Chapter 1083 Death God's World

Tom Riddle's milky white body was floating, and Ivan's doubts in his heart became stronger and stronger.

He actually said that when he was made, he didn't know the specific method of making the Horcrux, and he didn't know how to split the soul, so how did he come out?

But one thing is certain, this Horcrux is weird.

"Professor Lughorn likes me very much. He gave me a lot of privileges and help. He...well, let's talk about the Horcrux." Riddle said, carefully avoiding the point at him. Gryffindor's sword slowly moved to the ring in the cabinet, "My appearance was an accident. Strictly speaking, I am not a Horcrux, or in other words, I am a special Horcrux, because my appearance was not in the original plan, nor was it made according to the normal method."

"What's the meaning?"

"As you know, I was looking for a way to make a Horcrux. I still have a few key issues that I haven't figured out, including how to split my own soul, although I have already guessed about it." Riddle Said, "But I don't want to start working on the first Horcrux so soon, first, I haven't found the right equipment, and second, I don't want to do it under Dumbledore's eyes, that would be stupid, yes no?"

Alvin replied with silence, but he agreed with Riddle's idea.

Although Dumbledore was not the principal at the time, he was already recognized as the strongest wizard.

It might be possible to play tricks under his gaze and form your own force, after all, this is the tradition of Slytherin.

But if you want to conduct this kind of evil magic research, making Horcruxes is too risky, and if you show your feet, you will be doomed.

Having said that, Ivan knew that Riddle succeeded in the end!

Both the ring and the diary were made during his school days, when he was only fifteen and sixteen years old.

Of course, he backed off after that, as he had aroused Dumbledore's suspicions.

"I didn't have that many thoughts at the time, it might be ridiculous to say it, but I just wanted to stay in Hogwarts, after all it was the first place I could call home." Riddle paused before continuing Said, "When I entered the fifth grade, I got a piece of information that Professor Melles of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is about to retire. He is already very old and has served in this position for fifty years. If possible, I hope to succeed him."

"You're off topic again!" Ivan reminded, "I'm not interested in what your dream is at all."

Whether what Riddle said was true or not, that was his fifteen-year-old thoughts, and it was pointless to know that.

Their real trouble now is Voldemort, with his soul torn apart and allied with the evil god, not Tom Riddle, a fifteen-year-old boy full of ideals and ready to do something big, and his ideas are undoubtedly ridiculous.

History has proven it all, he didn't succeed in getting the job, Dumbledore turned him down.

"Do you know why I hate communicating with a brat like you?" Riddle said contemptuously, "Lack of patience..."

"You're not much older than me." Ivan retorted.

"My actual age is more than enough to be your grandparents. Don't think of me as a kid like you."

"Obviously, if you count the more than half a century that you have been locked in a drawer, you are indeed much older than me, and it is really a rich and colorful life experience." Fendor pointed at the other party with his sword, "I have to remind you again, and it is also the last time. The little ghost in your mouth can decide whether you need to exist. I really don't have much patience. Please don't challenge unless you want to try Gran Is Fendor's sword as sharp as in the legend?"

"What exactly do you want to know?" Riddle's face darkened again.

"Continue to talk about your body, which is the specific process of making this Horcrux." Aiwen said, pointing to the ring in the cabinet with his sword, "Since you didn't master the specific method of splitting souls and making Horcruxes at that time, So how were you made?"

"I said just now that evil deeds can split the soul, maybe I'm too evil." Riddle suddenly let out a strange laugh, as if he was amused by his own answer, "Yes, that must be the case, Killing my own father with my own hands, and ending that dirty Muggle with my own blood, is there anything more evil than this? Maybe because of this, I was torn from my body."

Ivan frowned, is this the specific process? The act of killing one's own father splits the soul automatically?

This behavior is indeed evil, and it does sound like this thing, but it is also kind of strange.

If it were that simple, there would probably be Horcruxes everywhere!

The most obvious example is Barty Crouch Jr., who worships Voldemort almost to the point of madness.

Therefore, he also killed his father himself, which made him feel that he and Voldemort had something in common, but his soul was not divided.

Could it be that he was not as wicked as Tom Riddle at fifteen, and had less hatred for his father than Riddle did?

It doesn't make sense at all, Barty Crouch Jr. is a pure pervert.

In terms of the degree of evil, although there is no way to compare him, he is definitely not weaker than the fifteen-year-old Riddle.

"You didn't tell the truth!" Ivan said, looking into Riddle's eyes, "Don't think I don't understand anything."

Very rarely, Tom Riddle avoids Ivan's gaze, which is not like him at all.

"You are much more difficult than I imagined!" His voice quickly returned to calm, "I originally planned to use these things as bargaining chips with Dumbledore, but now it seems that I have to talk about it. That gem, that is, the resurrection stone in your mouth, has a special power, a very special power..."

"The Resurrection Stone will not split the soul of a person!"

"It won't, but it can make you see death."

"grim Reaper?!"

"Yeah, that's what he calls himself. This resurrection stone and the ring are combined to form a strange magic, which is not magic that I can understand." Riddle said, "That night, it brought me to the kingdom of the dead. I met many people there, including my father, my mother, my grandfather, and the god of death. When I came back, a part of my soul was left there forever and could never return to the body, that is, Now you see me."

Ivan looked at him and raised his eyebrows, which sounded like the most absurd novel.

He had never heard that the resurrection stone would have this kind of power, at least it didn't appear in the original book.

"It's unbelievable, isn't it? But I'm telling the truth this time. There's magic on the ring that I don't understand."

"Even if what you said is true, don't tell me, you haven't studied it..."

"Research?" Riddle asked with a sneer on his face, "What are you studying? Death, or my mother? It's ridiculous. I'm not interested in this at all. What I want to do is to escape death, not approach it. You I don’t understand what I saw at the time, the world of the god of death, and I will never imagine it..." Browse the reading address: