Chapter 152

Chapter 224 The Part Cut Off by Voldemort

Principal Dumbledore wanted Riddle to move into Harry's body and take Voldemort's soul... but because of the relationship between the two of them, the result was of course a bad breakup.

However, the diary was handed over to Nietzsche by the principal.

"Listen, even if you use some evil method to torture me, I will never help that old thing." Riddle followed Nietzsche out of the office and protested firmly in front of the gargoyles.

He looked like an unjustly accused prisoner who cursed the king in front of the guillotine.

"Why? He didn't ask you to die." Hermione scolded angrily, "Anyway, only one of Voldemort and you can stay."

"And collecting Voldemort's soul will be good for you..." Nietzsche nodded and agreed with her.

"Well~ I am part of Voldemort's soul, that is indeed helpful to me." Riddle laughed, "Dream on! Haha! I have seen Dumbledore's conspiracy a long time ago!"

It was already curfew time, and they were standing at the fork of the marble stairs in the hall.

Hermione hated his smug face and took out her wand, wanting to teach him a lesson, but he just froze for a moment, continued to hold his stomach, pointed at her and laughed harshly, and was not afraid.

Seeing that Riddle was determined to watch the show this time.

"You don't know Dumbledore at all, listen... He wants to use some words like "love" to make Voldemort and I lose both, impossible! Even if I don't intervene, Voldemort will be finished sooner or later."

After saying that, his blurry projection disappeared and went back into the Horcrux.

The next few days were very dull. Everyone was immersed in the fantasy of the Triwizard Tournament, except Nietzsche. He wanted to hear Tom Riddle explain Dumbledore's plan, but the other party seemed to be angry.

Even if he deliberately used the magic of the Cruciatus Curse to touch the soul, at most it would only make a few dirty words appear in the diary.

At noon on Thursday, Nietzsche could hear the conversation at the Gryffindor table next door. He heard Harry and Ron discussing the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"He said he knew Sirius Black and had worked together before... I'm going to write this in the letter and tell Black... I didn't know that the godfather had known so many celebrities before..."

Harry was much more cheerful than before. When he saw Nietzsche looking over, he waved enthusiastically.

But Nietzsche just smiled with relief and buried his face---he couldn't be happy at all. Who would have thought that Harry, who should have made up for the happiness he had lost in the past, would be ready to die immediately.

Hermione was right to join the conversation over there. She wolfed down her food and sat down with a plate of snacks.

"How is it?"

"Not very good. He thinks he is Harry Potter's scapegoat." Nietzsche covered his pocket to prevent the snoring Crookshanks from scratching the diary with his claws.

It seemed to hate Horcruxes. It arched its back and vigilantly hissed at Nietzsche a few times. When it saw Hermione sitting over, it immediately jumped from his arms to the girl's thigh.

Hermione seemed to be in a good mood and was shouting about the content of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Speaking of which, Professor Moody said that some Aurors would use white magic to reduce the impact of dark magic on wizards themselves." She raised her chin complacently, "and I am the only student who has mastered the Patronus Charm."

Following her gaze, Nietzsche saw that there were more gems in the Gryffindor hourglass than in Slytherin.

Probably something Hermione just added in the last class...

"If white magic can reduce the impact of black magic, does that mean that the wizard himself is the key."

"Are you talking about magic or Riddle?"

"Same meaning." Hermione said neatly, "Maybe we should first figure out why Riddle hates Dumbledore. We are in a misunderstanding... We can't let him feel that he is a separated part."

The problem is here. Dumbledore's attitude towards Riddle has always been clear: Voldemort's soul.

Although Riddle recognized his attitude towards Voldemort, Dumbledore still believed that his essence had not changed---Riddle's essence is Voldemort.

So if Voldemort is a ship, they dismantle the broken "Voldemort" and use the materials to build a new ship, then is the new "Riddle" still the original "Voldemort"?

Therefore, Hermione intends to start from Riddle's cognition of his own soul.

She snatched the diary from Nietzsche's pocket and wrote the question with a quill:

"You said we never understood Dumbledore, so where is his hypocrisy?"

There was no movement for a long time. After a long time, the ink began to melt and was combined into other letters. What surprised Nietzsche was that Hermione actually let Riddle speak.

It seems that she is very suitable for education...?

He said in surprise: "If you become a professor in the future, Hogwarts should be relatively peaceful."

"Yes, if the only friend you can talk to has an antisocial personality, you can also coax him skillfully like this." Hermione said while soothing the angry Crookshanks.

"Hey!" Nietzsche said in pretended anger, "How dare you say that!"

Hermione raised her eyebrows and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

And Riddle did as she wished, writing in his diary: "Dumbledore is never brave, he is afraid of anyone with great power, because it will be beyond his control."

"So you have been targeted by him before, right?" Hermione stroked the hair on Crookshanks' back.

She was so skilled that Nietzsche began to suspect that Hermione's past behavior was deliberately to make him feel that she had met his expectations... In fact, he did not change Hermione?

Damn it!

Nietzsche felt that he could not think so anymore, otherwise it would be a bit too scary.

Seeing that Riddle did not reply, Hermione wrote calmly: "You and Dumbledore are fighting for no reason, and it will not benefit anyone. You know... Voldemort has abandoned you as a shame."

"If you are so curious, why don't you come and see for yourself..." Riddle was silent for a long time before continuing to write, "Miss Granger?"

Hermione was very upset that he guessed her.

However, he also understood a little about why Riddle refused to help Dumbledore. It was probably related to the previous disputes. Fortunately, as the part abandoned by Voldemort, Riddle was more like a human being.

"No, I am Nietzsche Holmes."

"In my impression, the Holmes with a perverted desire for control does not have such thoughts... Although what you said makes sense, I just don't want Dumbledore to get what he wants."

Hermione didn't know whether to say that he was very accurate in judging people, or should ignore it.

"Then you cooperate with us, isn't it better."

"It's not impossible, but how about letting me talk to Nietzsche alone first?" Riddle suddenly said inexplicably.

She looked around and pulled Nietzsche up from the chair, away from the noisy crowd. He was pulled and ran all the way to the eighth floor with Hermione, stopping in front of the melon stand that beat the stupid Barnabas with a stick.

"We need a lounge where we won't be disturbed." Hermione walked back and forth three times and issued instructions to the Room of Requirement.

Pushing open the door, the bedroom inside was different from the Gryffindor style that Sirius liked. The decoration inside was more like Hermione's own bedroom.

"Expecto Patronus!"

The silvery-white Phoenix bird emerged from the dragon's heartstrings, hovered over Hermione's head for a while, and finally landed on Nietzsche's shoulder.

"Harry Potter depends on you." She stuffed the Horcrux back into his hand and said seriously, "If anything goes wrong, I will let the Patronus cut off the connection between you."

Chapter 225 Voldemort's unknown past

Riddle and Nietzsche came to a desolate desert at the moment they opened their minds to each other. This was the worst, most disgusting and most boring place he had ever been to! There was no wine, no place to sleep...

There were two suns in the sky, one was about to rise and the other was about to set.

In this endless drought, to be honest, staying here for one more second is a torture for Riddle...

"There are no Dementors here, so just be happy." Nietzsche slid down the sand dune, "I'm sorry if there's no place for you to confuse me."

"But at least others, more or less, will hide something they care about most in their hearts, and you..."

As a Horcrux, Riddle can influence wizards through subconsciousness, but the premise is that he can see what the other party cares about most, but there is no such thing here, it's empty, Riddle can't imagine that this is the subconscious of a fourteen-year-old student.

He wiped the sweat he imagined.

"You're not normal!"

"This is very rude." Nietzsche said unhappily.

"This is indeed abnormal...Okay?"

"Then what do you care about." He felt light and waved his hand to wipe off the scene in front of him, and everything was stirred like ink, "It's nothing more than a desire for honor, bloodline, etc."

Even if Riddle is just a soul fragment, Nietzsche can still feel the other party's memories.

Among them were some very vague things, such as... he could tell that Riddle didn't even have a girl he liked in his heart.

The hard and dry gravel faded away, revealing several little people underneath, some of whom looked very similar to Riddle and looked very young, while the other was a young woman with a pale face and listless look.

Nietzsche waved his hand curiously and enlarged those people a little.

"Don't!" Riddle reacted strongly and pushed him away forcefully.

"I know those people are different ages from you, but... who is that person?" Nietzsche was spinning in the dry air like Peeves, "The most loyal Death Eater?"

"She's not even as good as a Death Eater..." Riddle glanced at her coldly.

"Oh~ I thought you were made by magic."

Seeing this, he could only stroke the air and poke one of the little people, and everything changed. The desert and sun that originally represented the 'Nietzsche spirit' disappeared, replaced by a street.

A child, young Riddle, ran out of an old red brick house in a panic.

He was about seven or eight years old. Judging from the fallen leaves on the street, it was autumn, but he was still wearing a thin shirt.

On the tall fence was written "Wu's Orphanage".

Among a group of children, Nietzsche saw that the group was circling around a rabbit.

Little Riddle was a child who really knew nothing at this time. He was curiously leaning towards the group.

"Wait a minute." The Muggle boy named Stubbs stopped him and said disgustedly, "This is the rabbit we spent a lot of effort to catch. You stay away from it."

This kind of behavior is very common, Nietzsche thought, in this kind of orphanage, this child should be the boss.

Orphan boss.

"I...I just took a look..." Little Riddle said unconvinced.

"Stay away from it, Riddle." The older boy bumped him away and said angrily, "You killed your mother, what if you kill my rabbit again?"

"I didn't kill her!" He said angrily, his face slightly red.

"Mrs. Cole said...your mother died giving birth to you."

Nietzsche noticed that many of the children were hostile and fearful, and he was curious about the cause of Riddle's mother's death.

If this orphanage belongs to a church institution, then in this environment, difficult childbirth will indeed be regarded as an ominous thing, such as the birth of a devil that will take away some people's lives.

"That woman is your mother?" He turned his head and asked Tom Riddle behind him.

"A coward..." Riddle cursed darkly, but did not deny it.

But when the two children quarreled, they would definitely not let it go. Nietzsche noticed that little Riddle clenched his fists, angry at Stubbs's slander.

"Then I'm at least a little better than you. Unlike you...your mother doesn't want you anymore." Little Riddle retorted sharply.

"You devil!" Billy Stubbs's face turned red and white. It was true, but it was too unpleasant to be said. "Get away... No one among us will want to play with you. "

Immediately afterwards, another middle-aged woman walked out of the red brick building, holding a ruler in her hand.

"Riddle, you haven't finished praying for today." She rushed over angrily, holding his clothes and dragging him back.

"I don't want to do that... You pray every day, and God doesn't give you any power!" Because little Riddle was in a rage and took a bite out of everyone he saw, so what greeted him was just a foot.

Seeing this, Riddle's face darkened further.

"It's pitiful, isn't it?" he said, "But what's really pitiful is that they talk about one God every day, but God gave me the ability. Nietzsche, they have the same moral character as Dumbledore. sex."

Nietzsche said nothing. It seemed that the birth of Voldemort was worse than he thought.

So this can also explain whether it is Tom Riddle or Voldemort, they both hate Muggles so much that they would rather keep pure-blood supremacy in their hearts as a motivation for future actions.

"Let me guess...Dumbledore must be wary of you now, but he is a little more gentle to you than me."

Time was sped up, and it suddenly became night. Nietzsche saw that the window of the orphanage was suddenly opened, but a dark figure squatted by the window, hesitated for a long time, and then jumped down from above.

Under the moonlight, little Riddle sneaked to the cage where the rabbit was kept.

The iron door was opened, and he saw that the rabbit was pinched into the air. After a few struggles, it stopped moving. Then several ropes jumped out of Little Riddle's hands and hung the rabbit's body on the door beam. superior.

Like Nietzsche, Riddle was already able to control the magic within his body at a very young age.

"They thought I was a disaster, so I did what they wanted." Riddle shrugged, "How can someone like you understand these things...Those Muggles and wizards won't understand what you do. "

He gently put his hand on Nietzsche's shoulder, like an old friend.