"Get, get down …" Ron was trembling all over. He took a few steps back and shouted with a pale face, "You're Tom Riddle!"
Ron was all too familiar with the Tom Riddle in front of him. During his nightmarish second year, he had spent more than half of his time dealing with him.
In the end, he had even controlled the snake monster to do so many terrible things.
In a sense, Tom Riddle was even more terrifying than Lord Voldemort.
"You know me? It seems like you've come into contact with the other me. " Riddle said, sizing up Ron. "It's not surprising. I felt the power from my original body. Not long ago, you came into contact with him. The magic power he left in your body awakened me."
"Awakened, awakened …" Ron said, trembling.
"That's right, it was in this place. Four years ago, I entered your body, but I had no way of contacting you. In that long period of time, I did not receive any replenishment. I was very weak, and the magic power of the Sorcerer's Stone that Gryffindor left behind was far beyond my imagination. I could not control it, nor could I absorb its power. I became weaker and weaker until I lost all my power. I thought I would disappear one day. I have to admit, my initial idea was a little risky. I relied on magic to control the Sorcerer's Stone, but I failed … until I met you! Only when my original body once again gave me magic power did I have the chance to appear. "
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
"You're too weak. Even if magic entered your body, you wouldn't be able to feel it," Riddle said slowly with a smile. "How pitiful, but I can help you. I can help you obtain power and help you understand everything. Now, tell me your name. "
"R- Ron Weasley." Ron did not want to answer at first, but under Riddle's gaze, he could not help but answer the other party's question.
"Weasley family. So you're a pureblood. That's great. I hate mudbloods!" Riddle said slowly with a hint of greed in his eyes. "Purebloods should be more noble than Muggle and mudbloods. We are born to be superior, Ron! Don't you agree with me? You are very lucky. As a pureblood, you have been chosen by the great Lord Voldemort! What do you want? I will give you unimaginable power, authority, and wealth. As long as you want it, I can satisfy you. "
"No, no, get lost, I don't want anything, don't try to tempt me!" Ron shouted, waving his wand and a red light flashed.
Riddle waved his hand lightly, easily dispelling his magic.
"Pitiful spell, is this your power? You will agree, Ron. I can see your heart. You are not willing to be ordinary. Only I can help you. "
"Get lost, Riddle. You can't tempt me anymore! I know what you are, you are a soul armament! "
"This is a little surprising, you actually know about soul armaments!" said Riddle.
"I know everything. You can't fool me this time. I won't be fooled again!" Ron cast another spell.
The spell hit Riddle, but it didn't cause him any harm.
"Your wonderful spell has no power. You don't understand what true power is, just like you don't know what a soul armament is." Riddle unhurriedly walked towards Ron. "Soul armaments can help people achieve eternal life. How fascinating. Do you want eternal life, Ron?"
"No, don't come over!" Ron shrank back.
"Don't lie to me, Ron. Your heart has betrayed you. You want power, you want eternal life, you want to stand out and become immortal. I can help you, and only I can give you help. Without my help, you will never obtain these things in your lifetime. " Riddle's voice was full of bewitchment. "Don't deceive yourself because of your ridiculous prejudice. There is no hatred between us, I am here to help you. Face your own desires, Ron. Say out loud that you want these things. Come, Ron, become one with me. You will become the great Lord Voldemort's soul armament, a unique soul armament. You will become immortal. "
"Ah, what are you?" Ron felt like he was about to collapse, he was about to be driven insane.
"I am the soul of Lord Voldemort, a soul that was separated from the main soul. Only by finding a vessel can I be called a true soul armament. Now that I have found it, that vessel is you! This is your chance, Ron. Submit to me and we will become one. You and Lord Voldemort will become one. "
"No!" Ron gasped for breath. A powerful pressure pressed down on him from all directions.
The scene in front of him began to distort. The centaur temple, the mountain of corpses, and Tom Riddle's figure.
They twisted and screamed, fusing with Ron's shouts. The whole world fell into madness.
"No, no, get lost, get lost!" Ron suddenly roared with a sinister expression. He waved the wand in his hand wildly, shooting out magic spells.
"You will accept me, Ron. Only I can help you, and you will help me obtain power beyond the imagination of the world …"
"No!"
When Ron woke up, his entire body was soaked in sweat.
He blankly stared in front of him. He remembered that he had a very, very terrible nightmare.
As for the specific content, he could not remember it clearly!
That terrible dream, the monster that appeared in the dream ….
No one saw, on the back of Ron's sweaty neck, a black Stygian Mark flashed.
.....
Three days had passed since the end of the transfer.
These days, the members of the Order of the Phoenix had been going in and out of the Shack, passing on news.
They took the phoenix eyed Moody out and looked for a professional healer to treat him.
Ron woke up in the middle of the night on the second day. He seemed to be frightened by this matter and kept screaming. When he regained his composure, he told everyone that he had a very long and terrible nightmare, but he could not remember the content of the nightmare. He kept repeating the dream and was so scared that he did not dare to sleep.
Elwyn was not sure if this was due to the influence of magic. Most people would also become like this when they were greatly frightened.
What he could be sure of was that there was absolutely no black magic like the Soul Snatching Curse affecting Ron.
Poor Ron, the healer's advice was to let him rest more and not suffer any more fright in the short term.
Elwyn, Harry, and Hermione also tried their best to accompany him. After a few days, he finally recovered, but occasionally he would be alone in a daze with a gloomy expression.
His mood became very bad. Harry also felt guilty and sad. He had been blaming himself for Moody, Ron, and George.
Even though the wedding of Bill and Hibiscus Chinensis was getting closer, an inexplicable mood still hung over the Shack.
After that night, Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters all disappeared again. No one knew what they were planning.
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