Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Like a venomous snake, Tom Riddle was adept at disguise.

Before revealing his true colors, he was a handsome, academically excellent student, very polite.

There might never have been a student as perfect as him, with all the virtues you could imagine and envy.

He was so outstanding in every aspect that you could only envy him but couldn’t be jealous, a true prodigy.

Who wouldn’t like such a guy?

After winning a good impression, it would be natural to give him the utmost trust, along with corresponding convenience and care.

This was human nature, and it was also what Riddle wanted to achieve, to charm people’s hearts.

But sometimes, being too perfect itself was the biggest problem. A normal person would not be so perfect.

Especially since he was only a teenager and immature, he should be at an age where he should have various shortcomings and make mistakes.

As Sirius said, ‘at fifteen we are all idiots’.

It was easy to make mistakes out of impulsiveness or for some inexplicable reasons. This was normal and forgivable.

But having no flaws at all was truly terrifying, simply abnormal.

No matter how the thoughts of those blinded by Riddle were, they would feel chilled to the bone after knowing his true colors.

He was arrogant, conceited, with a past full of bad deeds. His gorgeous appearance hid his true and sinister side.

The darkness and melancholy in his heart kept accumulating until the most terrifying demon was born.

This was Voldemort’s growth trajectory. How would the fifteen-year-old Horcrux in front of them be different?

One thing was certain, it was almost impossible for him to deceive Dumbledore. Even before Riddle became Voldemort, Dumbledore was already paying great attention to him, let alone after so many things had happened.

Now that he had restored Riddle’s physical form, it meant there was no problem with him, at least not yet.

Entering the gate, the space ahead became brighter.

In the dim light, a majestic and huge statue appeared in front of everyone, the statue of Salazar Slytherin.

Evan had seen this statue in Aragog’s lair before, and it was left by Salazar himself. However, that statue was heavily damaged, full of traces of destruction by Acromantulas. The statue before them now was very well preserved, showing its original appearance.

This was Slytherin in his middle age, calm and composed, more mature, seeming to have everything under control.

Compared with the sharpness of his youth and the indifference of his old age, the middle-aged Slytherin at this time appeared more restrained and mature.

With a faint smile on his face, he held his wand forward, exuding an unparalleled aura in mystery.

Unstoppable; that was the feeling Evan got from just a statue.

Although the edge was restrained, Evan had no doubts about how powerful magic that little wand could cast.

The most eye-catching thing about the statue was the locket hanging from Slytherin’s chest, crafted from a massive emerald.

The emblem of the Slytherin family on it glowed faintly in the dim light, also carrying a strong magical aura.

“My great ancestor,” said Riddle softly, raising his head and looking at the statue in reverence. “I had only seen his greatness in books or heard other people talk about it before. It’s only here that I truly understand his greatness and what it signifies.”

Whether it was Voldemort or Riddle, being a descendant of Slytherin should be the proudest thing in his life.

The theory of pure blood was that one was born noble, superior to everyone else, and everyone else should bow down to him.

Evan must admit that this idea still made sense if applied to pets such as cats or dogs.

Pure-blood could prove the value of a pet, but when applied to humans, it was pure nonsense.

“Slytherin himself would not want his descendants to become Dark wizards,” said Evan, looking at Riddle. “If there is really information left by him in this place, you should be able to see his disgust for the Dark Arts, especially Horcruxes.”

There was a tense silence, and Riddle lowered his head and looked at Evan.

“I think you’re right, Evan,” he said with a perfectly measured tone, as if he accepted Evan’s statement humbly. “I was just too obsessed with exploring the true meaning of death, and then chose the wrong path. If I had found this place earlier, I would never have researched Horcruxes. But that’s all in the past now. As for that twisted main soul, you can go ahead and destroy him.”

“”You want us to destroy Voldemort?” Hermione looked at him in astonishment.

“As you said, he is evil, isn’t he?” Riddle replied with a smile. “And he has done so many terrible things; he should pay the price for it. I think destruction is the best thing for him. Believe me, from what I know about him, he’s beyond redemption, the splitting of his soul has long turned him into a monster.”

“But…”

“Oh, Miss Granger, you are kind. Don’t care about how I feel,” said Riddle.

Although he was smiling, these were really heartless and terrible words.

One part of a soul asking to destroy the other parts, no matter how to think about it, seemed very eerie.

“If we have the chance, we’ll do it,” said Evan. “We might even need your help.”

“I’m willing to help,” said Riddle calmly, with a strange light shining in his eyes. “Well then, back to business. You must have noticed that this statue is not that simple, right?”

“It has a very strong magic power…”

“That’s it. To be precise, it is the seal itself left here by my great ancestors,” said Riddle. “The inside of this statue is filled with complex magic patterns and runes, which gather all the surrounding magic here. Each of these magic powers is very small, but together they form a powerful force. Once activated, we have the chance to destroy the monster inside. Very simple, isn’t it? There are no complicated spells, just the overwhelming force of power.”

So it was; and what Evan had seen in the Acromantula’s lair should be similar.

Now thinking about it; that plankton floating in the air should be a form of magic.

Because the seal was destroyed by the Acromantula, the magical power inside dissipated into the air and wandered there.

When Evan touched the seal, these magic powers came together again to destroy the eyeball monster.

As Riddle said, it was not magic, but the crushing and destructive power of the most fundamental force…

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