"Stop, stop, stop!" Tom Riddle shouted, waving his hands and looking at Elwyn angrily. "Damn it, you little devil. Can't you put down that stupid Gryffindor sword and talk to me properly?"
"I don't see any point in talking to the most dangerous Dark Wizard in history," Elwyn said cautiously.
"Oh, is this how the world of magic thinks of me now?" Riddle did not care. Instead, he felt a little smug. "So, I will become a powerful Dark Wizard in the future? Is everyone afraid of me? Are they afraid to mention my name? "
It was obvious that the fifteen-year-old Tom Riddle was very interested in these things. This was probably his dream.
He worshipped the pure-blooded bloodline crazily and made everyone afraid.
It was a little strange. He did not seem to know that Lord Voldemort had done this perfectly and become the Dark Lord that everyone feared.
Perhaps he had already expected it, but wanted to hear it from Elwyn himself.
Elwyn did not answer Riddle's question. He did not want to answer.
If he did not say that he wanted to talk to Dumbledore, Elwyn would have destroyed him long ago. That was the place he deserved.
"I'll give you three more seconds. If you can't stop the magic on Professor Dumbledore, then I'll do it!" Elwyn said, waving the Gryffindor 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 jewel on the ring," Riddle said. Riddle said, "I'm telling the truth. It's the stone that's working. It has an extremely special magic that allows people to see their most intimate dead and immerse themselves in their own sad memories. Although I'm not quite sure why, it's amazing, isn't it? Destroy the stone and Dumbledore will wake up. But be careful, don't touch the ring. "
"This is your idea?" Elwyn said disapprovingly. "Compared to destroying the Resurrection Stone, I'm more inclined to destroy you!"
"Oh, this stone is the Resurrection Stone. I must have heard of this name somewhere." Tom Riddle said in surprise. He stared at the black stone, lost in thought, and then suddenly opened his eyes wide. "Stop! Stop waving that stupid sword! The power on this stone is limited. We can wait for Dumbledore to recover. I think it will take about five minutes. During this time, you just need to stop him from touching the ring. "
Elwyn hesitated for a moment, then put down Gryffindor's sword and stood in front of Dumbledore.
Just as he said, Riddle was only a phantom and had no physical attack ability.
As long as one didn't get bewitched by him or touch the ring, there wouldn't be any danger.
In that case, Elwyn could accompany him for five minutes.
"We can use this time to talk." Riddle smiled and subtly flattered. "What's your name? Are you a student of Hogwarts? You have great power, almost as strong as me. Are the little wizards nowadays so powerful? "
Elwyn didn't answer. He didn't seem to care.
"You see, this used to be my mother's house!" He looked around with interest. "The old house of the Gunter Family. It should be a few hundred years old, but it's now in ruins. This means that a long time has passed. What's the world of magic like now? Why did Dumbledore bring you here? Ah, this is a stupid question. You must be here to destroy me. Since you said you saw me before, does this mean that you saw other soul tools? Which one am I? "
As the first soul tool, it was placed in this cabinet when Lord Voldemort was fifteen. He didn't know what happened after that.
He seemed to have many questions that he wanted to clarify, but he didn't get a response from Elwyn.
Elwyn didn't have the obligation to answer him. He also thought that the less Riddle knew, the better.
But then again, this soul tool seemed to be in a strange state.
Elwyn and Dumbledore did come here to destroy him, but he seemed confident that he could convince Dumbledore not to do so.
Why did he have such confidence? It didn't make sense.
Looking at the handsome youth in front of him, Elwyn recalled the information he had on the fifteen-year-old Tom Riddle. The information he had just obtained from the meditation basin and Dumbledore was the most detailed. There were also some things that Elwyn knew himself and his experience with soul tools.
From this information, it could be seen that during his student days, Tom Riddle was a very polite, handsome, and excellent student. He was well-liked by the professors, had many supporters, and was a student leader. But in reality, he had a strange personality. He was arrogant and played with human nature as he pleased.
Dumbledore had been deceived by him before, so he didn't notice much of his abnormality at this time.
Perhaps he wasn't that evil, but the current Riddle already had his own goal in life and was moving towards it step by step.
In the end, he became the Lord Voldemort that everyone changed color at the mention of.
Elwyn had been in contact with the soul fragment in the diary for more than half a year, so he had a certain understanding of him.
Everything clearly showed that the sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle was very dangerous, and his thoughts were twisted to the extreme.
The one in front of him was a year younger than the soul fragment in the diary, but he wasn't much better off.
Think about it, he could kill his own father and grandparents without hesitation. How could a normal person do that?
However, there were still a few things that were a little strange. If possible, Elwyn wanted to confirm them.
"You're a little different from the soul vessels 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 soul vessels?" Riddle asked in return. "Like me back then, you probably only learned about it from books? 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 work together, together … "
"Shut up, I repeat, I know more than you think, and don't try to trick me again!" Elwyn said coldly, waving the Gryffindor sword in his hand. "Also, don't ask me questions. You have to understand the current situation. I'm the one asking you questions, and you have to answer me unconditionally. If you don't answer or if I'm not satisfied with your answer, I'll think that you're lying to me. You know the consequences …"
"Of course, you're in charge here!" Riddle's face quickly returned to a humble smile. "What questions do you have?"
"Hmm, you're the first soul vessel of the Lord Voldemort?" Elwyn asked, deciding to start from the beginning. "How did he make you? Kill your own father and grandparents, and use it to split your own soul?"
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