.

"You mean..." Professor Dumbledore's expression became serious.

"Just as you can imagine."

When Draco returned to his bedroom, he hung the mink coat that Hermione had returned to him in the closet.No one else in the dormitory was there, some had gone home, some had gone to Hogsmeade.

He was going back to Malfoy Manor today to spend Christmas with his parents.He had no interest in the school Christmas dinner.But Dumbledore's summons disrupted his plans.

Maybe Draco used to think about making friends at the banquet, attracting the attention of the girls, or picking on the Gryffindors... but he didn't think about it now.

Draco wasn't going to finish his third year at Hogwarts, and he was going to be sent to Durmstrang School in Northern Europe for his education at the end of this Christmas.

He didn't miss it at all.Since he recognized himself and others, he has become indifferent and reserved, keeping a proper distance from others, without any desire to talk to each other.He knew in his heart that he was becoming numb and extreme, and the ending was likely to be insane.

But this road can only be walked by him alone.

The ghost knows why he was able to summon the sword of Gryffindor in the first place, he thought, but if it is now, it must not work.

Sometimes even he himself doesn't know what he's thinking.

Draco packed his luggage quickly with his hands and feet, dragging several large silver and green suitcases neatly to the side of the bed.He sat on the bed for a while, the sun was sinking, and there were lively sounds from downstairs.He looks out of the window, Christmas dinner is about to start, the school corridors are decorated with Christmas trees and bells that change colors.Some boys and girls who stayed at school put on gorgeous evening gowns and went to the auditorium, singing songs along the way.

Draco thought about it, this might be the last Christmas dinner he attended at Hogwarts.He changed into a dark green three-piece suit and walked down the stairs.

The auditorium was decorated with red, green and green lights, and it was festive.The table was filled with pies, cheesecakes, pineapple buns and wraps of every flavor, and Draco even spotted Bibi's multi-flavored beans.

He walked around the dining table, picked up a few pieces of cake and put them on his plate.There are already several couples on the stage dancing to the music, both teachers and students.They indulge themselves with the joy of the festival and remove the high barriers they usually build up.

But Draco knew that he was still within the barrier, and he took every step of the way.

"Malfoy, can you dance with me?" Pansy walked up to him with a glass of wine, looking at him expectantly.

"Sorry, Perkins." He refused lightly, and walked to the corner with the dinner plate.Maybe he shouldn't have come.

"Are you still here? I thought you had gone to Durmstrang."

Draco turned to see Hermione standing in front of him.She still wore the sweater cardigan and windbreaker jacket she had before, casual and simple.

"I'll be home tomorrow. Father has already done the formalities for me." Draco replied slowly.

"Are you going to learn black magic there?" Hermione asked casually, "I heard it's very cold there, I don't think you can bear it with your delicateness."

"It's not just black magic. I also need to learn fighting skills there. Of course, the most important thing to hone is the mind. The education at Hogwarts is too lukewarm, and it's not suitable for me."

"Won't your parents be reluctant to send you to such a far place? And it's beyond the control of the Malfoy family, so you probably won't live as comfortably as you do now."

"My mother didn't want me to go, but she had to agree if I insisted. I didn't go there for comfort, but for experience."

"Malfoy, I think you've changed a lot." Hermione looked at him thoughtfully, which made Draco inexplicably nervous, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet, "I always feel like I can't see you now What are you thinking, although you seem to be very proud, but you don't even laugh in your heart. This kind of attitude can't be said to be abnormal, but at your age, it's still too immature."

Draco was stuck in an ice cellar.He felt like he was frozen and unable to move, his blood was frozen.He knew what the problem was.

If it was me a few years later, I might be able to handle this sudden change and blow properly, but now I can only take a tough and closed stance to resist all accusations and attacks.

At a loss, he went to the book to find the answer, and insisted on going to Durmstrang to practice, but this is not a kind of escape.

He looks invulnerable and sharp, but in fact he is just a paper tiger that can be broken with a single poke.What he relies on is his family background and money.He was still that weak little kid.

But this time, in Durmstrang, there will be no sword or phoenix to save him.

So what should I do... This time, he can't rely on others, and he can't rely on his father, he only has himself.

Maybe I need a life coach.Someone, Draco thought, who could give me advice.

"Hey, Hermione." He called to the girl who was leaving, "Can I write to you when I get to Durmstrang?"

"Oh, of course." She looked obviously taken aback, "if you don't mind."

Draco put the tray back on the table, turned and walked out of the auditorium.He felt a little more stable in his heart, so he smiled.

He saw a man standing in the corridor outside the auditorium, in the shadow of the pillars, only his eyes glowed in the darkness.

"Malfoy." The man stopped him.Draco stopped.

It's Crabbe.

"Are you going to Durmstrang?" His voice was low and cool, like a night breeze.

"You didn't already know."

"I...I want to say..." Crabbe seemed to be struggling, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't say it.Draco saw the contradiction in his heart and interrupted him directly:

"If it's an apology, you don't have to. You didn't do anything wrong."

"you……"

"When I leave, this is your world. The team and those Slytherin students will be handed over to you." Draco said something like an order, but his tone was quite casual, as if he didn't care at all. care.

"What...? Leave it to me? Do you think you have the right to say these things?" Crabbe clasped his hands, with a displeased expression on his face, "If you want to protect them, do it yourself. What's the matter with me? Don’t blame me for smashing it!”

"I won't blame you, Crabbe." Draco waved his hand away, turned and left.His back looked particularly bleak in the night, giving Crabbe an illusion that he couldn't bear the burden.Maybe it's not an illusion.

"I really don't understand..." He kicked the pillar cursingly, and walked towards the dormitory along the traces of the night.

The author has something to say: Dengdeng: Xiaolong, growing up is painful

Draco: Oh.so when can i meet you guys

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The third part will be more complicated, and there are a lot of people mentioned, and the perspectives may be switched... But I have never mastered the changes in perspectives, and I don’t know what it will be like when I write it_(:з」∠ )_

Anyway, I hope you can express what you want.

☆, 41

Naturally, Harry wouldn't be going back for the Christmas holidays, much like Riddle.They all have no nostalgia for their residence in the Muggle world, and only regard Hogwarts as their soul habitat.

"I applied to stay at the school during the summer vacation before. The school board had already approved it... but some accidents happened." After Riddle woke Harry up in some way early in the morning, the two lay on the bed Chat with each other one after another.

"Oh...what's the accident?"

"The chamber of secrets has been opened."

"The Chamber of Secrets is opened... Wait a minute, what you said before, that you were locked in the diary because you caught the culprit who opened the Chamber of Secrets, is it a lie? What is the truth?" Harry suddenly thought This time, I asked.

"...Actually, I opened the secret chamber."

"Oh...does it feel good to shoot yourself in the foot with a rock?" Harry was speechless, and gloated a little.

"It's not very good. So you have to make it up to me." As he spoke, he pressed over and blocked his lips.Harry pushed and shoved him. He felt that this man was getting more and more shameless, and he could find any reason... What did he care about when the Chamber of Secrets opened 50 years ago? !

"By the way, speaking of which, what have you been up to lately? It seems that the headmaster often sends you letters." After barely pushing him away, Harry touched his lower lip, which was already numb.

"Well, he's helping me find the Horcrux." Riddle sat up, casually took out a few letters from under the mattress and threw them to him, "If you want to check, please feel free. I don't mind you Jealous."

"What?" Harry couldn't keep up with his train of thought.Feeling as if Riddle was moving around again, Harry thought it best to get up quickly.

Anyway, you have to have breakfast.Harry ordered a sandwich, chocolate pudding and a glass of thick milk, and Riddle sat across from him leisurely.He crossed his legs and propped his chin with his right hand. He made a very casual pose that was both elegant and charming.Harry had already noticed that several girls were secretly looking here.

"Have you found the Horcrux?" Harry asked while eating.

"No, they have all been moved. Although this is within my expectation." Riddle tapped his fingers lightly on the table, full of rhythm, "Now I am discussing with Dumbledore that they may go Where is it...Harry, do you have any ideas?"

"Uh... The purpose of other Horcruxes should be the same as that of the crown. They all want to devour others and strengthen themselves. But there is another factor in it, which is the existence of the main soul. The main soul wants to restore the previous power, and then come back Kill me, rule the world...well, I have mixed feelings."

"Dumbledore said that he had received news that the Lord's soul appeared in a forest. But this happened a long time ago, and it seems to be no longer there." Riddle shrugged, "Forget it, let's not talk about this .”

He thought of something, and suddenly approached Harry: "Do you know what day it is?"

"Um... the last day of the year?" Harry said deliberately.

"What else?" Riddle asked persistently.

"Anything else?" Harry wiped his lips with a napkin.

Riddle's gaze sank, and he gritted his teeth.He didn't mind putting Harry on the dining table and giving him a good lesson, but if he did, he probably wouldn't talk to him for a week...

After breakfast they did not go back to the dormitory, but walked along the small garden of the school.From time to time on the road, I could meet a few students of the same grade. Harry greeted them and introduced Riddle to them generously: "This is Tom Riddle, my distant relative."

"Since when did I become your distant relative?" Riddle asked, grabbing Harry by the back collar after his classmates left.

"Professor Dumbledore said that if you go back to the earliest times, all wizards are related." Harry looked innocent.

"Hmph." Riddle let go of him resentfully.They chattered back to the thrilling confrontation that day, and Harry suddenly realized that he had forgotten someone—

"Wait a minute, where did Peter Pettigrew go?"

"His body was not found at the scene, and he probably escaped." Riddle frowned. "Although he is not a threat, he is still very troublesome."

"Hey, if the godfather knows that he has escaped again, he will be very angry..."

"Speaking of your godfather, I remember that his younger brother and cousin are both Death Eaters." Riddle thought.

"It's not surprising. Sirius was originally born in a family that worshiped Slytherin and pure blood. But my godfather is a maverick, and he doesn't want to join them." Harry was quite proud when he mentioned this matter.

"Oh yeah. So what's going on with you now, huh? You know you're working with the number one Death Eater?"

"You're not the number one Death Eater." Harry turned his head and looked at him seriously, "You're not Voldemort, you're Tom Riddle."

Riddle froze.Something inside suddenly swelled, bulging, squeezing and stimulating the senses all over the body.He pulled him hard, lowered his head and sucked his lips frantically, making Harry gasp for breath but still refused to let go.Harry held down his hand that had been stretched into his clothes, and turned his head to the side to catch his breath, but no matter how he evaded the other party, he could always follow him immediately, and with an even more angrily force...

"Stop, stop! Where are you going to put your hands!" Finally pulling a little distance away, Harry panted, breathing in the fresh air greedily,

"Can't you?"

"Of course not!" Harry blushed.

"Then let's go back to the dormitory?" Riddle said kindly.

"It's not a question of whether to go back to the dormitory or not!" Harry was going crazy, he could see that the man was deliberately misinterpreting his meaning.

"Then what do you think? You won't really forget what day it is, will you?" Riddle raised his eyebrows, his eyes were dangerous.

Harry rolled his eyes in his heart, of course he won't forget, but obviously Riddle never told him... Ah, what a proud, difficult and capricious man, he can act recklessly at every turn, and act recklessly to the extreme .But there is no way, I just like it.

"If you forget, I will forgive you if you stay with me for one day." Riddle said suddenly.

"What to do... Goodbye, I don't want to talk to you for a week!" After realizing what he was referring to, Harry instantly distanced himself from him and hid behind a tree.

"Why are you standing there? Come here." Riddle raised his chin and hooked his fingers at him.

"As I said, I won't..."

"Aren't you just talking to me? If you don't come over, I'll go over." Riddle walked towards him as he spoke, Harry backed away in fright, and stepped on the bush stone guardrail with his left foot. Stabilize your body and fall back.

A pair of arms clasped his waist to pull his slanted body back, and then turned into a posture with one arm around his waist and the other hand pressing the back of his head.Riddle poked his cheek with his free hand, and said coldly: "What are you afraid of. I won't do anything to you."

"Ah..." The two got very close, and the breath they brought out sprayed on their faces when they spoke.Harry turned his face away, embarrassed.

"Let's go play Quidditch."

"Okay! Just the two of us?" Harry suddenly became interested.

"How do two people play?"

"There are so many ways to play, one person can keep the goal and the other can score goals, or both can be the Chaser and compete to see who scores more goals, and who can catch the Snitch first, and..." Harry was still thinking, and his hair was covered After rubbing vigorously, Riddle hooked his back collar and dragged him into the court.

They randomly picked two comet 270s that were [-]% new from the broom storage room—in order to persuade the custodian to lend them these brooms for class, Riddle also used his beauty.After two laps of warm-up, Harry started the race with great enthusiasm.

The game went on until the sun went down.Riddle was still composed and not out of breath, while Harry was too tired to move.

Harry thought he might never want to play Quidditch again... Riddle was absolutely superb as a keeper, his reflexes were so quick.Harry only scored three out of twenty goals, and one of them was deliberately released by the opponent.Although Harry is not a professional ball chaser, he is definitely not weak in this regard, but no matter what tricky angle he scores from, Riddle seems to be able to easily guess his goal and make an accurate interception.

"I don't believe it. Your broom is not a Comet 260 but a Firebolt_Arrow?"

"Well, I was discovered by you." Riddle nodded indifferently, "How about we switch?"

"...Forget it."

But although Riedel is a good goalkeeper, he himself does not seem to like this position.

"I'm more interested in the Chaser than the goalkeeper."

This is also easy to understand, after all, Riddle himself likes to attack rather than defend.After playing a round with him, Harry thought, Riddle as a Chaser is an absolute nightmare for all goalkeepers.

First-class speed, first-class accuracy, unexpected offensive methods.When Harry saw Riddle hit a Bludger so hard that it hit another Bludger, and the two Bludgers rushed into the ring one behind the other with unstoppable speed, Harry felt I am so childish.

"Stop, stop, stop, I don't want to be against you anymore!" Harry shouted after Riddle scored eight goals in a row.Before he could answer, Harry landed directly on the ground, saying nothing further.

Riddle slowly landed beside him, bending slightly to look at him.He was a head taller than Harry, and stood next to him like a grown man with a child.

"Not playing anymore?" He asked softly.

"...Let me rest for a while." Harry realized that the opportunity to train with this kind of national-level athlete—not, but almost—is still very precious, although he was unilaterally abused, "Didn't you say no How did you ever play Quidditch? It's a lie!"

"Having never played Quidditch doesn't mean I don't know how to ride a broom." Riddle said "Are you an idiot?" "I can fly without a broom, do you want to see it?"

"Then there's no need..."

"There is no need for the game of finding the Snitch. I don't really like the position of the Seeker. The long time of lurking and waiting will make me feel irritable, although sometimes it must be so." Riddle straightened up, turned his head and looked at Gradually The setting sun, bright orange and purple water mixed into a magnificent and intense oil painting, reflected in his night-like pupils, like a passionate love show, "As a Seeker, you are much more suitable than me."

"That's not necessarily true...you fly much better than me." Harry murmured.

Riddle lowered his head and stroked his hair, the soft strands of hair slowly pulled away from between his fingers, with a hint of reluctance.

"In my opinion, you are the best Seeker." He squatted down in front of him, and took his hand and pressed it to his heart.It was cold there, but there were slight tremors and beatings.Once, again, as if being held in the palm of your hand.

"Look, I was found by you."

The boy's tone and eyes were devout and quiet. Through his body, he seemed to be able to see the endless wilderness, the stars were shining, the wind and snow were abundant, and only the most primitive and sincere soul was beating.

Harry reached out and hugged him tightly.Very tight, it seemed that he was afraid that he would be lost from his arms and could never be retrieved again.

"Happy birthday, Tom." His voice was soft, but clear, and it was the most beautiful music in his ears.

"Oh, so is there a birthday present?" He pretended not to care, but the corners of his mouth could not help but rise.

"Yes." Harry took out a silver-green velvet box from his pocket and put it in the palm of his hand.Riddle teased as he took it, "Isn't it an engagement ring?"

"...You think too much." Harry still didn't forget to complain even when he was extremely nervous.

He gently opened the small box, and a beam of soft white light couldn't wait to bloom along the gap, lighting up his face.Like a quick-moving little white mouse, the white light penetrated into Riddle's heart in an instant, and along with the heat came an unexpected sense of power.

His pupils contracted suddenly, and the entire dark ocean was illuminated like a sunrise.He opened his hands, and a cloud of white mist formed in mid-air between his hands. It stirred and rolled, and gradually formed a slender wand-shaped object, covered with a layer of dark luster.

"This is……"

"This is a special magic that I commissioned from the headmaster and Mr. Ollivander to make for you. It is kept in a box, and it will be activated when it is opened. It can make the most suitable wand for you for the first person who opens the box, and Because you are a spirit body, this wand is connected to the soul and can be summoned by you directly." Harry explained cautiously.

Riddle held his wand and looked at it carefully, narrowing his eyes slightly.A narrow and thin band of red light is faintly wrapped around the wand, circle after circle.

"There can't be two wands alike," he whispered. "Thank you, Harry. It really is the best wand . . . and the best birthday present."

"Uh... as long as you like it." Harry scratched the back of his head.

"I like it very much." He gave him a meaningful look, "By the way, do you like the birthday present I gave you?"

"You gave me a birthday present?" Harry was taken aback, "Impossible, I don't have the slightest impression..."

Riddle just looked at him with a half-smile, without saying a word.

"Wait... Hey, isn't it this?" Harry slowly looked at the badge on his chest, his hands trembling a little.

"Why, dissatisfied