Chapter 1530 Slughorn's Narrative

Like the Godfather, Riddle's grip on the school is sufficient to allow him to carry out his reign of terror from the shadows.

If he entered the Ministry of Magic after graduating that year, he would definitely become a minister, and even a dictator.

Ivan thinks that such a Voldemort is much more terrifying than it is now.

Fortunately, Voldemort is not interested in becoming a godfather or a dictator. The power that almost all Slytherin students value is not his main goal, but a means for him to achieve a more purely evil purpose.

He had never cared about the position of Minister for Magic, leaving it to his clever Death Eaters to get it.

From the fifteen-year-old Riddle in the diary, it can be known that Voldemort's original ideal was to make his name and existence known and feared by everyone.

To put it simply, it is a man who aspires to become the devil, and he succeeds in the end, becoming the scariest Dark Lord ever.

This may have something to do with his humble origins and the idea of ​​getting ahead. Dumbledore had also shown them relevant memories before. The young Riddle thought he was different. However, that was a long time ago, before he had been exposed to so much evil black magic.

As for now, Ivan guessed that he might prefer to escape death, achieve immortality, and become an eternal existence beyond this world.

At this point, making "horcruxes" used to be his main method, but it was far from what the evil god could bring him.

Sure enough, the young Tom Riddle in the room rejected Slughorn's offer.

"I don't know if politics is for me, Professor!" he said. "I have no background in the first place..."

Because of his words, the two boys nearby looked at each other and smiled, perhaps they already knew Riddle's famous ancestors at this time.

As I said just now, the most urgent idea of ​​Riddle in this period is to stand out and become a dark wizard who makes everyone afraid of mentioning his name. The title of descendant of Slytherin can help him a lot. At least, it can help him get the approval of those ancient pure-blood wizard families.

"What are you talking about, Tom!" Slughorn said brightly, picking up another piece of candied pineapple. "It's so clear that a talent like yours must come from a respectable family of wizards. There's no need to investigate or prove it." , and I can prove it for you. You have a bright future, Tom, and I've never missed a student."

At this moment the little golden clock on Slughorn's desk struck eleven.

"My God, is it time already? Time to go, boys, or we'll be in trouble. Lestrange, hand in your essay tomorrow, or you'll be in detention. And you too, Avery."

The boys filed out and Slughorn got up from his chair and carried the empty glass to the table.

Movement behind him made him turn around, and Riddle was still standing there.

"Come on, Tom, you don't want to be caught outside after lights out, you're a prefect..."

"Professor, I want to ask you something."

"Then ask, boy, ask..."

"Professor, I want to ask you if you know... Horcruxes."

There was a moment of silence, and Slughorn stared at him in a little surprise, his fat fingers caressing the bottom of the cup absently.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts subject, isn't it?" he asked deliberately, but obviously he knew it wasn't school work.

Horcruxes are never mentioned in Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts in any grade, it is absolutely forbidden.

"No, professor, I don't quite understand the magic I read in books," Riddle said.

"Well, yeah, of course you don't understand, it's hard to find a book at Hogwarts that details Horcruxes, Tom, and that's a very evil thing, very evil," said Slughorn, " Evil beyond the general sense is unknown to ordinary wizards. In fact, let alone understand, I can guarantee that most wizards have never even heard of this word.”

"But you obviously know a lot, Professor? I mean, a great wizard like you, sorry, I mean, if you can't tell me, obviously... I just know if anyone can tell me, it's you, so I mustered up the courage to ask."

It was just right, the hesitant, casual tone, the clever compliment, without going too far.

It was obvious that Riddle wanted this information very, very badly, perhaps planning for weeks for this moment.

Dark Lord, no, the current Riddle is a good student who is curious about the magic of Horcruxes.

Brilliantly talented, with a foreseeable bright future, clever compliments, and just the right timing, Slughorn would not refuse a question from a student like this, even if the question had something to do with an evil Horcrux, so what does that matter Woolen cloth?

He probably wouldn't think that the boy in front of him would make a horcrux, but in fact, Riddle had already started researching it at this time, maybe because of the unexpected horcrux in the ring, he had no choice but to ask Sla Ghorn.

"Well, Horcruxes..." said Slughorn, not looking at Riddle, but playing with the ribbon on the box of pineapple preserves, "Of course, it wouldn't do any harm to give you a brief introduction, just to make you understand Let’s talk about the term. You know, a horcrux is an object that holds part of a person’s soul, so it’s called a horcrux.”

"But I don't quite understand what that is, Professor," said Riddle.

His voice is carefully controlled, but it may be because of God's perspective, Ivan can feel his excitement.

"That is, you split your soul apart." Slughorn paused, as if digesting the word, and then continued, "Hiding a part in something outside your body so that, even if your The body is attacked or destroyed, and you can't die because there's a part of your soul left unharmed. But, of course, being in this form... is a scary thing, and few people think about it , Tom, less and less, it's better to just die."

Despite Slughorn's words, Riddle's hunger was now evident.

His expression is greedy, and he can no longer hide his desire, the desire for immortality.

"How to split the soul?"

"Oh, this, that..." said Slughorn, visibly disturbed by the continuation of the subject, "you must understand that the soul should remain intact. Splitting it is a violation, it is against nature .”

"But how to split?" Riddle asked again.

"Well, the soul can be separated by evil deeds. The most evil deed, by murder. Killing splits the soul. Tom, the wizard who wants to create a Horcrux uses this destruction: seal the split soul fragments in... ..."