Marvel: I'm Hermione, from Hogwarts!

"Thank you, Hermione, thank you so much..."

Hermione smiled slightly, said nothing, and began to think secretly in her heart.

However, before that, she still needed to comfort Ginny, so that the little girl would not cause any more trouble.

"Ginny, you go back and rest first. Remember, don't mention this to anyone, understand?" Hermione warned.

Ginny nodded and left obediently.

After Ginny left, Hermione picked up the diary on the table and gently opened it.

Originally, according to her plan, she wanted to let Harry continue to lead the way and attract fire, while she would quietly make a fortune in the back.

But Ginny's move was a little beyond her expectations.

As Hermione was thinking, the magic book in her mind suddenly responded.

【Wonderful Object】

【Horcrux (Tom Marvolo Riddle)】

[One of Voldemort's Horcruxes, containing a fragment of Voldemort's soul when he was sixteen years old, and possesses the power to bewitch people]

Hermione was a little surprised.

How could this thing be identified as a rare object?

At this moment, a line of ink handwriting slowly appeared on the blank page of the diary.

"Hello, Hermione Granger."

Then, a strange thought flooded into Hermione's brain. This thought seemed to have some kind of magic that could affect people's minds and make people do what it meant unconsciously.

If it were any other wizard, they would have been fooled long ago and would have obediently followed the instructions in the diary.

However, Hermione was not bewitched.

Her brain-occlumency skills have reached a high level, far beyond Ginny's reach.

With the remaining power of the diary, it was impossible to break through her mental defense.

"Stop playing tricks and come out, Voldemort." Hermione said lightly.

The handwriting in the diary paused for a moment, as if a little surprised.

"How did you know?"

A voice came from the diary, with a hint of coldness and doubt.

"Do you think you're the only one who plays word games?"

Hermione smiled contemptuously, and a few words composed of magic slowly appeared in the air.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle".

Then, the letters in the air began to rotate rapidly and reorganized, finally freezing into another sentence.

"I am Lord Voldemort."

"Ginny is right. You are indeed very smart." Tom's voice sounded again, with a hint of surprise that could not be concealed. "She mentioned you to me. She said that you defeated Quirrell and that you are a magical genius who is no less talented than me."

Hermione raised her eyebrows and said noncommittally: "Stop talking nonsense, just tell me what your purpose is."

"My purpose is simple." Tom's voice became low and full of temptation. "I want to restore my body, inherit Slytherin's legacy, and eliminate those wizards with impure blood. If you are willing to assist me, I can consider letting you go."

"Hahahaha..." Hermione couldn't help laughing out loud, her laughter full of sarcasm, "As a prisoner, what qualifications do you have to negotiate with me?"

As her mind moved, an invisible force instantly acted on the diary.

Chapter 102: Give a slap and a sweet date

"what--!"

Tom uttered a shrill cry.

The diary was shaking violently, as if it was enduring great torture.

From the moment this diary was identified as a "strange object" by the magic book and analyzed, Hermione had gained absolute control over it.

In other words, Tom Riddle's soul fragment is now completely in Hermione's hands, with no possibility of resistance.

She can roll it into a ball or flatten it, and sometimes make it into a V-shape or sometimes into a straight line.

Not to mention torturing him, even a single thought could completely annihilate his soul.

"You, you lowly Mudblood...what have you done to me?!"

Tom's voice was broken and filled with uncontrollable fear.

He could clearly feel that his soul was being torn and crushed by an irresistible force. The pain was more terrible than death.

"It seems you are determined to get through with this beating."

Hermione said helplessly.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

With a thought, the diary's screams became even more miserable.

She flipped through the diary in her hands as if she were looking at an interesting toy.

Which good person writes a diary?

"Stop... stop! I... I give up..."

I'm already honest, please let me go.

There was a plea for mercy in Tom's voice. He never thought that he would end up in such a situation.

Once upon a time, he was the best student in Hogwarts, the most promising heir of Slytherin, and destined to become the greatest dark wizard in the future.

But now, he was like an ant, being played around by a girl, without any power to resist.

"Tom Riddle...forget it, I'll just call you Voldemort. You want to have a body, right?" Hermione asked suddenly.

Xiao Fu's weak voice sounded: "Yes."

"As long as I can successfully bewitch one person, I... I can absorb soul power from him... When the power is sufficient, I can manifest myself, and even have a physical body and use magic..."

Xiao Fu's voice was intermittent.

Hermione's heart moved.

Soul power?

She remembered that in the original plot, Voldemort was able to appear by bewitching Ginny and absorbing her life force.

It seems that the reason why this diary is so special is that it is Voldemort's first Horcrux. The soul has been split more times, making the soul fragments in the diary have clear self-will, which is completely different from other Horcruxes.

"But," Hermione changed the subject, "Have you ever thought about what would happen to your original body if you really succeeded in recovering your body and ruling the wizarding world? Between the two of you, who would listen to whom?"

Xiao Fu is stuck.

He never thought about it.

In other words, he subconsciously avoided the question.

Voldemort was extremely conceited and would not allow anyone to challenge his authority.

At the same time, he cherishes his life extremely and splits his soul to create Horcruxes in order to pursue eternal life.

If one day, the self in the diary possesses complete power, even stronger than the real self...

What will the other party do?

"It seems you haven't thought about it." There was a hint of mockery in Hermione's voice, "Then let me ask you, based on your understanding of yourself, would you tolerate another self who shares everything with you?"

Xiao Fu continued to remain silent.

Of course he won't!

He couldn't accept even just sharing a portion of the power, let alone dividing everything equally.

"I'm afraid that by then, your true self would rather destroy you as a Horcrux than allow you to continue to exist." Hermione's voice was like the whisper of a devil, echoing in the depths of Voldemort's soul. "After all, to him, you are just a tool, a tool to ensure his eternal life."

"And tools don't need to have self-awareness."

Although Tom didn't say anything, the diary trembled violently, showing his extreme inner unrest.

"So," Hermione's voice became soft and seductive, "if you want to continue to exist, there is only one way."

"What method?" Tom's voice was filled with anxiety.

"Kill your original body and replace it." Hermione's voice was calm and cold. "There can only be one Voldemort in the world, and that is you."

"You..." Xiao Fu's voice was full of shock.

"You have to prioritize and know what is most important at the moment."

"Do you want to continue to fight me to the end with your boring bloodline prejudice, or give up everything and pursue power?"

"Power is the only truth in the world." Hermione continued, with a hint of temptation in her tone, "When you have strong enough power, everything you say is right."

"Just like now," Hermione said calmly, "My power is unmatched to you. Therefore, everything I say is right."

"Has your noble half wizard blood played any role?"

Xiao Fu was completely silent.

He had to admit, Hermione was right.

In this world, power is the only truth.

Bloodline and origin are meaningless in the face of absolute power.

Xiao Fu laughed at himself and said, "I am just a remnant soul now. I don't even have a body. What kind of power can I talk about?"

Hermione's voice was full of confidence, "With my help, anything is possible."

"you?"

There was a hint of doubt in Xiao Fu's voice.

"I admit that you are a genius with amazing means, but my true form...he is the Dark Lord. Even if he is just a remnant soul now, as long as he is given time, he will come back sooner or later. You cannot defeat him."

"I have my reservations about that," Hermione chuckled, "and who says I want to go to war with him?"

"It's you who has to deal with him."

As Hermione spoke, her mind moved, and a stream of pure soul energy surged out of the magic book and slowly poured into the diary.

Hermione had not used the remaining soul energy after she reached the fourth level of magic power, as it was still far from 500,000 anyway.

Now, it’s just right to use a little bit to “feed” Xiaofu.

With the infusion of soul energy, a faint glow began to appear on the diary.

Then, a blurry figure slowly emerged from the diary.

"This..." Xiao Fu looked down at his body with a shocked expression.

Looking at the young, handsome, clear-minded and mentally intact Tom Riddle in front of her, Hermione seriously doubted whether Voldemort had split his soul according to a dichotomy.

Each time half of the soul is cut off, resulting in the body's mental state becoming more and more insane as the more Horcruxes there are.

On the contrary, Xiao Fu in the diary looks like the most normal one.

"Well, do you believe in my ability now?" Hermione asked calmly.

Giving a slap in the face and then giving a sweet date never goes out of style.

Xiao Fu took a deep breath and just wanted to curse in his heart.

Damn, you can help people replenish their soul energy, why didn’t you tell me earlier!

If I had told you earlier, I would have surrendered long ago. Who would have suffered that torture in vain?

Blanch!

Chapter 103 The Inescapable Curse

"I admit that your ability is beyond my imagination."

V looked at Hermione with confusion on his face.