Chapter 145

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[Name: Tom Riddle]

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[Entry library: Wilderness of Knowledge (unique), Horcrux (gold), Dark Lord (gold/incomplete), Born Heartless (purple)]

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"Voldemort? You could actually come out of that room?"

Devereux stared closely at the plaster statue in front of him, the wand in his hand trembling slightly.

His mind was racing with what he had just discovered.

[Decay] This entry has disappeared!

And the soul fragment of Ravenclaw's diadem was able to escape from the Room of Requirement!

This was completely different from the original plot he knew.

In the original work, they still had to control one person!

Doesn't that mean this person can walk around the campus at will?

That’s okay! !

Thinking of this, Devereux felt a chill on his back.

"Kid, calm down, I mean no harm to you."

The plaster statue put down the tea cup, his voice was soft, and his tone even sounded a little happy.

It raised its head, the expression on its face seemed to be a smile but not a smile, with a hint of elusive meaning.

"Also, I want to remind you that your spell may not be of any use to me."

Devereux stared at its eyes that were shining with strange light. His hand holding the wand gradually became stronger, but a strange look suddenly appeared on his face.

He tilted his head slightly and slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

"Yeah?"

The next moment, he shouted in a low voice.

"Avada eats the big melon!"

The green light streaked through the air like a bolt of lightning, hitting the plaster statue accurately.

There was just a "bang" sound, and the plaster statue fell apart instantly without even making a sound of resistance. The fragments flew and the teacup also fell and shattered.

The air was filled with the smell of dust from cracked plaster.

Devereaux clenched his wand and pointed at the corner where the plaster statue had been. His breathing was rapid and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"No nose, how do you feel?"

He whispered to himself, somewhat defiantly.

"Very good, very decisive... It's incredible. I've never seen such a powerful soul-killing spell on anyone else, but it's a pity..."

At this moment, the pile of crushed stone fragments began to float slowly, as if being pulled by an invisible force.

The stone fragments rotated and condensed in mid-air, gradually pieced together a vague shape - a mouth.

No, to be precise, a half-open mouth.

"I am not a creature on the same level as you. I have no soul."

Devereaux sneered, his eyes as sharp as knives.

"Avada eats the big melon!"

Green light passed by again, and the half of the mouth instantly disintegrated into powder.

But what is chilling is that the sound still echoes in the room, coming from all directions, as if the entire space has become its resonator.

"This spell... is interesting. It does have the characteristics of a curse. I have to say that your talent in black magic is beyond imagination."

There was a slight pause in his voice, sounding as if he was very appreciative of Devereux's talent.

"However, it is true that this body cannot be used anymore."

Devereux looked around nervously, wand held in a fighting stance.

The Death Curse was already his strongest spell at the moment.

Unexpectedly, the other party actually took two life-killing curses.

I can still speak!

His mind was racing, trying to find the source of the sound.

"Calm down, kid," the voice sounded again, with a strangely gentle tone. "First of all, I want to correct you. I have a nose. Secondly, I really don't mean any harm to you."

"No malice?"

Devereaux snorted coldly, his eyes cold.

"Then you should make it clear what your purpose is! Don't play riddles with me here!"

"Haha, since you are so straightforward, I will make it clear."

The voice contained a hint of smile, low and distant.

"I'm here to remind you of something. Use your senses with caution when exploring any object."

"Perception?"

Devereaux frowned slightly, confused.

"What do you mean? Don't play riddles for me again!"

"Your perception will give some things that should be dead a 'living attribute'."

The voice said faintly.

"You may not realize it yet, but please be aware of this. To help you cope with this situation, I am giving you a gift."

Before he finished speaking, Devereaux suddenly felt a stab of pain in his mind.

He was caught off guard, barely able to stand, and almost losing his wand.

When the stinging pain gradually subsided, he found that there seemed to be something more in his mind.

He immediately called up the panel to check, and his eyes suddenly froze.

[Spell Library: Occlumency (Mastery)]

"Voldemort...you taught me another spell?"

Devereaux murmured, with a complicated expression.

Or Occlumency, an important spell to protect the soul and mind!

He recalled the other party's words and frowned more and more - what exactly does "giving dead things the attributes of life" mean? Is it alluding to some kind of resurrection ability?

Or did he change something without knowing it?

He tried to call out to the voice again, but no matter how he called, there was no response.

The other party is gone...

As mysterious as they come.

Devero clenched his wand with mixed emotions.

He had to admit that there was no obvious hostility in the other party's words, and even the [Hunter] entry did not have an alarm prompt.

"No ill intentions?"

He said to himself, his eyes flickering.

"But... not necessarily friendly."

Deverot waved his wand, and the entire studio was cleaned up in an instant, as if the mess had never happened.

He did not forget the purpose of coming to this room.

He had a sullen face, his eyes swept over the heavy bag of gold bars in his hand, and then walked to his usual workbench.

Putting the bag aside, he took out a gold bar from it and placed it on the table, while with his other hand he gently took off the troll's gloves and placed them neatly on the table.

The wand was waved again, and the air around the gold bar suddenly heated up, accompanied by a crackling sound, and the gold bar began to melt.

The dazzling liquid gold slowly floated in the air, and the hot steam rushed towards his face, with a scorching breath.

Deverot's expression was cold, not moved by the high temperature at all, his eyes were as calm as water.

He raised his wand and waved it gently at the troll's gloves, and the gloves immediately began to disintegrate by themselves.

The leather-wrapped shell peeled off automatically, revealing the complex skeleton and mechanism inside.

The protective rune hidden in the palm slowly appeared, emitting a faint light.

In the deeper structure, the jagged metal hooks and spring connections loosened and floated in the air, like suspended gears and parts, quiet and precise.

Each part was perfectly decomposed, without any omissions, suspended above the workbench, presenting a harmonious mechanical beauty.

Then, the liquid gold seemed to have life, turning into golden threads as thin as hair, gently sliding through the air, shuttling between these parts one by one.

The gold threads connected, wrapped, and inlaid, reconstructing the gloves in a strange pattern.

There was no need for Deveraux to do it.

The whole process was like flowing water, and Deveraux did not need to control it at all.

He just stood aside and watched coldly, confirming that every step was going as expected.

When he was sure that there was nothing wrong with it, he turned and left the workbench, his face even gloomier.

No matter what!

The problem of Voldemort's Horcrux must be solved!

He was not helpless against the Horcruxes.

He knew the Fiendish Fire Curse. As long as he found the Horcruxes and placed them in the flames, he could completely burn the soul attached to the crown to ashes.

Thinking so.

He pushed open the door of the Room of Requirement, walked downstairs with steady steps and a stern expression.

Deveraux had already planned to enter the room full of various strange items again and put an end to this matter.

However, when he walked to a corner, he ran into a figure head-on——

"Deveraux, be careful, watch the road."

A familiar voice came.

Deveraux raised his head, and it turned out to be Dumbledore!

He was slightly startled and asked quickly: "Professor, why are you here?"

Dumbledore smiled slightly through his half-moon glasses, with a relaxed tone.

"Come to the toilet, I remember there is a good bathroom here."

(Fourth update!)