Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 200 199: God and Mission
Riddle's nerves were fragile and sensitive.

Full of inner drama.

However, the little wizard did not give a direct answer and even pretended not to hear it. This showed that Riddle's inner ups and downs were not just due to a paranoia attack.

Seeing Riddle's face full of doubt.

"We can talk about your matter after we deal with Helbo." Ian also tried to comfort Riddle with words. However, Riddle, who was an expert in this kind of trick, did not fall for it.

"I need you to swear an oath with magic! You must promise to bring me back to Hogwarts alive and well, so that I can stand trial by Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic!"

"You are just a student! You have no right to deal with me privately! This is against the law! It is against justice and morality!" It is hard to believe that one day I would hear such high-sounding words from Riddle's mouth.

There was no way, because he was really becoming more and more worried about the little wizard's credibility. Becoming bird feed and becoming a part of Herpo were not the ending Riddle wanted.

Compared with these two endings, being imprisoned in Azkaban can be considered a good one!

"Sorry, I have no justice or morality." Faced with Riddle's persistence, Ian stopped pretending and shook his head, indicating that he did not accept Riddle's proposal.

"..."

Riddle had never expected the young wizard to give him such a straightforward answer.

"I want to see Dumbledore! I have a secret to tell Dumbledore! It concerns the safety of the whole world!" Riddle had no choice but to put his weight on the line.

"Is it related to why you and the other remnant soul betrayed Voldemort?" Ian was able to guess Riddle's secret. He had learned some information from the other remnant soul before.

"Yes, that's right, that's why I fled to this era." Riddle did not deny it, but explained his act of stealing the time machine with a serious face.

"He has become a slave, a slave of the god of death, and has to complete a mission assigned to him by the god of death. This is definitely a crisis no less than that of Helbo."

“It will happen, in your time and mine.”

Speaking of it.

Riddle's expression became more serious. However, he still did not say what mission the god of death gave Voldemort, and why it led him and another remnant soul to betray.

This secret is probably the biggest bargaining chip in Riddle's hand.

In this regard.

Ian nodded noncommittally, turned his neck and looked in the direction of the "priestess", "You read his memory, I think you can also tell me what this secret he mentioned is?"

To be honest, Ian really didn't want to make any deal with Riddle. After all, if he agreed, wouldn't he be considered a guy who was in cahoots with the Dark Lord?
"There is no such information in his memory." Facing the little wizard's inquiry, the goddess who was cracking "nuts" shook her head and gave an answer that the little wizard was somewhat unexpected.

"You hid your memory?"

Ian looked at Zhongdel in surprise.

"How could I possibly have that ability?"

Riddle simply rolled his eyes.

"Yes, if he could deceive me, he would not have thought of asking you for help when facing the curse of Helbo." The "priestess" next to him also stood up for Riddle's "innocence".

He was mainly boasting about his strength which could not be affected by Riddle.

"Only when I am connected to that soul can I know the answer. Once the connection is broken, I will forget it immediately. However, the remnant soul that you and I killed can both realize that it is not the situation we want. It will inevitably lead to our eternal damnation. The only solution is to draw a clear line with the remnant soul that betrayed us."

Riddle's courage to use this kind of thing as a bargaining chip obviously had some considerations. Only by bringing him back to the future could Ian, Dumbledore and others use him to understand the situation of the mutated Voldemort.

"Maybe you can send me back first, so you don't have to worry about me doing any tricks." Riddle once again talked about his longing for Hogwarts.

He actually has his own ideas and calculations.

after all.

It was too difficult to survive in ancient times.

Returning to the future is the best choice for him. He is now a complete individual. Although he is Voldemort's past, he is only 16 years old. At this time, he has not yet carried so many sins. He can completely rely on his own ability to fight for the opportunity to "reform".

And even if you can't get it.

That would be more respectable than staying in the ancient times. In Riddle's opinion, he only had to pay for the death of Moaning Myrtle. The other deaths were all caused by Voldemort. What did they have to do with him, Tom Riddle? With this in mind, he certainly didn't want to stay here any longer.

"It seems that you really miss home."

Ian said in a teasing tone, he could clearly sense Riddle's emotions and thoughts. He never thought that even the famous Dark Lord would sometimes be unable to fit in with the environment.

"Compared to here, the future is simply heaven!" Riddle did not hide his discomfort with this era, not only because there were gods in this era but also evil legendary wizards.

"I have been lurking in the city. Can you believe that this is just an ordinary small shop that sells soul-stripping services? The souls of slaves are stripped and given to tireless puppets, so that the puppets can work non-stop for 24 hours. The owner of my shop sells this service at least 3,000 to 5,000 times a year."

"Compared to this kind of wizard, who am I? That shop owner is the real Dark Lord! The one who invented this kind of magic! He is the Dark Lord among Dark Lords!"

Perhaps Riddle wanted to clear himself, or perhaps he was truly amazed from the bottom of his heart. After all, he had gained some horizons and knowledge in the ancient time and space.

"You have to respect the development direction of different civilizations." Ian actually admired the creation of this kind of magic. Putting aside ethics and morals, it at least promoted productivity, didn't it?

"By the way, have you learned this kind of magic? I think you can use this as a bargaining chip to convince me. Don't get me wrong, I just think that only by understanding this kind of magic can we better prevent it from being used in places where it shouldn't be used. And if I don't study it, how can the world know how to prevent it?"

"The advancement of magic, as well as the prevention and cracking of black magic, requires sacrifices, and I am willing to sacrifice for the sake of development. Let me see when you can write down this magic for me to see."

Ian showed his curiosity about magic.

He has always believed it.

There is no bad magic in this world, only bad wizards. If this kind of magic is used on people who deserve it, it is a manifestation of civilization and fairness.

"..."

When Riddle saw Ian's eyes, his inner emotions were extremely complicated. He felt that he might understand why Voldemort was hated by everyone while Ian was doing so well in Hogwarts.

Voldemort, that is, himself, is too honest. He tells others everything he does. He knows that he is doing bad things and engaging in shameful operations and plots.

He is totally unlike the little wizard in front of him... He clearly wants to learn this extremely evil black magic, but he can still act righteous and show a critical learning attitude.

This shamelessness is really invincible!

"Swish, swish, swish~"

The sound of dictation was heard.

Of course Riddle had learned this magic secretly, so when faced with the little wizard's request, he remained silent and showed his utmost sincerity with his actions.

"Give."

After writing, Riddle handed the parchment to Ian.

After Ian took it.

He lifted it up and aimed it at the light source in the dungeon.

"This magic is indeed quite evil."

After Ian finished reading the knowledge given by Riddle, he took a look at the skills that lit up in an instant on his personal panel. He raised his wand and a cloud of black mist rose up, which gave Riddle a little shock to his talent in dark magic.

"How is it possible that you learn so fast!" Riddle was indeed stunned. He took several steps back vigilantly, as if he was afraid that Ian would use him as a training target.

"Because this magic is dark enough."

Ian gave an honest answer.

"what!?"

Riddle was confused.

The young wizard felt that Riddle didn't understand, so he explained sincerely, "My talent tree is a bit crooked. The darker the magic, the faster I learn it." "So from the speed at which I learn magic, I can judge what category this kind of magic should be thrown into. I remember when I realized this, it was probably more than a year ago. At that time, I was waiting for the first grade to start in Hogwart Village, and a good friend gave me a book "The Secret of Cutting-Edge Black Magic Revealed."

"My teacher also taught me how to eat big melons, and my life is now fulfilling." There was a hint of regret in his tone, as if he was reminiscing about the past.

"??????"

Riddle was completely numb after hearing this.

This was information he couldn't get from anyone else at school.

At this moment.

The young Dark Lord completely understood why the little wizard in front of him could live so comfortably in this era and even get involved with a god. It was because the other party was meant to live in this barbaric era.

Hogwarts?

It's really a waste of talent.

Riddle couldn't help feeling aggrieved and was very depressed. He couldn't understand how such a student could still be in Hogwarts. The little research he had done when he was in school was nothing compared to this little wizard!
"Well... you are really amazing..."

Riddle forced a smile that was uglier than crying.

He gave Ian a thumbs up from the bottom of his heart. At this moment, he thought of a conversation between him and Ian that he had overheard in Malfoy's body - only a madman can deal with a madman, Voldemort is a madman, so we must let a madman deal with a madman who is not completely dead.

When Riddle first heard this, he was very dismissive.

And now.

But he felt that maybe not all people in pure-blood families were fools.

"In fact, the person who invented this enslavement spell is truly amazing. It's a genius idea... I seem to have glimpsed the true origin of Dementors through this magic!"

"I never thought, Tom, that you could actually make a real contribution to Hogwarts. I think if I were given some time, Hogwarts would have its own Azkaban!"

"You, no, those remaining restless Death Eaters in your future life are blessed, because they can obtain eternal life." Ian's talent for the dark arts is obviously not limited to learning in seconds.

He can also draw inferences from one example.

From this kind of magic, we can see some future development directions.

"..."

Riddle heard the little wizard's excited speech.

He was silent for a long time.

"Could you please not be so evil... I'm sorry, I really can't get used to this feeling right now." Finally, when Riddle spoke, his tone was more sincere than ever before.

He is used to being the evil party.

I'm not used to thinking from the perspective of thinking that other people are evil. Just when Riddle racked his brains and couldn't figure out why such a little wizard could become Dumbledore's favorite.

"Just a reminder, you don't have much time left." After finishing the nuts in her hand, the "priestess" patted the residue on her hands and interrupted Ian very abruptly.

"What time is running out?"

Ian looked at Riddle.

"Doesn't he have seven days left to live?"

He studied the changes in Riddle's skin.

"You have seventeen hours."

The "priestess" gave a wrong answer.

Obviously, he cannot reveal too much due to some restrictions.

The little wizard reacted quickly.

"The end of Pompeii..."

When Ian thought about the prosperous city and the little girl who regarded him as a god being destroyed by this natural disaster, he actually felt a little upset.

The biggest difference between him and Riddle is that he is not cold-blooded. Simply reading about the relevant history in history books is far less than being deeply immersed in this history and feeling the tragedy.

"Since you know this, why can't you do something? This city worships you..." Ian couldn't help but look at the "priestess" who didn't care too much about the disaster.

"The fixed point in time cannot be changed, at least for us." After hearing this, the "priestess" just shook her head slightly, expressing that she was powerless to do anything about the impending disaster.

“What’s the point of offering sacrifices to God then?”

Riddle couldn't help but sneer.

The "priestess" glanced at him.

next moment.

The poor Dark Lord felt as if he was hit hard all over. He flew out like a kite with a broken string and hit the stone wall hard, causing serious injuries.

“That’s the point.”

She said this to Riddle in a cold voice, then turned to look at Ian again.

"Have you figured out how to deal with Helbo?"

The "priestess" seemed to be asking a question, but also seemed to be hinting at something.

"Ah."

Ian narrowed his eyes.

"You can't expect me to fight against a legendary wizard, a legendary wizard who has obtained the so-called angelic status, so you need to go with me to deal with Helbo."

Done.

There was a pause.

"This is an order."

He emphasized.

The contract on the back of his hand emerged.

In this regard.

The "priestess" was not angry.

"It's actually an order...there's nothing I can do about it." She also raised her hand to look at the contract that appeared on the back of her hand. Her tone was full of smiles, and she couldn't even suppress the upward curling of the corners of her mouth.

obviously.

This goddess is not so peaceful.

"Cough cough cough! That's so cruel!" Riddle, who was covering his chest and climbing up to wipe the corner of his mouth, saw this scene. The turmoil in his heart was far more violent than the beating of his injured heart.

"Did I see some secret that I shouldn't have seen?" He looked at Ian and the terrible god not far away, and couldn't help but feel worried about his own fate again.

The gods accept orders from mortals.

Is this something a sixteen-year-old Dark Lord like me can touch?

He said that there was something wrong with the little wizard Ian!
It must be something dirty!
(End of this chapter)