The mastermind behind Hogwarts

"I!…"

Tom wanted to say no, but the temptation of the crown was too great.

Ravenclaw's crown!

Tom's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Oh, not for the sake of stealing Ravenclaw's wisdom—I've never coveted that stuff, the great Voldemort has never lacked wisdom! I'm after myself within the crown!"

Tom roared inwardly.

The fragments of a soul that are split apart due to the Killing Curse always have some special connection.

Another fragment of the soul within the crown is beckoning to Tom!

Tom already sensed it.

That touch from the soul was just like a hungry person smelling the aroma of roasted meat!

"I need to have him."

Tom's eyes blazed with unparalleled determination; with that fragment of the soul, he was confident he could escape from the notebook.

"Don't try to play tricks on me."

Moriarty chuckled softly, shattering Tom's illusion.

"Just follow my instructions, and maybe I can let you live in this world again as Riddle."

Moriarty picked up the crown, and Tom suddenly felt like he was no longer the other person he once was.

"Don't even think about making me do anything for you!"

Tom gritted his teeth.

"The great Voldemort never gives up."

"You see, this is the difference between us." Moriarty casually toyed with the crown.

The five fingers move nimbly to prevent the crown's sharp point from piercing the skin.

"You never understand win-win cooperation; all you know is violence and oppression."

"Then I won't talk to you anymore, I'll just take control of you directly."

Moriarty set down his crown with a click and casually grabbed his notebook.

"Sigh, your uncle was planning to introduce you to someone after you were resurrected. Sigh, looks like it's not necessary. That girl was pretty good. Tsk, forget it, let's destroy her."

Moriarty was about to tear up the notebook when he said that.

He wasn't just bluffing at Tom; his hands were covered in a layer of black flame.

Tom felt a burning heat emanating from it; the mere scent of it was enough to scorch his soul.

"stop--"

Tom finally couldn't hold back and shouted.

"You can't destroy me, I..."

But Moriarty didn't give Tom a chance to speak. "Of course I can destroy you. Do you think what's strong against others is strong against me? I have too many ways to destroy you, just like the hordes of goblins."

"No, no, no, stop!" Tom said慌张地, "I said stop, okay?"

"But you don't want to listen to me."

"Ha!" Tom huffed angrily, "Between listening to you and being destroyed, do you think I'd destroy the latter? I'm not that big oaf Hagrid."

"Unfortunately, you'll become even less intelligent than Hagrid in the future. But you've made the right choice now."

Moriarty put down the notebook and placed it back on the table.

"In a moment, I will throw your and Voldemort's fifth soul fragment into my brain dimension. Your life or death will be up to you."

"Soul Fragment #5?" Tom was overjoyed. "How many more are there? How many Horcruxes have I made? Am I really that good?"

"Haha, I hope you won't be angered by that soul fragment's stupidity."

Moriarty was amused by Tom's naiveté.

"You keep saying you're Voldemort, but remember this: Tom Riddle is Voldemort, and Voldemort is not Tom Riddle."

"Alright, I'll take you inside."

Moriarty closed his eyes and used the Alchemy Matrix to construct a mental space, which is also a type of brain dimension space.

Merlin used this same technique to seal Dracula, except his mental space was much larger than Moriarty's.

Originally, Moriarty only knew alchemical matrices, but through continuous development, he also learned about the brain dimension space.

Tom in the notebook was controlled by Moriarty and drawn into the mental space.

It was pitch black, but Tom was unaffected; he was made of soul and filled with anticipation.

"Come on, me from fifty years in the future! I don't know why you were captured, but if I devour you, I'm confident I can escape from here!"

Tom thought angrily, and the first thing he did when he rushed out was to take over Moriarty's body.

Not long after, Moriarty brought in the fifth fragment of the soul.

A bit of trouble did occur during this time; the magic level of Soul Fragment No. 5 was far superior to Tom's, wasting a lot of Moriarty's time and mental energy.

"Let's begin."

With a cold remark, Moriarty withdrew from the mental space.

"Tom, don't let your uncle down."

Moriarty, with his eyes closed, curled a cold smile at the corner of his mouth.

In terms of strength, Tom is no match for Soul Fragment #5.

Moriarty, however, firmly believed that Tom would win.

Tom can kill Soul Shard #5.

The night passed by, minute by minute.

The dormitory was completely silent.

The intensity of the battle was evident from Moriarty's frequent frowns.

Maintaining the mental space requires Moriarty's immense mental strength, and his soul is far stronger than that of ordinary people, making him unafraid of being devoured.

Forty minutes later, Tom said hoarsely to Moriarty, "Come in."

"brush."

Moriarty opened his eyes.

In the mental space, Tom lay on the ground without any regard for his image.

There is no trace of Soul Fragment #5 here.

"Congratulations, you've won and earned a chance to be resurrected."

Moriarty transformed into a bubble and flew to Tom.

Tom has grown a little taller, his hair has grown longer, and he looks much more mature overall, like he's grown 3 to 5 years older.

"Thank you, but I'm not happy at all."

Tom's gaze sharpened as he stared directly at Moriarty.

"I've fallen into your hands, huh? Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

"Your first task is to defeat Voldemort's main soul. I will allow you to devour it."

"good!"

Tom leaped to his feet, a ferocious glint flashing across his handsome, fair face.

"Voldemort's soul doesn't deserve to live in this world! He tarnished my ideals! He tore my blood and soul into seven pieces! And threw them into the mud!"

The veins on Tom's neck bulged out like black snakes.

"That idiot Fragment Number 5 actually told me he was going to kill all the Mudbloods who opposed him!"

"But he doesn't even consider," Tom excitedly stretched out a hand, gesturing wildly, "how many Muggles are there in this tiny place called Great Britain? How many wizards are there!"

He's wiped out all the Mudbloods and Muggles, so who will highlight the wizard's status? If only wizards are left, who will highlight my status?

"What an idiot! What a complete waste! He actually got killed by his own killing curse rebounding off!"

"I've lost all face and intelligence! My mind is filled only with violence, anger, and killing! Robbers! These are robbers!"

"I know so much dark magic, I thought he knew more than me! But? You know what? He's become a useless piece of trash who only knows the Killing Curse, the Crucifixion Curse, and the Imperius Curse! A spineless coward! Even Rubeus Hagrid is better than him!"

"I can't believe it! He split his soul into seven pieces! Eight pieces if you include the main soul! He diluted and fragmented the Slytherin bloodline!"

"He actually made my nose disappear! Damn it! My handsome, straight nose!"

"Traditional magical transformations have always involved adding something to one's body, but he went and made his nose disappear!!!"

"Isn't this just a failed transformation? My history of magic is excellent; I remember it clearly: every wizard who failed at transformation ended up with a crippled, useless body!"

"It's laughable that he still has this defeated body and keeps talking about Slytherin. He's insulting Voldemort's name! And he's insulting me!"

Tom was furious and spewed venom like a viper, all his anger directed at Voldemort.

"I don't need you to repeat the stupid things Voldemort did."

Moriarty spoke up, "I warned you long ago that you are Voldemort, but Voldemort is no longer you."

"call…"

Tom took a deep breath. "You're really willing to let me out like this? Without making an unbreakable vow?"

"Can an unbreakable vow be applied to the soul?" Moriarty countered.

Tom, who absorbed a soul fragment, is indeed different; now he's testing the waters.

"Haha," Tom laughed slyly, "I believe you have similar magic, and that you can use it to target souls."

"I should be the one asking that question. Let me see what kind of magic you've learned since leaving Hogwarts."

Tom, who has consumed Soul Fragment #5, now possesses a portion of Voldemort's memories.

The fragments of soul within the crown represent Voldemort's return to Hogwarts to apply for the Defense Against the Dark Arts position, marking Voldemort's last normal period.

Even so, Tom still gave Voldemort a thorough dressing-down, showing that Voldemort had gone to an extreme.

Tom shook his head and said no.

"Fine, you don't, but I do." Moriarty's tone suddenly turned icy.

"While you're cursing your future self fifty years from now, I've already planted a curse in you. If you disobey my orders, you'll automatically explode."

Tom's face changed drastically. "What? Impossible! I was at my angrier that moment. How could you have cast a curse on me without me noticing?"

Emotions play an undeniable role in magic, and Tom has conducted profound research in this area. Part of the reason he cursed Voldemort earlier was out of caution against Moriarty.

"You mean emotions?"

Moriarty sneered and exited the space.

But Tom sensed a chilling murderous intent.

It made him tremble involuntarily.

"Moriarty's emotional manipulation is far superior to mine!"

Tom lost consciousness as soon as he realized this.

When he woke up again, he found himself immersed in a round water sphere.

"Get used to it; until you get your body back, the water is your new body."

"Bang bang bang!"

Moriarty picked up the water balloon and started bouncing it like a basketball.

(Thanks to He Jiajun for the donation! Brother Jiajun has become the first Grandmaster in this book! Congratulations to Jiajun on becoming a Grandmaster! According to the bonus chapter rules, there will be 7 bonus chapters! Bonus chapters will begin tonight.)

(We've been writing this book since around this time last year, and finally, we've reached our first Grandmaster! For Ah Hong, a newcomer, there's a mix of gratitude and joy. With a Grandmaster, how far away can a League Master be? Hehe, looking forward to it! But mostly, I'm filled with emotion, thank you to everyone who's followed us this far! It would be even better if I could share this with other readers. Enough said, back to writing.)