Like a venomous snake, Tom Riddle was good at disguising himself.
Before revealing his true face, he was a handsome, well-behaved, and well-mannered student.
Perhaps there had never been a student as perfect as he was. He had all the qualities that one could imagine and envy.
He was so outstanding in all aspects that one could only admire but not be jealous of. He was a true God's favored one.
Who wouldn't like such a guy?
After gaining a favorable impression, they would naturally give him the greatest degree of trust, and provide him with the corresponding convenience and care.
This was human nature, and it was also what Riddle wanted to achieve, which was to bewitch people.
But sometimes, being too perfect was the biggest problem. A normal person would not be so perfect.
Especially when he was only a teenager and immature. He should be at the age where he had all kinds of shortcomings and mistakes.
Just like what Sirius said, fifteen-year-olds were fools.
It was easy to make mistakes because of impulsiveness and inexplicable reasons. This was normal and forgivable.
But to have no shortcomings at all was too scary. It was not normal at all.
No matter what the thoughts of those who were deceived by Riddle were, they would shiver after knowing his true face.
He was arrogant and conceited, full of misdeeds. His gorgeous appearance covered up his true and sinister side.
The darkness and gloom in his heart continued to accumulate until the most terrifying demon was born.
This was the growth path of the former Lord Voldemort. What difference would the fifteen-year-old soul vessel in front of him be?
One thing was certain. It was almost impossible for him to deceive Dumbledore. Before Riddle became the Lord Voldemort, Dumbledore had already been paying attention to him. Now that so many things had happened, it was needless to say.
Since he had restored Riddle's body, it meant that there was no problem with him, at least not yet.
Walking through the door, the space in front of them became brighter.
In the dim light, a magnificent and huge statue appeared in front of everyone. It was the statue of Salazar Slytherin.
Elwyn had seen this statue in Aragok's lair before. It was also left behind by Salazar himself, but the statue was badly damaged, as if it had been destroyed by the eight-eyed spider. This statue was well preserved, and its original appearance could be seen.
This was the middle-aged version of Slytherin. His expression was calm and collected, and he seemed more mature, as if everything was under his control.
Compared to the sharpness of his youth and the indifference of his old age, the middle-aged Slytherin was more reserved and mature.
There was a faint smile on his face, and the wand in his hand was pointed forward, exuding an unparalleled aura.
No one could stop it. Just a statue gave Elwyn such a feeling.
Even though the tip of the wand was hidden, Ivan had no doubt that the small wand would be able to cast a powerful spell.
The most eye-catching part of the statue was the locket on Slytherin's chest, which was carved from a huge emerald.
The emblem of the Slytherin Family emitted a faint light in the darkness. It also had a strong magical aura.
"My great ancestor!" Riddle said softly, raising his head to look at the statue with reverence. "I've only read about his greatness in ancient books or heard others talk about it. It's only here that I truly understand his greatness and what it means."
Whether it was Lord Voldemort or Riddle, being a descendant of Slytherin should be the proudest thing in his life.
Pure-blooded people were born noble, above others, and others should submit to them.
Elwyn had to admit that this way of thinking was very reasonable when applied to pets like cats or dogs.
Pure-blooded people could prove the value of pets, but it was pure nonsense when applied to humans.
"Slytherin himself would not want his descendant to become a dark wizard," said Elwyn, looking at Riddle. Iven said, looking at Riddle. "If he really left a message here, you should be able to see his hatred for black magic, especially soul armaments."
After a tense silence, Riddle lowered his head to look at Elwyn.
"I think you're right, Elwyn!" He said in a suitable tone, as if he was humbly accepting Elwyn's words. "At that time, I was too engrossed in exploring the true meaning of death and chose the wrong method. If I could find this place earlier, I definitely wouldn't have researched soul vessels. But that's all in the past. As for that twisted main soul, you can go ahead and destroy him. "
"You want us to destroy Lord Voldemort?" Hermione looked at him in surprise.
"Just as you said, he's very evil, isn't he?" Riddle replied with a smile. "And after doing so many terrible things, he should pay for them. I think destruction is the most suitable for him. Believe me, based on my understanding of him, there's no way he can be saved. The splitting of his soul has long turned him into a monster. "
"But …"
"Oh, Miss Granger, you're kind. You don't have to care about my feelings," said Riddle.
Although he had a smile on his face, these were really heartless and scary words.
Asking you to destroy a part of your soul, no matter how you looked at it, this kind of thing seemed very strange.
"If there's a chance, we'll do it," said Elwyn. "Maybe we'll even need your help."
"I'm willing to help!" Riddle said calmly, his eyes flashing with a strange light. "Alright, back to the topic. You should have realized that this statue isn't that simple, right?"
"It has a very strong magic …"
"Exactly. To be precise, it's the seal that my great ancestor left here," said Riddle. "The interior of this statue is filled with complicated magic patterns and formations. It will gather all the magic in the surroundings here. Each of these magic is very small, but when gathered together, it will form a powerful force. As long as we activate it, we have a chance to destroy the monster inside. It's very simple, isn't it? There's no complicated magic, just a simple crushing of power. "
So that's how it is. The scene that Elwyn saw in the Eight-Eyed Spider's lair should be the same.
Now that he thought about it, the plankton floating in the air should be a form of magic.
Because the seal was destroyed by the Eight-Eyed Spider, the magic inside dissipated into the air and wandered there.
When Elwyn touched the seal, the magic gathered again and destroyed the eyeball monster.
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