Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 199 198: Riddle: I believe in the power of love
Riddle actually walked into the trap?
To be honest, the development of things is beyond Ian's original prediction. Before he entered the time machine, he just thought that he would go back to the Wu's Orphanage decades ago, take a look at the place where he grew up, and then catch the cunning Tom who escaped.

Who would have thought that not only would the time he traveled to become two thousand years ago, and he would come to a city that was historically destined to be destroyed, but he would also be involved in a past related to the black-robed skeleton.

These situations were more shocking than the last, but Ian was not unacceptable because he just witnessed how wonderful the past was. Gods, legends, disasters, doomsday, and other things would become part of his life memory after he found Tom.

He had made up his mind to find Tom and then find a way to go back to the future, but at this moment, Ian looked at the handsome "senior" in front of him and really felt that his plan could not keep up with the changes.

Tom Riddle, who had been hiding in the dark, actually showed up! This was completely contrary to Ian's idea that he would find the other party, and then he would have to kill him after a big fight with him! Whether he swallowed the magic power or not was secondary. Ian's main purpose was to eliminate the trouble forever.

Of course, seeking justice is also one of the reasons. After all, Riddle's troubles have wasted so much of his time, and it would be unreasonable for him not to seek justice for himself.

Holding on to anger isn't good for your thyroid.

"Where did you take Malfoy? You devoured the soul of my kind classmate and completed your rebirth? Damn it! I will never forgive such an evil person like you!" Ian looked up and down at Riddle, who had returned to the age of sixteen. His expression was sad and angry, but he still found a reason to kill Riddle.

What is surrender?
It's all just Riddle's cunning tricks!

Ian said that he would never be deceived by the Dark Lord!
"I didn't devour him! He's still alive! He's just separated from me!"

Riddle looked at the indignant little wizard in front of him. He felt his scalp tingling and his back chilled. Seeing that the other party's wand was about to move, he hurriedly explained loudly.

"This is impossible, you are just lying." Ian frowned when he heard it. Although he expressed his disbelief, he put down his wand.

The green light above gradually disappeared.

Riddle breathed a sigh of relief.

He was a little dazed for a moment and couldn't tell who was the Dark Lord between him and the other party... It was said that all the young wizards in Hogwarts had love and justice!
Why does this guy want to bite the big melon as soon as he raises his hand?
"He planted a curse on you, and then you wanted to pass it on to me, so that you and I would be tied to the same rope and have to work together to find a solution to the problem. Really, Riddle, you do have a calculating mind." Ian came up with another plan when one failed.

Of course he already knew that he would not be affected by the mysterious curse.

at this point.

He had verified it without realizing it when he was in the temple at the beginning. Now, after looking at Riddle, he took out the mirror and did not find the mark in his eyes.

"What spreads the curse?"

Riddle was stunned when he heard Ian's words.

He was shocked.

"I don't know! Damn it! I only have the knowledge of a sixteen-year-old!"

As if he was defending himself.

Riddle spoke in a panic.

"Oh?"

Ian narrowed his eyes.

"It's Helbo who's causing all this trouble! Yes! It's that despicable Helbo! I know you must have heard of this name. You've learned the dark arts better than I have at my age now!"

Riddle knew that if he didn't explain the situation, his situation would definitely not be safe. He was too familiar with the little wizard's eyes. It was the same look that Voldemort gave him when he was looking for an excuse to kill someone.

Use yourself to save others.

Riddle thought Ian's look was terrifying.

"Herbo?" Ian heard another unexpected name from Riddle. "Are you bullying me because I'm not good at history? Herbo lived in 800 BC!"

He put his wand directly to Riddle's nose, "Of course, he has a Horcrux just like you. Don't tell me you found his Horcrux and resurrected him."

have to say.

Ian's guess is not impossible. After all, birds of a feather flock together. It is not uncommon for Riddle to want to find a confidant but end up being backstabbed by his confidant.

"How could I do such a stupid thing! Do you think I'm a mentally ill Voldemort?" Riddle quickly took a few steps back, covering his nose as if he cherished it very much.

"Aren't you Voldemort?"

Ian sneered.

Riddle corrected him seriously.

"Yes, of course I am Voldemort, but the Voldemort you know is not me. I am only sixteen years old now, and I am completely different from the idiot you know!" He also seemed to despise himself very much after losing his nose. Perhaps this is another form of children growing up to become the person they hate?

"Herbo is not a resurrected Horcrux. I cannot understand his condition. This is the limit of my current knowledge, which only ends with what I learned when I was sixteen."

"But there is one thing I am sure of. He has planted a terrible curse on me. He is definitely no longer in the form of a human. He can be considered another creature!"

When Riddle mentioned Helbo, his tone was full of fear and terror. It was hard to imagine that such emotions could be clearly perceived in someone like him.

Perhaps Riddle had already sensed something was wrong when Helpo cursed him, but he didn't show it at the time. This level of scheming was impressive.

"What creature?"

Ian could see that.

If Riddle hadn't dug out his eyes, the problem would probably not be solved. At this moment, he would have dug out his eyeballs without hesitation. The mysterious image of the brand in his eyes was very clear.

"I don't know! He calls himself an angel! And he controls a power that is not magic! You see my current state, he directly resurrected me and created a body for me out of thin air!" Riddle still feels incredible when he recalls it now. This has greatly exceeded his cognition.

"You're resurrected, but what about Malfoy?"

After hearing this, Ian just asked a question that might not be very important.

"He was unconscious and was thrown into a room by Helbo and locked up. However, he must have been alive when I left. I can feel that he may be of other use to Helbo."

Riddle stated his own judgment. He looked at Ian with suspicion and became a little impatient. "I can show you my memory."

"You have learned this kind of magic, right? I have collected all the information about you." Riddle bent down and put his temple in front of Ian's wand.

"..."

Ian had dealt with Voldemort several times, but this was the first time he had seen Voldemort like this. Seeing Riddle open his mind and soul without any defense, he became more and more aware that Riddle's fear and panic might not be false, and Riddle might have really encountered something that scared the Dark Lord.

If not.

Riddle would never come to him, nor would he be as honest as he is now.

"My mind is open, look! Look at my memory!" Riddle even urged Ian, and kept rubbing his temple against Ian's wand.

Young wizards are all afraid that their wands will be covered with dandruff.

"I think it would be safer for you to read his thoughts. If it is a forged memory or an implanted memory, someone like you will definitely be able to tell the difference."

Ian remained cautious. He turned his head and looked at the "priestess" who had been cracking nuts and hadn't said a word from beginning to end, as if she was watching a show.

"I?"

The "priestess" who was named was a little confused.

"Yes, I need you to."

Ian spoke calmly.

He knew that it would be difficult for Her Majesty the Goddess to disobey his orders.

as predicted.

Although her face was full of reluctance, the "priestess" still threw away her nuts and stood up. She wiped her oily hands on her clothes without caring about her image.

Ok.

Those clothes might not be hers, but the clothes that belonged to the real priestess. Having a body borrowed and having to dirty a set of clothes, it must be said that being a clergyman is not an easy thing. The "priestess" looked at Riddle and walked towards this soul from the future with a little disdain.

"I'm telling you, this is definitely not a wise idea. There is a reason why we can't interfere too much with the human world. The more we interfere with the human world, the faster the Ragnarok will arrive."

"That would be the real disaster." While explaining the secret rules to the young wizard, the "priestess" still raised her hand and wanted to press both index fingers on Riddle's temple.

Perhaps because she saw some nut crumbs on her fingers, the "priestess" put them in her mouth and sucked them without caring about her image, which made Riddle immediately dodge her hand in disgust.

"I don't want to be infected with some messy ancient diseases. Sorry, it's not that I look down on you, but I really am a germaphobe. I've observed that you guys hardly take a bath once a month. This is definitely not a good habit..." Riddle spoke with contempt, and his tone finally returned to the arrogance he should have.

however.

Before he could finish his complaints, the "priestess" rolled her eyes and hooked her finger, and Riddle's head flew off his neck without his control.

Yes.

The head and body were separated directly, but not a drop of blood flowed out. Even Riddle's facial expression was still active, and his body was still able to grab around in panic.

"How is this going!"

Riddle screamed in terror, and his head flew into the hands of the "priestess". Then his eyes began to roll wildly, and even saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth.

It is obvious that the way this "goddess" reads memory is very rough, probably because of Riddle's contempt. Ian, who is familiar with the vengeful character of the "Black Robe Skeleton", understands very well that this is the revenge of the "Goddess".

About a minute later.

"He didn't lie. He did meet Herpo... I remember this guy, a wizard of amazing talent. He created a way to evade death but he didn't even live as long as an ordinary wizard."

"He was an unlucky guy, but he seemed to have some good luck after his death." After watching Riddle's memory, the "priestess" turned to Ian and said with emotion. Her words could be regarded as an endorsement of Riddle. After that, the goddess threw Riddle's head back like throwing away garbage.

However, she did not take it back to Riddle's head, but dropped it on the ground in front of Riddle's body. Perhaps it was out of evil taste, she watched with interest as Riddle searched for his head on the ground.

"Becoming a so-called angel, returning from the dead?" Ian frowned with a look of surprise on his face. He didn't expect that Riddle would actually be an honest child.

This may also mean that Riddle has indeed encountered a problem that cannot be solved at all.

"I prefer to call it good luck. As we all know, the God of Death is different from all the gods we know. Even Hela and Hades don't dare to call themselves the God of Death."

"It is a pure embodiment of rules, so it does not need angels. However, Hailbo's soul did return to the world with the power of the god of death."

"There was a war in the world of the dead. The god of death was defeated by the master of the dead country and collapsed. Helbo found a part of the power that the god of death had scattered back then."

"You can regard this part of power as divine rules. Of course, Helbo's finding of this part of power may also be part of the calculations and plans of the God of Death."

"No one can explain this clearly..."

In response to Ian's questions, the "priestess" did not act as a riddle teller this time, but the amount of information revealed was not much, and did not completely solve the little wizard's inner confusion.

"I've heard people talk about the God of Death like this more than once." Many memories flashed through Ian's mind. He secretly used magic to control Riddle's head to roll on the ground while looking at the "priestess".

"But if, as you said, the God of Death is the embodiment of rules, why would He do such a thing? And He is also mentioned in the stories about the Three Sacred Relics that are circulated among the people."

"You should have heard the story of the Three Holy Relics and the Three Brothers in your time?" Ian was not sure about this. He had studied the Three Holy Relics but could not find the specific historical year.

"You are underestimating me. Just because something hasn't happened now doesn't mean I don't know it will happen. As long as I don't look towards my end point, I can see every tiny event in history."

The "priestess" took out some more nuts and sat on the chair. She spoke in a light tone, but her words made Ian look at her deeply several times.

"In that case, you should also know the motive of the Grim Reaper's behavior?" Ian looked at Riddle's body that was banging its head against the wall everywhere. He stopped doing any sneaky tricks and chose to let poor Riddle go.

"of course."

The "priestess" crossed her long legs and chuckled, "Everyone knows His motives. All His actions, all His plans, and everything He does have only one purpose."

"That is... embracing this world, embracing the Creator who no one knows whether he exists or not." Her words were very euphemistic, but they still made the little wizard feel a chill in his heart.

"Boom!"

Just at this time.

The loud roar of thunder, like some kind of warning, suddenly appeared in the sky, and the sound was transmitted to the deep underground. The "priestess" who had been extremely calm just now was visibly panicked.

"I have been warned."

She felt a little regretful about why she made the mistake of not controlling her mouth again.

"Anyway, Helpo is indeed a trouble. The body of the dead has crawled back into this world, and he is using disasters and his own stolen characteristics to get involved in forbidden areas."

The "priestess" changed the subject, her tone lamenting, but she didn't seem to care.

"You won't allow this kind of thing to happen." Ian noticed the attitude of the "priestess" and looked at this being among the gods with some confusion.

"If it is going to happen, then it should happen, and no one can stop fate." However, the "priestess" shook her head, showing a very Buddhist attitude.

Just when the little wizard frowned and was about to speak.

"I can't put my head back together!"

Riddle finally found his head and put it on his neck, but couldn't get it up no matter what. He just shouted loudly in an indignant tone.

"Click~"

The "priestess" snapped her fingers.

Riddle's head was reattached to his neck.

"For the sake of your dirty soul which still has some value." Glancing at Del with disgust, the "priestess" once again looked at the thoughtful little wizard in front of her.

"Of course, if you don't stop him, maybe Helbo will really change a lot of things." Obviously, this sentence is to emphasize to Ian the consequences of leaving Helbo alone.

God knows why she said it didn't matter one moment and then gave this reminder the next.

"If Helbo really has done something like this in history, even if we don't stop him, it should be unlikely that he will disrupt the future."

"After all, he is the past for us."

Ian was sorting out his thoughts.

"If you hadn't come to this era, that would have been the case. However, you came and brought him the person he wanted. This is already creating a new future."

After hearing this, the "priestess" shook her head.

The tone is full of meaning.

"What do you mean?"

The young wizard's eyes narrowed.

"Angels. He needs people who are like him and shouldn't be there to become his angels and hold up the throne for him. Only then can he ignite the divine fire and achieve the accomplishments that he should have failed to achieve at some point in time."

The "priestess" turned and looked at Riddle, who was vomiting while leaning against the wall.

"Herbo is not deceiving you. He does intend to share his glory with you. However, you are his angel, a "part" of himself, and you share this glory with him."

"Look, this is the method used by many extremely evil beings. The sincerity they show is genuine, but the victims are completely unaware that the sincerity they see is not the whole story."

"The truth can always be used as a weapon in the mouths of these guys." Her unhurried words made Riddle feel cold all over and gave him goose bumps.

The little wizard smiled awkwardly.

He felt that the goddess was biased.

But I didn't know how to refute, so I fell into silence.

"I'm sorry, I've been wanting to ask you since a while ago, who are you... With such means, such power, and such knowledge, your name must be in history."

Riddle shook his head, which had rolled hundreds of times on the ground. He felt scared when he thought about what had just happened to him. He looked at the priestess with an extremely unfriendly and annoyed look.

I don’t know if Riddle wants to keep this grudge and take revenge later.

In this regard.

The "priestess" didn't care.

Ian found a good excuse to change the subject.

"She is one of the active gods of this era. Didn't you see Priest Ryan kneeling there for half an hour?" The little wizard pointed at Priest Ryan who had completely lost his presence.

Priest Ryan also made some noises to show that he was not dead. However, Riddle did not look at him, as he was still a little dizzy.

"Oh, so that's how it is, it's just a god... well, no wonder." Riddle wanted to express disdain at first, but his dizzy head finally reacted halfway.

He changed his words with a stiff expression.

Subsequently.

She looked at the little wizard with an expression uglier than crying.

"When can we go back? Or can you take me back first? I'm kind of looking forward to Azkaban. Really, Professor Dumbledore will definitely give me the punishment I deserve."

Say something.

Perhaps what happened after arriving in this era was not only beyond the expectations of Ian, the young wizard, but also beyond the expectations of Tom Riddle, the sixteen-year-old Voldemort.

He had never been so sincere as he was now.

Compared to this era.

Hogwarts, Dumbledore, and even Azkaban all made him miss them too much. At least, there were no messy legendary wizards, gods, angels, or anything like that in that place.

I’m only sixteen years old!
Even if I am the Dark Lord's past! A part of Voldemort! That can't stand it! Pull my heyday self here, and the magic of the big melon must be forgotten in this place!
Damn the wild era!
Any guy pulled out of this kind of place would probably become a more qualified Dark Lord in the future - even this little wizard who was chasing after him seemed to be more adapted to this era than him!

"You don't want to take me back for trial, do you?"

It's no wonder that Riddle felt guilty. Looking at the little wizard in front of him, he couldn't help but think of the fact that this little wizard liked to feed other Voldemort souls to an evil phoenix.

This is not much inferior to Haierbo's operation.

If there is no way out.

Why would he come back and fall into the trap?

just now.

Riddle felt that he could only believe that Hogwarts' "love and kindness" education was still as effective as before.

(End of this chapter)