A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 135 Cooperation
Herb the Dastardly was a wizard from ancient Greece, one of the most powerful and influential dark wizards known in history, with many infamous discoveries.He was one of the first Parseltongues, the first wizard to breed basilisks, create horcruxes, and invent many evil curses.

Owen pulled him out to deceive Tom, just because his name was loud enough, and he was a known wizard who had made Horcruxes.

"Did something important happen at Hogwarts?" Tom just asked, without questioning the fact that Hai Erbo was still alive.He is very confident in the effect of the Horcrux, and it is reasonable for Hai Erbo to live on the Horcrux until now.

"It's nothing serious. What I mean is that Haierbo didn't come here as a normal person, but sneaked into the school in some weird way." Owen's eyes were full of interest and he was full of interest. Weaving a story in his mind, "He seems to be in a state of neither life nor death, and he is trying to be completely resurrected..."

"I want to find out what is going on with him now, and why he has been able to exist in this world for so long, so I searched a lot of historical materials about him, and finally found the term Horcrux. But all the books mention Horcrux just in passing. , keep it secret, so I want to ask you if you know, after all, in my eyes, you are very knowledgeable."

"Tom, I really didn't expect you to be... a Horcrux." Owen wrote with the sadness and anger of being betrayed by his best friend, "So you have been deceiving me for so long? I thought you would be me The closest friend..."

"I didn't lie to you, at most I just kept some important secrets that belong to me." Tom's handwriting slowly emerged, "Owen, didn't you also hide from me that you know black magic?"

"And, you really didn't mean to test me?" He wrote word by word.

"To be honest, there really isn't one," Owen wrote aggrievedly.He really didn't want to try, just to tease Tom. "As you said, you behave like those portraits that can be seen everywhere in the castle, at most with more extraordinary thoughts. Who would have thought that you are a Horcrux? I don't believe there is such a coincidence."

The handwriting he just wrote spun and disappeared, and an ink dot appeared on the page, showing Tom's restless heart.Could it be that Owen was really just asking casually, but he himself was a self-destruct truck?His whole diary is dying.

"As for my knowledge of black magic, I did hide it from you, but I was just worried that you would stop talking to me. After all, you looked like a well-behaved boy, and you were a prefect back then. I thought you would reject me. Black magic." Owen continued, "My concealment is innocuous, but your deception to me is fatal. Have you been thinking about how to harm me?"

"But haven't you never really opened your heart to me?" Tom asked evasively, "You've always been wary of me, I can feel it."

"How do you feel it? Is it because the vitality you absorbed from me is much less than you expected?" Owen narrowed his eyes, "Sure enough, you were playing tricks on me when I caught a cold. It seems that you are not satisfied In such a state of existence, do you want to truly come alive?"

"I admit that I did absorb a little bit of your vitality, and I am very sorry for that. But that was not my intention, but you communicated with me day after day, and you actively poured a part of it into your diary Heart and vitality." Seeing that this matter could no longer be concealed, Tom did not try to quibble, but replied sincerely.

"I don't really want to hurt you, because that won't bring me back to life, it will only put me in danger—I know you are a very smart and cautious person, and you will never let go of any abnormalities in yourself. Start to suspect that I am threatening your life, you will only think of ways to destroy me without hesitation, right?"

Owen nodded, that's right, it seems that Tom is sober.

Maybe it's because this diary Horcrux was created by Voldemort before he graduated, and its power is really weak.In the original plot, Tom controls Ginny's body to open the secret room to harm people time and time again, leaving too many loopholes.Anyone who is decisive and thoughtful will quickly think of the diary, and then find a way to dispose of it, such as handing it over to professors or asking parents for help.

Even if Tom persisted, instead of controlling people to open the secret room, but just silently absorbing vitality, he would be noticed one day.After all, in the original plot, it took him almost a year to devour Ginny's vitality before he finally completely controlled her.After such a long time, a person's body becomes weaker and weaker, and he will always try to find the reason.

It can only be said that this diary can achieve that level in the original plot because Ginny is too big-hearted and too used to him, and has been making wrong choices.Even if she did one thing right, Tom would not be able to continue jumping. Even if he used the ability to forcibly drag Owen into the diary just now, there would be great hidden dangers.

Owen looked down at the writing that continued to appear on the diary, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Actually, I have been trying to find a way to reach a cooperative relationship with you. After all, we hit it off so well...Of course, on the premise that the secret of the Horcrux is not leaked." Tom's font became beautiful again, which looked pleasing to the eye. , "But since you already know it now, and I have nothing to do with you, those things can be discussed."

"You think I will hurt you because you don't understand Horcruxes. Let's go back to the original topic and talk about what Horcruxes are." Letters floated smoothly on the page, "If you still want to believe In my case, we can talk face to face..."

"You're not going to continue to deal with me, are you?" Owen raised his eyebrows, silently entered the space facing the wall, and copied his own memory and stored it in the clone, just like he split his memory in the Forbidden Forest last year Did the same thing that time.

"Of course not, as I said, I really want to cooperate with you." Tom replied, "And I don't have much power, so I can't force you into my world for the second time, unless I I want to fall into a long sleep."

"Okay," Owen wrote.He told Melete not to worry later, and then saw the diary in front of him flipping through again.

One of the pages appeared to be transformed into a miniature TV screen, from which vivid scenes emerged.Owen moved closer to the small window and fell into the swirling light and shadow again.

It was no longer the vast dark space in front of him, but the familiar Hogwarts auditorium.There was no one around the four rows of empty long tables, the ceiling reflected the stars at night, and thousands of candles were suspended high.Although it was the auditorium 50 years ago, it is not much different from today.

"I'm glad you're still willing to trust me, Owen." Tom's deep and pleasant voice came from the side. He was still dressed in the same attire as before, with a charming smile on his handsome face.He sat to himself in a chair at the long Slytherin table, like a student arriving early for a party.

"Don't mind if I take some insurance." As soon as Owen came in, he released the Dark Demon Guard, letting it flutter around him, and even the surrounding air seemed to become cold and distorted.

"Of course, it's human nature," said Tom gracefully.He tilted his head to look at the ominous shadow, his eyes shone with admiration and fascination.

"It's a fascinating existence, isn't it?" he sighed softly.

"Indeed." Owen hugged the Dark Guardian like a suit in his arms, and sat on the chair opposite Tom with a bright smile, "I thought you could do this magic too."

"I haven't learned the Patronus Charm, and I don't meet the conditions for summoning the Dark Guardian. That's very harsh." Tom stroked the table with his right hand, and said slowly, "Although a skilled wizard can use powerful magic power to summon it forcibly, but that Much more complex and difficult than you can drive it so easily ... at your age, it's remarkable."

"We are really similar, Owen, whether it is our qualities or personalities, we even fearlessly explore the deepest and most fascinating forbidden areas of magic..." He looked at Owen with admiring eyes, " We are no different..."

"Really? Let's get back to the topic." Owen touched the top hat in his arms, with an elegant and gentle smile on his face.A gloomy chill seemed to invade the internal organs, but he, who had always hated the cold, did not reject this feeling.

"Okay, Horcrux..." Tom looked at him seriously, and put his fingertips on his chest. "You should know that this is a kind of magic created for immortality. Split your soul, Hide part of it in an object for long-term protection..."

"I think that's what all the books you've read should tell you." He said slowly.

"That's right." Owen nodded. "This kind of description is too brief, and it will help me to investigate Haierbo's purpose of coming to Hogwarts to a limited extent."

"Let me ask, why do you want to investigate Haierbo's purpose here?" Tom said softly, "That has nothing to do with you, just out of curiosity?"

"No, I have some grievances with him, but that's a long story." Owen said with a smile, "I'll tell you after you finish talking about the Horcrux."

"It seems that you are very eager to know the secret of the Horcrux." Tom smiled, looking more relaxed, "It turns out that I don't have any chips in my hand...Of course, I will tell you the truth that you want I know, this is my sincerity."

Owen asked with an unchanged expression: "Horcrux can really make you immortal?"

"There is no doubt that this is a great magic that can truly achieve immortality, and it is far superior to the Philosopher's Stone." Tom's eyes became a little fanatical, "After making a horcrux, your body will get a part of the horcrux This is a kind of black magic transformation. You will become able to absorb the vitality of other creatures to replenish yourself, which means that your body will not grow old and will always maintain the peak vitality."

"And as long as your Horcrux is not destroyed, even if your body is destroyed, you will not die. Because there is still a part of the soul left in this world, unharmed... This is immortality." He said slowly, his eyes It becomes dark and deep, "it will not weaken your strength, it will only make you more compatible with the black magic and become stronger and stronger... I think you who have completed the protection of the black magic should feel the same way."

"If you say that, it's really powerful." Owen raised his eyebrows, "But, aren't you afraid that the Horcrux will come back to life and have two selves appear in this world?"

Tom shook his head amusedly and said: "A Horcrux is just a Horcrux, it is impossible to truly come alive. It is a tool, an anchor of the soul, a means of resurrecting oneself..."

"When you are alive, the soul fragments in the horcrux will always be in a dormant state and will not be very active. Only when something happens to the main body, the remnant soul in the horcrux will wake up and start to find ways to absorb life force , gain a certain ability to act independently." He lightly tapped the table with his finger, "But the remnant soul cannot exist independently from the Horcrux it lives in, and this cannot be changed."

"After absorbing enough vitality, the soul fragments in the Horcrux will gain the ability to move freely in some unreal form, and will gradually restore all the memories of the main soul in the process, until they perceive the place where the main soul is located. position." Tom raised the corners of his lips slightly, "At this time, he will find the main soul, resurrect the main soul, and then return to its original state, and fall into a deep sleep again."

"So, something is wrong with your subject?" Owen said pretending not to know.

"This is obvious." Tom shrugged. "The main body will not die, but it must be in a state of extreme weakness. Finding him and resurrecting him is my purpose."

"But... are you willing to do this?" Owen stared at the other person's face, "To be swallowed up by your future self, to give up your freedom and right to life, and to entrust everything to another you?"

"I think you got one thing wrong, Owen. There can only be one self, and there will always be only one me." Tom looked at him deeply, "The making of a Horcrux is not to divide the soul into two halves, but to create the main soul. It's just a small part cut off. This insignificant part can't live on its own, and it doesn't essentially become another 'me'. There is only one of me."

"It's a very strange feeling. Even though the soul fragments in the Horcruxes have lost the connection with the main soul, they are always connected on a higher level and share the same cognition of self. I have the same temperament." He narrowed his eyes a little fascinatedly, "This means that the me in front of you is the future me, and there is no such thing as being swallowed—would you refuse to take back your own memory?"

Owen nodded thoughtfully, looking at Tom with a little disappointment.In this way, the person in front of him cannot be regarded as Tom who was not so paranoid and tyrannical 50 years ago, but Voldemort with incomplete memory.Thinking about it, Voldemort's main soul has become that cruel virtue, how can the more crippled remnant soul be better?
"It's a pity." He shook his head slightly.He actually admired Little Tom in the diary, but judging from the current situation, most of what this guy showed was probably a disguise.

"Hey, haven't I been playing him too?" Owen laughed dumbly, "It's really a dating game full of deceit and deceit from the beginning."

Tom looked at his expression, but mistakenly thought that Owen didn't understand what he said.He suddenly smiled and leaned down slightly, his hoarse voice was charmingly seductive: "Just listen to my description, it may be difficult for you to understand. If you are really curious, why don't you try it? This is a It's an easy job, just a simple murder and a few spells..."

"Oh, stop talking, I'm about to be tempted." Owen showed a bright smile, "It's really a way to live forever without any side effects." His expression suddenly became serious: "But really Are there no side effects?"

Putting aside Voldemort's virtue of becoming tyrannical to the point of losing his mind, let's just assume that he split his soul too many times.Owen learned from the original book that Voldemort's remnant soul may be trapped in the blurred illusion between life and death forever. His soul can't feel pain and incompleteness when he is alive, but he can only be trapped in the white world after death. The misty world trembles and weeps in agony all day long.

Choosing to use Horcruxes to pursue eternal life may mean giving up the qualification to die.Once you really die, you will fall into hell forever, and you will never be able to escape.

"I don't think it's a wise choice to split the soul, Tom." Owen said slowly.Although he also imagined immortality, he was not afraid of death, and even wondered what a great adventure death was.Most importantly, he will never cut off his retreat.

"Sensible?" Tom tilted his head and looked at him, "Do you think you are wiser than me?" He glanced at Owen's dark demon guard, with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth: "How much better are you than me? Killing your own patron saint with your own hands, irreversibly alienating and distorting a part of your personality and self... As I said, we are the same, Owen, we are like-minded."

Owen said with a smile, "Maybe." Oh, his hands were itchy suddenly, and he really wanted to beat Voldemort to relieve the pressure.

The two ended the topic tacitly, and began to chat about the next cooperation.

"You need to absorb vitality, but it doesn't have to be me." Owen stood up and stretched his body.

"That's right, it can be anyone else, or a magical animal." Tom said lightly, "Horcrux itself has the ability to absorb life force. It is far more beneficial to me to cooperate with you than to hurt you."

"In exchange, you will do your best to answer my confusion about my study, and give me pertinent suggestions to help me catch..." Owen paused slightly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened, "Helbo. "

Tom nodded slightly: "Tell me about the matter between you and Hai Erbo."

"Oh——then we have to start from last year." Owen blinked mischievously.

(End of this chapter)