Cannon Fodder's Struggle History

"My name is Tom Reard, how could it be Voldemort? Besides, you are a soul." Regulus steadied himself, touched a quill with the hand holding the table, and put it behind him as if nothing had happened.

The mouth is talking, but the eyes are distracted to stare at the diary on the wall, and when the time comes, shoot him with a quill.

The boy didn't speak, but just laughed, as if Regulus' tense appearance could please him, he waved his hand, and several flashing fluorescent letters appeared in the air: Tom Marvolo Riddle (Tom Marvolo Riddle), and then Those letters began to move sequentially and became IamLordVoldemort (it was Voldemort).

The boy seemed very proud of his behavior. He waited for Regulus to be surprised, and then changed his attitude towards himself. If he could be obedient, then he would still be willing to be friends with this boy.

So many actions and thoughts, aren't they just a few letters, it's so embarrassing, and if the order is changed, it means more.Sure enough, he is a boy in the second period of middle school, loves to show off and loves to show off.

Regulus silently watched those flashing letters disappear.

"Is it Voldemort's soul? Then who is the person who is with me every day? No, you two have a very similar aura." Regulus frowned, looking suspiciously at the young man who continued to wander.

"Voldemort is the future, but belongs to his past." Tom Reard's voice was very gentle, as if to prove his words, he tried hard to condense a clear entity, after that, his figure dissipated and became more blurred.

Although it was only for a moment, Regulus could still see clearly that this young man looked exactly like Voldemort, more precisely, he was Voldemort in his youth. His skin was fair, his cheeks were a little baby fat, and his eyes were blue-black. When two people stand together, no one will doubt their blood relationship.

But, the boy said he was Voldemort's memory?

You "really look a lot like him. Why did he keep a memory?" Regulus felt that something was wrong. This boy showed that he was not just a rigid memory, but had his own thoughts and ideas, more like a individual.

"For the Hogwarts Chamber of Secrets, and for the great Salazar Slytherin." For some reason, Tom Reard didn't want to lie to the boy at all. He leaned closer and found Regulus Si did not escape, and said a little happily: "The most important thing is that even if the body is destroyed, the soul still exists, and it really leaps to death."

Regulus couldn't help but asked in a surprised tone: "Could it be that Vidi split the whole soul? Is it his part?"

It had to be admitted that Regulus was very perceptive, and he heard the key from Tom Reard's few words.

Tom Reard heard him call Voldemort endearingly, and for some reason unspeakable jealousy welled up inside him, which made him sway again.

"Yes, you are very smart, boy, I have to admit that." He casually praised Regulus, and then asked: "Why do you call him Viddy? However, I can allow you to call me that."

The corners of Regulus' mouth twitched when he heard that, and he continued to ask: "That is to say, you exist attached to that diary?"

"Boy, don't think about it, it's impossible to destroy it with ordinary magic, and you haven't learned magic yet." Tom Reard laughed, full of complacency in his laughter: "As for how to destroy it, I don't know." will tell you."

This damn kid is so annoying.

"Then why do you have to be friends with me?" Regulus poked the white mist curiously, um, sure enough, he couldn't poke it.

"I don't know." Tom Reard also said a little puzzled. In fact, he really didn't know. Anyway, he felt that after that encounter, this boy attracted him all the time, touched his soul, and made him feel, Must have him.

Regulus was silent. Now, he was sure that Voldemort was definitely Pokémon. In this strange world, there was no reason to be nice to him, only him.

"So, come with me." Tom Reard threw himself on Regulus, entangled him tightly, trying to strip his soul from his body.

At that moment, Regulus made a move, and the quill filled with powerful internal force was sharper than a sword that cuts iron like mud. Like a flying meteor, it ruthlessly plunged into the diary on the wall in an instant.

"Ah!!" Tom Reard screamed, a big hole appeared in the center of his white smoke-like figure, "Wait, I will never give you up to others!!"

Before Tom Reard's last words dissipated, his entire human form dissipated immediately, and all the white smoke returned to the diary.

Only then did Regulus really let out a sigh of relief, he was relieved, he didn't expect Voldemort to have such a twisted personality.

Of course he hadn't seen it before. Now Voldemort is more bloody, cruel and ruthless. Compared with him in the second year of middle school, he can make people less scary.

After Voldemort dealt with those matters, he sent all the Death Eaters away, and when he came to the study, he saw Regulus with a tired face, looking very tired.

"What's the matter? Boy, it looks like you fought a dragon." Voldemort asked worriedly, wiping the sweat off Regulus' forehead with a handkerchief.

"A boy came out of that diary, and he wanted to pull me in to accompany him." Regulus glared at him, and the culprit was actually the person standing in front of him.

Moreover, this guy dared to split his soul! !King Arthur Merlin, even if he lacks arms and legs, he will not grow back. Does he think that the soul will fully develop by itself?

Hearing what Regulus said, Voldemort's eyes were as red as blood. He looked at the diary expressionlessly, wishing he could tear it up immediately.

"I don't know what you think. Can you do things like splitting your soul casually? Besides, what are you doing for Slytherin? You should fight for yourself." Once it was confirmed that Voldemort was Pokémon, Regulus would Showing a personality different from other people, the whole person hugged Voldemort's waist and complained.

"Boy, you are the only one who dares to speak like this in front of me." Voldemort picked him up, shook his head, and sat on the log chair in the study.

"Oh." Regulus said disapprovingly.

"I hate Muggles, you know? The boy, my mother, is a descendant of the noble Salazar Slytherin. It's ridiculous that she fell in love with a Muggle. They used a love potion for that Muggle. They spent a sweet time. Days." Voldemort suddenly began to talk about his secrets and thoughts hidden in his heart: "Unfortunately, the love potion failed later, the man left, and after giving birth, she committed suicide weakly, and the man still married a wife and had children. "

There was a hint of sneer and disdain on Voldemort's face, as if he was mocking his mother, or himself.

Regulus didn't speak, and quietly listened to his narration.

"Growing up in an orphanage, I showed magic that was different from those Muggles. They were afraid. Unfortunately, I survived. I knew at that time that I could snatch and cheat whatever I wanted." Voldemort took a deep breath. His voice became low, he didn't know if what he did would scare the boy: "I stole things, when I was at Hogwarts, I released a basilisk, killed a girl, and was almost discovered , put all this on Hagrid, and as for father, he deserves to die even more."

Speaking of this, Voldemort showed a twisted grin on the corner of his mouth: "Killed the man surnamed Reard, as well as his parents. In order to get the Slytherin locket and the Hufflepuff gold cup, Hepzibah also died in the in my hand."

When Regulus heard this, he couldn't help clutching Voldemort's clothes, feeling very uncomfortable. When Voldemort was in the orphanage, he was facing a global economic crisis. Countless people went bankrupt and lost their jobs. The orphanage must have been very sad.

However, Voldemort now told him frankly that he was such an ambitious and ruthless wizard that he would not hesitate to kill his father's family, and even tried to kill that Hepzibah for the sake of the two treasures.

As if to show Regulus, look, I'm such a villain, a murderous villain.

"So, boy, the blood of the great and noble Slytherin flows through me, and I am such a wizard who wants to achieve his goals by any means." Voldemort put his arms around Regulus, lowered his head, and the two of them pressed their foreheads against each other. Remarkable.

A pair of black eyes and the pair of blood red eyes quietly looked at each other.

"I know, you are a devil to the core." Regulus looked calm, and then suddenly laughed: "So what? I just like this villain."

Then, he leaned closer, soft hair brushing Voldemort's cheek, and a warm and soft mouth on his mouth.

As long as you are Brother Shang Lu, it doesn't matter what you become, I will accompany you.