Chapter 66 Grete, You Are Indeed Worthy of Being Me (Two in One)

Except for the wand, Filch did not touch anything else on Lucius.

"Wingardium Leviosa," a levitation spell was cast, and the unconscious Lucius floated up from the ground.

Even though it was not the first time that Filch felt the magic power flowing out of his body, he was still very excited.

After the spell was cast, his lowered arm could not help but tremble slightly.

Just as he pushed open the door of the Room of Requirement, a spell that was not loud but spoke at a slightly rapid speed reached his ears.

The two spells of Expelliarmus and Stunning, accompanied by Gretel's voice, hit Filch's body one after another.

Filch looked at the wand slipping out of his hand with a look of astonishment, and then fainted on the ground unwillingly.

"It's you," Tom Riddle's voice came from Filch as Gretel continued to cast the petrification spell on Filch, sealing his throat and locking his tongue.

However, his voice sounded very hoarse and seemed particularly weak, which was inconsistent with the current situation of taking away the vitality of two little wizards.

Gretel took precautions and approached. Filch had opened his eyes, but they were different from his usual cloudy eyes that concealed malice.

Now his eyes were obviously clearer and brighter, without the resentful jealousy that had almost solidified into substance in the past.

But under his clear eyes, there was deep fatigue and unwillingness.

"Senior Tom?"

Gretel really couldn't believe that the tired-eyed man in front of him would be the complacent Tom Riddle.

"It's me. It's ridiculous, isn't it? I escaped, but fell into the hands of this despised Squib."

The flat tone couldn't cover up the deep anger. After thinking for a moment, Tom Riddle spoke again.

"You should know Legilimency, right? Do you want to see how I escaped and how I fell into the hands of this Squib?"

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Moving to the familiar room in the Room of Requirement, Tom Riddle suddenly felt relieved.

"Come and see, the end of arrogance."

Legilimency, Gretel successfully mastered it a few months ago.

With the bonus of Voldemort's experience, he can be called a master of Legilimency at this time.

Gretel saw in Tom Riddle's memory that a page of paper from the diary was attached to his back when he was not paying attention.

Followed him out of the Room of Requirement.

"Each page of the notebook is considered my limbs. I can communicate with the outside world through a single piece of paper. I haven't done this because every time I tear off a piece, it will make me weaker."

Gretel used the Disillusionment Charm to resist Filch's night patrol, and the paper also came off his back at that time.

Tom Riddle felt that a Squib that no one suspected could help him hide his whereabouts.

When Filch returned to his residence after the first patrol, the paper floated in front of him.

"Do you want to have magic?"

Since the day he was born, Filch has been looking forward to becoming a wizard.

God knows why he is a Squib.

Everyone suggested that he forget everything about wizards and go to the Muggle world.

But he was unwilling. Why should he, who was born in a wizard family, live with those dirty Muggles day and night?

He felt sick when he thought about it.

He had stroked the old wand passed down from his family for countless late nights.

He secretly hated himself for being a Squib, hated his parents for giving birth to him, and hated wizards who came from the Muggle world but had talents that he envied.

He hated all people with magic.

Tom Riddle's words released a beast locked in his heart.

Facing the temptation of a piece of paper, no, Tom Riddle just asked a question, and it was he who really bewitched Filch.

The little snake in Slytherin unfortunately became the first victim.

In fact, Tom Riddle did not intend to kill anyone, but Filch, after feeling the magic rushing into his body.

He couldn't help laughing, and the little snake recognized his identity.

In order to save Filch, Tom Riddle had to help him deal with the end.

In order to clear himself of suspicion, Filch left a slogan on the wall at Tom Riddle's suggestion.

Of course, it was Tom Riddle who suggested to put the blame on Gretel. He wanted this insider to be imprisoned in Azkaban.

Even if it was impossible, he had to be expelled from Hogwarts like Hagrid fifty-nine years ago.

But Hagrid is not Gretel, and Filch is not Tom Riddle.

Gretel is not as unknown as Hagrid, and Filch is not as charming as Tom Riddle.

Gretel was finally locked up.

But the transferred magic power is limited after all. How can Filch restrain himself if he turns over in one day?

Every night, in a corner where no one knows, Filch casts spells wantonly, venting the depression of being a Squib for decades.

Less than a week has passed, and the plundered magic power has been squandered by Filch.

Having felt the beauty of being a wizard, how could Filch allow himself to become the Squib who was played with spells by others again.

He wants to make a move again.

Even if Tom Riddle strongly opposes, Filch still makes a move without hesitation.

Faced with Filch's dementia, Tom Riddle decided to abandon him, but he never thought that he would be fooled by this dud.

He used wooden nails cut from hawthorn branches to tear off the diary pages one by one and nailed them to himself.

The leaves and flowers of the hawthorn tree have therapeutic effects, but the broken branches have a smell like death.

Hawthorn branches have always been a good material for casting black magic.

Filch didn't know where he learned the evil spell of the ancient black wizard.

The ability of this spell is to plunder the soul of others, sew it together with oneself with wooden nails, and finally merge with oneself, forcibly plundering the talents of others.

This spell was once circulated among the dark wizard community, but eventually disappeared in the long river of history due to mutual plunder.

Only a very small number of documents have ever mentioned it, and it was determined to be lost centuries ago.

This spell is useless for squibs, because there is no way to cast spells without magic power, but who asked Tom Riddle to lend him magic power.

With the last bit of remnants on his body, Filch nailed Tom Riddle to himself.

Seeing this, Gretel took Filch's hairless wand and picked up his clothes.

Every piece of skin on his body covered by the diary was firmly nailed with hawthorn wood nails.

A bitter smile appeared on Filch's face.

"I hunt geese all day, but I never thought I would be pecked in the eye by a wild goose.

I didn't expect that a Squib could have such a strong hatred for wizards, no, for all things related to magic.

Because of the existence of the curse, I became a vassal.

If he was not eager to have magic again, no one would discover his secret after he merged with my soul.

Because no one would suspect that a Squib could kill wizards in Hogwarts.

By then, he only needs to plunder slowly, and one day he will grow to a point where no one can defeat him.

Fortunately, he is crazy, but he is stupid, much stupider than a mudblood.

Squibs are the curse of magic on him."

It can be seen that Tom Riddle has been holding back for a long time, and has been expecting someone to listen to his anger.

To be honest, when Legilimency told Gretel that Tom Riddle was very grateful to him at this time, Gretel was very surprised.

"You are not wrong. I am really grateful to you. I can allow myself to fail, but I cannot allow myself to fail so aggrievedly and die so quietly.

So, after this Squib nailed me to death, I asked me to help him again, and I did not object.

Because I know that as long as he takes action, you will be free. After you are free, you will definitely come to check. The piece of paper I left is the medium for our communication.

Admittedly, at first I wanted to show off, to show off that you, a little wizard, have a flaw, and to show off that I can get freedom from you.

But I didn't expect that this would become my life-saving straw."

Grete did not speak, he just felt that the world was bizarre.

He was not tempted by the diary, and everything would develop as in the original world line.

Tom Riddle used Ginny's body to open the Chamber of Secrets, and Harry once again added bricks and tiles to the halo of the savior.

Or, if Tom Riddle abided by the agreement between the two, there would not be a series of events later, and he would not be humiliated by the hands of the Squib.

Or, if he hadn't found Filch, he might have been free and successfully replaced any wizard to study at Hogwarts again.

However, there is no if.

Lucius, who was crooked on the other side, groaned.

Gretel cast a coma spell without looking back, and sent him to play cards with Merlin in his dream.

"What if he held back and didn't make a move?" Gretel raised his question.

"So I was so excited when I felt you burn the paper I left behind.

This spell is much more powerful than I thought. I no longer expect to escape. I just hope to leave this extremely dirty Squib.

Why do you think he came to the Room of Requirement by chance?

It is true that this spell made me lose the ability to resist, but the secret of the soul is not something that a Squib like him can understand.

How can the fusion of two souls have no side effects? Although I can't control him, I can hint from the subconscious.

Even if Lucius didn't come today, I would hint to this Squib to come to the Room of Requirement.

He doesn't know the existence of this place. As long as he appears here, I believe that the abnormal He will definitely attract your attention. "

Gretel interrupted him, "What if I am careless and fall into the hands of a magical Squib?"

Tom Riddle laughed wildly, "How could you, a mastermind who can hide from Dumbledore, fall into the hands of an unknown Squib?

When I entered school, Dumbledore was watching me closely.

Besides, even if you fall, you can just come to keep me company. With you and me, what can I be unwilling to do?"

After laughing wildly for a while, he calmed down in a cough, "I am already hopeless. I just hope you can separate me from this dirty Squib."

Tom Riddle's words were sincere, but Gretel did not believe them.

He thought for a while, canceled the coma spell, and woke up Filch.

Before Filch could react, Gretel's magic rushed into his brain along Filch's eyes.

Gretel never thought that a person's thoughts could be so dark, and young Tom was not even one ten-thousandth of what he had in his mind.

In Filch's mind, Gretel saw the misery that Tom Riddle had been able to hide before.

He saw the glorious Head Boy wail in pain under the hawthorn wood nail.

He saw the relief and cruelty on Filch's face when the nail was driven into his body.

He also saw Filch's jealousy and hatred for everyone.

From the family that gave birth to him to strangers, from the newly admitted wizard to the headmaster of Hogwarts.

Even the magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest were hated by him.

He was full of resentment for everything, and a strong sense of destruction tortured him day and night.

The only person who brought him any warmth was Mrs. Norris, who had been keeping vigil with him for decades.

Tom Riddle didn't lie to him, Filch was indeed leading all of this.

Tom Riddle plays nothing more than the doorkeeper who lets the devil out.

After knocking Filch unconscious again, Tom Riddle struggled to emerge.

"He robs my soul all the time. If you prove it, please help me and pull out these damn wooden nails. Even if I die, I don't want to die on this squib."

Gretel did not hesitate this time, and the wooden nails separated from Filch's body one by one.

The paper soaked in black blood was peeled off Filch one by one with difficulty.

"Can't you help me?"

Tom Riddle looked tough, complaining intermittently.

But not only did Gretel's help fail to arrive.

Instead, after hearing his words, he took a few steps back very quickly.

For Gretel, it helps him pull out the wooden nails.

It has already given him the face of being Professor Fu's separated soul.

If it were a stranger, he wouldn't even get involved.

"Help me clean it up."

The peeled paper was folded back into a diary.

Tom Riddle, who was almost invisible, cast a pleading look at Grete.

After cleaning up the diary and restoring it to its original appearance, Gretel saw Tom Riddle turn into a wisp of smoke and disappear before his eyes.

Sighing, Gretel decided to deal with Filch in front of him.

In order to prove that Tom had not deceived him, he had to wake up Filch and use Legilimency again.

He couldn't kill, at least not by him. Only the murderer who was caught alive could save Hogwarts from panic.

Just when he leaned down and was about to use the [Memory Master] to modify the memories of the two people on the ground, the dead diary on the ground suddenly stopped moving.

A ray of light flew toward his eyebrows, too close and too fast.

Grete only had time to curse the farmer and the snake in his heart.

At the same time, Tom Riddle's words came to his ears, "Gretel, you are truly worthy of being the one who has not given up your vigilance against me even at this time."

2 in 1 delivered.

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Gretel: The author is a rusher. I recommend kneeling down in the second round. He doesn’t know how to be a eunuch.

Professor Fu: +1

Team members not appearing: +N

Author: Impossible. A dignified man of 365 feet can lose his life without losing his hook. There is only a complete book without eunuchs.

PS: Dear book lovers, we probably won’t have much to recommend in the future. Please raise your arms and let’s support each other and walk together.

The author guarantees that before one million words have passed, the book will not be completed without the eunuch delaying the check-in.

The outline can be up to 200 w, and the results are 2 million if the results are good. If the results are bad, we will slowly end it after 1 million. I also have to support my family. I hope the big guys will understand.

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