Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“Oh, is that how the Wizarding world sees me now?” Riddle shrugged it off, with a hint of self-satisfaction. “So, I eventually became a powerful Dark Wizard? Are people afraid of me? Do they dare not mention my name?”

It could be seen that fifteen-year-old Tom Riddle was very interested in these, this was probably his dream.

Madly worshiping purebloods and terrifying everyone.

It was a bit strange that he didn’t seem to know that Voldemort had accomplished this perfectly and become the Dark Lord that everyone feared. Or perhaps he had anticipated it, just hoping to hear it confirmed from Evan’s mouth in the end.

Evan didn’t answer Riddle’s question, nor did he want to.

If he hadn’t said that he wanted to talk to Dumbledore, Evan would have destroyed him long ago. That was the destination he deserved.

“I’ll give you three seconds. If you can’t end the magic on Professor Dumbledore, then I will do it!” said Evan, shaking Gryffindor’s sword in his hand.

“As you can see, I can’t do anything in my current state, but you can use that sword to destroy the gem on the ring,” said Riddle. “I’m telling the truth. It’s the stone that’s doing it. It has extremely special magic that lets people see their closest dead, immersed in their own sad memories, although I’m not quite sure why, but it’s amazing, isn’t it? Destroy that stone, and Dumbledore will wake up. But be careful not to touch the ring.”

“Is that your idea?” said Evan skeptically. “I would rather destroy you than destroy the Resurrection Stone!”

“Oh, this stone is the Resurrection Stone. I must have heard this name somewhere,” said Tom Riddle, somewhat surprised, staring at the black stone in deep thought, and then suddenly opened his eyes wide. “Stop it, stop waving that stupid sword around! The power on this stone is limited. We can wait for Dumbledore to recover. I estimate it will take about five minutes. During this time, you just need to stop him from touching the ring. That’s it.”

Evan hesitated for a moment, then lowered Gryffindor’s sword and stood in front of Dumbledore.

As he said, Riddle was just a shadow now and had no physical attack ability.

As long as he wasn’t bewitched by him or touched the ring, there would be no danger.

In that case, Evan could wait with him for five minutes.

“We can take this time to talk,” Riddle smiled slightly and complimented subtly. “What’s your name? Are you a student at Hogwarts? You have very strong power, almost comparable to mine. Are all young wizards this powerful now?”

Evan didn’t answer, he didn’t seem to care.

“You see, this used to be my mother’s home!” He looked around with interest. “The old house of the Gaunts should be hundreds of years old, but it is now in ruins, which shows that time has indeed passed. It has been a long time ago. What is the Wizarding world like now? Why did Dumbledore bring you here? Ah, this is a stupid question. You must have come to destroy me. Since you just said you have seen me before, does this mean you have seen other Horcruxes? Which one am I?”

As the first Horcrux, he had been placed in this cabinet when Voldemort was fifteen years old, and he knew nothing about what had happened afterwards.

He seemed to have a lot of questions he wanted answers to, but he got no response from Evan.

Evan had no obligation to give him answers, and he also believed that the less Riddle knew, the better.

But then again, the state of this Horcrux seemed a bit strange.

Evan and Dumbledore were indeed here to destroy him, but he seemed confident that he could convince Dumbledore not to do so.

Why he had such confidence was very unreasonable.

Looking at the handsome young man in front of him, Evan recalled the information he had about the fifteen-year-old Tom Riddle. The information he had just obtained from the Pensieve and Dumbledore’s account was the most specific, along with some of Evan’s own knowledge and experiences with Horcruxes.

From this information, it was clear that Tom Riddle during his school days was on the surface a very polite, handsome, and academically excellent student, beloved by professors, with many supporters. He was a student leader. But in reality, his character was eerie, arrogant, and he played with human nature as if it were a toy.

Dumbledore had been deceived by him before, and did not find much abnormality in him during this period.

He might not have been that evil back then, but the current Riddle already had his own life goal and was progressing step by step towards it.

Eventually, he became the perverted Voldemort everyone talked about with fear.

Evan had been in contact with the fragment of soul in the diary for almost half a year and had some understanding of him.

Everything clearly showed that sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle was already quite dangerous and his mind was twisted to the extreme.

The one before him, though a year younger than the soul fragment in the diary, was no better.

Think about it, he could kill his father and grandparents without hesitation, which was something a normal person could never do.

But there were still a few things that were a bit strange, and Evan would like to confirm them if possible.

“You are a bit different from the Horcruxes I’ve come into contact with before,” he said, looking at the mist-like Riddle in front of him.

“How much do you know about the magic of Horcruxes?” Riddle asked. “Like me at the time, you probably only learned about this term from books, right? Are you also fascinated by this magic? After all, it can conquer death. If you need it, I can help you. In fact, we can cooperate and work together…”

“Shut up, I’ll repeat it again, I know more than you think, and stop trying to bewitch me,” said Evan coldly, waving Gryffindor’s sword in his hand again. “And don’t ask me questions. You have to understand the current situation. I am the one asking questions here, and you need to answer me unconditionally. If you don’t answer or if I find your answer unsatisfactory and think you’re deceiving me, you know the consequences…”

“Of course, you have the final say here!” Riddle’s face quickly returned to a humble smile. “What questions do you have?”

“Well, are you Voldemort’s first Horcrux?” Evan asked, deciding to start from scratch. “How did he make you, killing his father and grandparents, and using it to split his soul?”

“Evil deeds can split the soul, murder is a good method,” said Riddle in a casual tone. “Of course, when I was split, I didn’t know this, nor did I know the correct spell to split the soul. It’s hard to find a book at Hogwarts that details Horcruxes, and Professor Dumbledore next to you made sure of that. I learned all this later from Professor Slughorn. By the way, you know Professor Slughorn, don’t you?”

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