Just like the Godfather, Riddle's control over the school was enough for him to hide in the dark and carry out his reign of terror.
If he had entered the Ministry of Magic after graduation, he would definitely have become a minister or even a dictator.
Elwyn felt that the Lord Voldemort at that time would have been much more terrifying than he was now.
Fortunately, the Lord Voldemort was not interested in becoming a godfather or dictator. Power, which almost all of Slytherin's students valued, was not his main goal. It was just a means for him to achieve a more purely evil goal.
He did not care about the position of minister in the Ministry of Magic, and instead let his clever Death Eaters fight for the position.
From the diary of the fifteen-year-old Riddle, it could be learned that the Lord Voldemort's initial dream was to let his name and existence be known and feared by everyone.
To put it simply, he was a man who aspired to become a demon king, and he succeeded in the end. He became the most terrifying The Dark Lord in history.
This might have something to do with his humble background and his desire to stand out. Dumbledore had shown them the relevant memories before, and the young Riddle thought that he was different from the others. However, that was a long time ago, before he came into contact with so many evil black magic.
As for now, Elwyn guessed that he hoped to escape death, achieve immortality, and become an eternal existence beyond this world.
In this regard, making "soul vessels" used to be his main means, but it was far less than what the Evil God could give him.
As expected, the young Tom Riddle in the room rejected Slughorn's good intentions.
"I don't know if politics is suitable for me, Professor!" he said. "First of all, I have no background..."
Hearing his words, the two boys beside him looked at each other and smiled. Perhaps they already knew about Riddle's illustrious ancestor.
Just like what had just been said, Riddle's most pressing thought at this time was to stand out and become a dark Magus that everyone would be afraid of. The title of Slythrin's descendant would help him gain a lot of points. At the very least, it could help him gain the recognition of those ancient pure-blood Wizard families.
"What, Tom!" Slughorn said heartily and picked up another piece of candied pineapple. "With your talent, you must come from a respectable family of wizards. I can prove it for you without any investigation or verification. You've got a bright future ahead of you, Tom. I never missed a pupil. "
At that moment, the little golden clock on Slughorn's desk struck eleven.
"Oh my god, it's time already? Time to go, boys, or we'll be in trouble. Lestrange, hand in your paper tomorrow, or you'll be locked up. You too, Avery. "
As the boys filed out, Slughorn climbed out of his chair and carried his empty glass to the table.
A movement behind him made him look round. Riddle was still standing there.
"Hurry up, Tom. You don't want to be caught outside when it's lights-out, do you? You're a captain …"
"Professor, I want to ask you something."
"Then quickly ask, child, quickly ask …"
"Professor, I want to ask if you know about … soul armaments."
There was a moment of silence. Slughorn stared at him in slight surprise, his chubby fingers absent-mindedly stroking the foot of his glass.
"Defense Against Dark Magic, is it?" he asked deliberately, but obviously, he knew it was not a school assignment.
No Hogwarts of any age would ever mention soul armaments in Defense Against Dark Magic. It was absolutely forbidden.
"No, Professor, I read about magic in a book. I don't really understand it," said Riddle.
"Well, yes, of course you don't. It's hard to find a book on soul armaments in Hogwarts. Tom, it's a very evil thing, very evil," said Slughorn. "Evil beyond the ordinary sense. Most wizards don't know about it. In fact, I'm sure most wizards haven't even heard of the word, let alone understand it. "
"But you obviously know about it, Professor? I mean, a great wizard like you, I'm sorry, I mean, if you can't tell me, obviously … I only know that if anyone can tell me, it's you, so I plucked up the courage to ask. "
Just right, the hesitant, casual tone, the clever compliment, not at all overboard.
It was obvious that Riddle wanted this information very, very much. Maybe he had been planning for this moment for weeks.
The Dark Lord, no, the current Riddle was a good student who was curious about the magic of soul armaments.
Talented, with a foreseeable bright future, clever compliments, perfect timing, Slughorn would not refuse such a student's question, even if it had something to do with evil soul armaments. But what did that matter?
He probably did not think that the boy in front of him would make a soul armaments, but in fact, Riddle had already begun to study it. Maybe because of the unexpected soul armaments in the ring, he had to choose to ask Slughorn.
"Well, soul armaments …" said Slughorn. He did not look at Riddle, but played with the ribbon on the box of candied pineapple. "Of course, it wouldn't hurt to give you a brief introduction, just to let you understand the term. You know, soul armaments are objects that contain part of a person's soul. That's why they're called soul armaments. "
"But I don't quite understand what that means, Professor," said Riddle.
His voice was carefully controlled, but maybe because he was watching from God's perspective, Elwyn could feel his excitement.
"That is to say, you split your soul." Slughorn paused, as if digesting the word, and then continued, "You hide part of your soul in an object outside your body. That way, even if your body is attacked or destroyed, you won't die, because part of your soul remains in the world, unharmed. But, of course, to exist in this form … is a terrible thing. Few people want that, Tom, very, very few. It's better to just die. "
Although Slughorn said so, Riddle's hunger was now very obvious.
His expression was greedy, and he could no longer hide his desire, his desire for immortality.
"How do you split your soul?"
"Oh, this, that …" said Slughorn, obviously uneasy about continuing this topic. "You must understand that the soul should remain intact. Splitting it is a kind of disobedience, it is unnatural. "
"But how do you split it?" asked Riddle again.
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