[HP] How to properly feed the savior

Without even thinking about it, he directly apparated to a distance of tens of meters to the right of the main soul, but a pulling force made him lose his balance.He fell to the ground, and his left leg seemed to be fixed by something, and it hurt heart-piercingly when he moved.Split body, the last moment of traction by the main soul made his apparition fail.Regardless of fear, he had already pulled out his wand from his sleeve and pointed in the direction of the main soul.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Flying flocks of birds!"

A flock of birds emerged from the tip of his wand, meeting the green light from the main soul.One of the little birds screamed and fell to the ground like a stone.

"Stop!" Riddle's voice sounded again.

The main soul arrived in front of Riddle almost instantly, grabbed the opponent's neck with his hand, but suddenly withdrew his hand as if being burned.

"Didn't expect that? I have another protective spell on me." Riddle smiled very proudly.

The main soul glanced back and forth between them, and finally silently conjured up a cloak and put it on for Riddle.

"You guys are all gone." Taking advantage of the time when Riddle climbed out of the pot, the main soul returned to the Death Eaters and lifted their stun spell.

None of the Death Eaters dared to ask more questions. Before Malfoy left, he gave him a complicated look and Riddle, who came to him anxiously, finally left.

"If you don't want to wait for the people from the incident reversal team," the main soul walked to them, "let me handle it."

"What are you going to do?" Riddle supported his body, staring at the main soul vigilantly.

"Use a more direct method to allow him to move." The other party said lazily.

The taste of splitting was very strange. His left leg was frozen there, with spiral bloodstains on it, as if some kind of powerful suction was twisting his flesh, and the strength flowed away along the whirlpool, desperate and helpless. It felt like a dark hole in my heart, bottomless.

"It will hurt." The main soul raised his wand, "You'd better help him."

Before he could figure out what the other party was going to do, a horrible feeling of cutting flesh with a blunt knife made him scream uncontrollably.Riddle pressed his shoulder tightly to prevent him from struggling violently because he couldn't bear the pain.It was a cutting curse, the main soul directly used a cutting curse to cut off the skin on the surface of his left leg.

"I said it would hurt." The other party waved his wand and conjured a bandage to wrap around his left leg.Bright red blood seeped out from the gaps in the bandages, speckled.

The spell made him lose all his strength, and he could only curl up weakly in Riddle's arms, sobbing softly.Riddle hugged him tightly, and said viciously to the main soul, "You did it on purpose."

"Don't you have a better way?" The master soul's mocking tone was almost exactly the same as Riddle's usual tone. "Hey, can you still go? We have to get out of here."

"I can support him." Riddle cast a levitation spell on him, lifted his body lightly, and helped him to walk with a limp.

They went to Gaunt's old house, and the main soul understood what was going on as soon as he saw the tidy interior, looked at them, and then pointed his wand towards the fireplace, where a raging fire was immediately ignited, dispelling the chill of the night. "Sit." The other pointed to the armchair by the fireplace.

Riddle laid him flat on the chair.

"This kid is amazing." The main soul said flatly, as if this was the highest praise.

"He's my man." Riddle put his arms around his shoulders, "He's stronger than your thirty or so people combined."

"Very interesting tactic." The main soul also found a seat and sat down, "But it is not suitable for the second time. You should attach a curse or venom to the dagger, then maybe I will really die by your hands .”

"He won't really kill you." Riddle said awkwardly, "We just don't know your attitude, maybe you don't want me to get a body too."

The main soul glanced at Riddle contemptuously, "That's why you are in the diary."

"What do you mean?" Riddle asked angrily.

"Literally." The other party stood up, "I need you to do something."

"Why should I listen to you?" Once Riddle's anger flared up, it was difficult to suppress it.

"Because you are my naive and stupid past, and I haven't realized that we have to do a lot of things to fight for our own survival." The main soul said in an impatient tone teaching mentally handicapped children. "Dumbledore already guessed what you are?"

"I don't know." Riddle lowered his voice, "I didn't give him the diary for inspection."

"If you do that, I simply doubt that you are a part of me." The main soul still spoke in that irritating way, without noticing that Riddle's anger was getting stronger and stronger. "Even if he doesn't know it now, he will know it soon. You need to be responsible for your actions that revealed the secret of the Horcrux."

"What do you want me to do?" Riddle raised an eyebrow.

"Take care of the other Horcruxes. I will transfer the Horcruxes to you one after another, leave the fake ones in the trap, and find something for Dumbledore to do. You can continue to hang out with Dumbledore," the main soul sneered. Looking at his Horcrux, "Since you like him so much, just don't say what you shouldn't say."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll betray you?" Riddle looked as if he was going to laugh out loud.

"Why are you doing that? All the work I'm doing here is so that one day, even innocent fools like you can live freely in this country, without hiding, without doing something stupid Forbearance and concessions. What reason do you have to stop me?"

Riddle exhaled heavily through his nose, "Okay, you win. I'll listen to you."

The main soul glanced at them and went straight upstairs.There was a creaking sound from the ceiling, and after a while, the main soul came down again, holding a simple ring in his hand, which he had seen on Morfin's hand before.

"This is Peverell's ring, you take it with you." The main soul tapped the ring with the wand, and the ring immediately transformed into a slender silver ouroboros ring, then turned over again, and copied the ring. Identical fakes. "One for each of you, don't wear it today, wait until the limelight passes, find an excuse, say it's a souvenir or something, don't arouse suspicion."

"I understand." Riddle took the pair of rings with a strange expression, and put them in his pocket.

"There's a Horcrux at Hogwarts, Ravenclaw's Diadem of Wisdom, and I put it in the Room of Requirement."

"That's hard to find."

"So this is your job." The main soul said impatiently, "You have several years to hang out in school and do something serious."

Riddle looked as if he was going to explode, but finally held back, "Okay."

"Your diary?" The other party reached out to Riddle, "If we all want to keep our own records, we need other convenient means of communication."

Riddle looked at him, he pulled out the diary from his arms, and handed it over.

The main soul made a copy of the diary, returned the genuine one to him, and kept the fake one by himself. "If I have something to inform you, I will write it down in this diary." The main soul shook the copy of the diary, "Your handwriting will be displayed there, and vice versa."

"I'm not your subordinate." Riddle said with a gloomy face.

"We are one, and what you do for me is what you do for yourself."

They stared at each other and didn't speak for a long time.

"What about Crouch?" In the end, it was Riddle who spoke first, "You let him replace the trophy with a portkey. Once Harry returns, his identity will be exposed. I need you to rescue this excellent spy of yours." come out?"

The main soul looked at his Horcrux carefully, "I didn't know that I was so stupid in the past."

"Can you speak directly." Riddle clenched his fist and made a crisp sound.

"Crouch's mission is over. He doesn't know my plans, so Dumbledore can't get anything out of him. You two ruined my event tonight. Harry Potter must die, and now he I escaped, and passed the news of my resurrection to Dumbledore. If Dumbledore uses Crouch to make a big fuss, and let those who are on the sidelines join his camp, it will not be conducive to my initial plan." Hun explained slowly, "You don't need to rush to kill him, keep your innocence, I need you in Dumbledore's camp, naturally there will be people who don't want to face the reality to get rid of him for us."

Riddle stared at the main soul expressionlessly, and said with difficulty, "He loves you so much. He treats you closer than his biological father."

"Love me?" The main soul let out a cold and high-pitched laugh, "He loves the perfect father in his ideal, I just gave him this fantasy. If he really thinks that I am his father, then this is what I teach The first lesson for him is that it is a sign of weakness to base the value of his own existence on others, and if he wants to grow up, he must start by abandoning his unnecessary fantasies about his father."

"But he is loyal to you! He is willing to give everything for you! Crouch is a very useful talent, he is also a descendant of a pure-blood family, you give him up so easily..."

Before Riddle finished speaking, the main soul interrupted the other party's words in a relaxed and joking tone, "It is more beneficial for me to die than to live. Since he is willing to give everything for me, he should die for me." .He'll be honored."

Riddle took two steps back, looking at the main soul in disbelief.

"He's right." In his opinion, the main soul has the quality to accomplish great things, but Riddle doesn't.At best, Riddle can only live arbitrarily on his own, and is still too influenced by personal emotions in key decisions. "It will take time to gather forces again. During this period, it is not suitable for him to go out in front of the public and become a target, so that those who are still on the sidelines and those who are destined not to join have a target that they can join forces to fight against. He needs to remain hidden, as long as there is no one With a common goal, those who are already enemies and those who may become enemies will be torn apart, and then fan the flames, sow discord, and turn them into a mess. He will have enough time to develop and strengthen his own forces. Crouch If If he does not die, his situation will become tense, and he will be forced to go hand-to-hand with an enemy that is rapidly uniting. From a strategic point of view, Crouch must die."

"Your little friend sees things quite clearly." The main soul looked at him appreciatively.

"How can you support this approach?" Riddle frowned, "I thought you sympathized with Crouch."

"Sympathy is all sympathy. If you are a leader, you can't be tied down by your personal emotions." He replied calmly. "The Death Eaters are a whole, and decisions should be made to maximize the interests of the whole, not for the interests of one or two individuals."

"Little friend, are you interested in working under me when you grow up?" The main soul seemed to be very interested in him suddenly.

"Don't even think about it!" Riddle strode to his side and hugged him horizontally. "I'll take him back. If you don't leave, Dumbledore should be suspicious."