Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 272 The Child of Light

It turned out to be the case.

Tom finally realized that Voldemort had never intended to keep his promise from the beginning, and even if he had handed Harry over to Voldemort, his fate would not have changed.

He will still be eaten by Tom Riddle, becoming the vessel for the other's resurrection.

Countless memories flooded Tom's mind.

Along with them came the emotions and feelings from those memories.

Those gray emotions were like a terrible wave; they were cruel, selfish, and indifferent. He felt as if he were a ruthless predator, and people were just tools, servants, or enemies in his eyes.

While in the orphanage, he could hang other orphans' pets without any mercy, which made him feel superior to others and able to take away what was important to them at any time.

Once he started school, he cleverly learned another way. He began to wear a gentle mask and pretend to be a friend. He found that this made people lower their guard and made them easier to manipulate.

But whether talking or playing, he never felt any joy. Only magic and the power it represented could fill the void in his heart.

Tom felt suffocated. He clutched tightly the only memory he had of that short year. In the gray waves, that fleeting memory was like a shining pearl, radiating a faint light.

But at this moment, a gray wave swept across the land, and Riddle's memories had obscured that glimmer of light; his despicable life was drowning him.

He watched as Tom Riddle won everyone's favor with a fake smile.

He saw him ask Slughorn about the Horcruxes, and finally, he saw him open the secret chamber, luring out the Basilisk to kill Moaning Myrtle.

Those memories filled him with unbearable shame.

So this is Tom Riddle.

So, this is me.

And I am destined to become someone like Voldemort.

This must be my destiny; in the end, this year was nothing but a false life.

But at that moment, a voice rang in his mind.

Is this what you wanted, Tom?

He was suddenly startled. In the next instant, his memories began to enter another phase. He seemed to have become a diary, communicating with an unknown person...

That person said some very bizarre things, about the future, about war, about saviors and such...

He said, "Tom, go and become the savior."

He took over the person's body with curiosity, doubt, and the joy of impending resurrection.

Then, he saw...

A column of rocket smoke piercing the sky, a nuclear bomb like the Grim Reaper, a world in ruins, wizards clinging to life like ants and rats...

He saw an overwhelming swarm of aircraft, tanks covering the mountains and plains, and fire raining down from the sky.

He saw people's final struggles, he saw death, weeping, despair, and flowers blooming on the scorched earth.

He saw the boy struggling, crawling, having lost everything, yet still clinging to his last hope, opening his soul to him.

He heard the boy's name.

Lucas Brettson.

The Child of Light.

However, the next moment, he felt a personality awaken in his body.

"What nonsense!"

The indifferent soul glanced at those memories. "Fortunately, I left that place."

He sensed the other person's joy and relief, and then, countless dark things burst forth.

"The Philosopher's Stone, I will use the Philosopher's Stone to resurrect, and then slowly accumulate power. I need to learn from this experience and not declare war on Muggles immediately... Hmm, it would be best to get those Muggles' nuclear weapons. They are not that powerful in this era. If we let them wage a nuclear war, we can greatly weaken them and make them much easier to control..."

"Or we could infiltrate slowly, first ruling over wizards, then over Muggles..."

"Is this your plan?" he suddenly asked.

That other personality saw him and asked, "What are you?"

In the world of the soul, Tom Riddle is like a black mountain, while he is as weak as a seed.

Riddle quickly realized, "I lost my memory, attended school for a year? And stole the Philosopher's Stone? That's a brilliant plan, but how could I forget? But it doesn't matter, you're useless now."

Riddle opened his mouth wide and swallowed Tom whole.

Is this what you wanted, Tom?

Would you entrust your world to someone like this?

You have already experienced love.

You have already seen the light.

You have tasted despair, therefore you understand the greatness of hope.

Now, do you still want to close your eyes?

Professor Murphy's words seemed to echo in my ears again: "The conviction that comes after making a choice is the very essence of being human."

Now, it seems the time for a choice has come.

It is to close your eyes, let fate defeat you, and embark on the path to becoming a dark monster.

Or should we struggle one more time and embrace a different destiny?

A boy's sad yet devout face appeared before him.

Lucas.

So, that's your name.

You...believe in me...

You need me...

In that instant, he felt as if something heavy was pressing down on his shoulder.

But instead of making him feel heavy and tired, it suddenly cheered him up.

He remembered the prophecy again.

He had heard it from Professor Trelawney before, and now he heard it again in Lucas's memory.

He is a child born of death, his darkness stemming from the past. The 'Prophet' will bestow upon him boundless wisdom and leave a key in a secret chamber leading to him... He will unravel the mystery and see the future... He will be resurrected after death and embark on the destiny of a savior.

"Savior... So this is my destiny."

The tiny pearl suddenly burst forth with a light like the sun, piercing through endless, dark memories, then tearing them apart, dissolving them, and devouring them.

A completely new personality emerges from its cocoon and is reborn.

……

Hogwarts, Murphy breathed a sigh of relief.

The seeds were planted a year ago, and now he has finally seen them blossom and bear fruit.

Now it's up to you, Tom.

Let's begin to bring this long game to a close.

……

In the cemetery, Quirrell watched the struggling boy. A vast amount of magic surged up as if it had been released from its restraints, creating a whirlwind that made his clothes flutter loudly.

Is this the magic the master possessed in his youth?

So enormous and astonishing...

He was even a little worried that if Tom also came back to life, would his master no longer need him?

After a while, the magical fluctuations finally subsided, and Tom knelt on the ground as if exhausted, the notebook falling to his chest.

The black magic in that notebook has almost disappeared; everything in the notebook seems to have been transferred into the boy's body.

"Tom," Voldemort's voice called out.

The boy slowly stood up. He tilted his head back, his eyes closed, but his pupils were moving rapidly.

Suddenly, he lowered his head, opened his eyes, and bowed to Voldemort. "Lord Voldemort, I'm awake."

Voldemort was startled. He had thought it would take some effort to subdue this younger version of himself, but he hadn't expected him to be so sensible, which made him happy. "Get up, Tom. You are me too, and you will become my most trusted companion."

"You brought me the Philosopher's Stone and Harry Potter; I will be resurrected with you."

"Thank you, great Voldemort," Tom said. "My contribution is insignificant; it is all thanks to your foresight and wisdom in the past."

"However, although you have obtained the Philosopher's Stone, how do you concoct the elixir of immortality and the potion of resurrection? Have you obtained the recipes yet?"

"In fact, I also obtained the recipe for the elixir of immortality from Snape, but I am not familiar with the potion of resurrection..."

Chapter Two will be updated this afternoon.

(End of this chapter)