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At the same time, his spirit began to weaken.
All Harry could see was darkness.
Just then, a familiar voice rang in my ears.
"Thank you, Harry Potter, thank you for freeing me from the diary."
Unseen by him, Tom Riddle's figure reappeared.
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Chapter 147 v50 Listen to my revenge plan
After Tom Riddle reappeared and Harry lost consciousness, the only remaining scene on the record was Tom summoning the Basilisk to fight the Phoenix.
After reading this record, Levin had a general understanding of the changes that had occurred in the plot.
It all started when he discovered that Ginny had killed a chicken.
Although Levin stopped Ginny by sneak attack, he not only didn't reveal his face, but Ginny might not even have realized that she had been attacked.
But Tom Riddle was cautious enough that he sensed something was wrong and chose to evade the situation.
Then the whole series of events that followed came about.
The only part that Levin didn't quite understand was Tom Riddle's final resurrection.
Even though his diary was destroyed, he was able to be reborn.
Or rather, throughout the entire process, he was actually provoking Harry, seemingly hoping he would destroy the diary.
There must be a reason for wearing leather pants over cotton pants.
Levin was also eager to understand what was going on.
Now that we know what happened, it's time to face Tom Riddle and his basilisk.
Considering the danger posed by the basilisk, Levin quietly told the two that it was time to cover their eyes.
"Don't worry, even if you're blindfolded, I have a way to make you see everything around you."
Once both of them had put on the blindfolds, Levin closed his eyes as well, and with a thought, unleashed his psychic powers:
"[Sensory Link]!"
Hermione and Ciri suddenly found that they had another perspective.
Everything seen from this field of vision is slightly different from normal vision. In addition to the normal scenery, one can also perceive the detailed outlines of surrounding objects, even in blind spots that are not visible to normal vision.
"This is... Levin, is that you?"
Hermione asked in a low voice.
“That’s right. I just linked you with my senses, and what you are seeing now is my psionic field of vision.”
With this, they were able to fight the basilisk without making eye contact.
Ready, Levin waved his hand to cancel his stealth.
The two sides in the battle suddenly realized that there were other people in the secret room.
The battered Phoenix Fox, as if seeing a long-lost relative, flapped its wings and flew to Levin's side.
Seeing its battered and bruised appearance, Levin had no doubt that if he had been any later, Fox would have been put to death on the spot.
Tom Riddle also saw the three people who had suddenly appeared. He stared at them for a moment, then suddenly smiled.
The serpent monster raised its head, intending to attack the three, but he stopped it by raising his hand.
“You must be Levin Green, and his henchmen Hermione Granger and Cirira Rayanren, right? You really did come.”
Although there were three people, Riddle's gaze was always fixed on Levin.
“I’ve always wondered why only Harry Potter discovered the truth. That doesn’t seem to match the level Ron described you guys for. Now it seems that Harry Potter was just bait you used to test us. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been able to jump over the traps and suddenly appear here.”
As expected of Tom Riddle, the man from the mysterious past, tried to sow discord the moment they met.
Neither Hermione nor Ciri said a word, leaving everything to the boy in front of them.
They trusted him quite a bit.
Levin squinted at the young man.
"Are you the one who lured Ron into opening the secret chamber? What are you? A magical artifact? Or a ghost? No, ghosts can't use magic, nor can they control basilisks. What are you?"
He pretended not to know and asked.
But Riddell ignored his question.
"Would you like to hear how I did it?"
Riddle twirled his wand between his hands as he spoke arrogantly, “I’ve gone to such great lengths and spent so much time to fulfill my wish, but I’d be bored if there were no audience to appreciate it. You, Levin Green, according to Ron’s memory, are the only one worthy of being my audience.”
What is this? V me 50 to hear my revenge plan?
No wonder he's called Voldemort; he plays it safe when things are going badly and acts arrogantly when things are going well. He thinks he has all the advantages, so he starts showing off.
But Levin was also genuinely curious to figure out what new amusement this child version of Voldemort in this timeline had given him.
So he readily nodded.
"Of course, I can't wait."
As he spoke, he tapped the floor with his wand and used Transfiguration to conjure a sofa and coffee table out of thin air, then led the two women to sit down on the sofa.
"But before that, you don't mind if I prepare some snacks, do you?"
Levin appeared to be seeking the other person's opinion, but his hands didn't stop moving. He took out a whole set of Yunnan black tea infused with lemon and served with three-colored custard buns from his wallet, placing them in front of everyone, even remembering to give Riddle one.
Completely disregarding his spiritual state, which prevented him from drinking tea and eating snacks, they did not take any precautions.
"you…
The way the three of them were preparing tea and snacks as if no one else was around drove him crazy.
Unfortunately, he had just promised to tell a story, and he was unwilling to overturn the table and contradict himself.
He had no choice but to suppress his anger and watch the other person leisurely drink tea and listen to stories, in order to show his own composure.
Little did he know, Levin was fully aware of this suppressed emotion.
Hmph, you're far from being able to compete with us in showing off.
After taking his first sip of tea, Levin extended his hand forward: "Come on, young man, tell me your story."
"Damn it... I'll let you live a little longer."
Tom Riddle, suppressing his anger, recounted his most brilliant plan.
“First of all, I must say that you have a great misunderstanding about me. I am not a ghost, nor am I some kind of magical artifact. My name is Tom Riddle, a fragment of a soul banished by a great wizard during his youth. He sealed me away forever in a diary.”
“Tom Riddle, I’ve heard that name before. He was awarded the ‘Hogwarts Special Contribution Award.’ I’ve seen him in the Trophy Room. So you’re a fragment of his soul?” Hermione immediately revealed what she knew, her expression showing surprise.
This attitude pleased Riddle greatly: "Yes, at least until a few minutes ago. But now, I have been resurrected, and have coalesced into a new, special body capable of containing this fragmented part of my soul..."
"To revive a soul fragment is both difficult and simple—it only requires two steps:"
"I absorb a great deal of life force to nourish my soul."
"Then, using the right methods, I broke free of the diary and released my soul from it."
"What special method?" Hermione pressed.
“The method is easy to come up with,” Riddle chuckled. “It took me years of research to discover that there was only one method from the beginning—one that even Ron could have thought of: destroy the diary.”
"Destroy the diary? Doesn't that mean you'll be destroyed along with it?" Ciri pointed out the problem.
“Yes, girl, you know a lot about magical artifacts. You’re right, if I destroy the diary directly, I will be reduced to ashes. That’s why I need a way to protect me when the diary is destroyed.”
"What method is that?" Levin asked.
Speaking of this, Riddle grinned smugly: "Levin, this is the most exciting part, I think... it even has a touch of drama and tragedy..."
"You might not believe it, but my inspiration came from Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard, who was always wary of my nasty fellow!"
When Riddle spoke of Dumbledore, his tone was filled with deep resentment.
Levin could hear the rebelliousness in it, like a child who feels unappreciated trying to prove themselves to their father.
The relationship between these two... is indeed twisted.
"That is the magic of love that he once mentioned and highly praised."
"The magic of love?"
“That’s right!” Riddle said, increasingly smug. “It’s an ancient protective magic, where the guardian can sacrifice themselves to protect their loved ones from certain death. And I used this magic, used the great ‘love’ that Dumbledore championed, to protect my soul at the very moment the diary was destroyed.”
Come.
"Before conquering death, I conquered the 'love' that Dumbledore championed!"
Riddle burst into laughter again, his laughter so loud it shook the dark chamber as if ten Riddles were laughing simultaneously.
The laughter was so exhilarating, as if a rebellious teenager had finally triumphed over his father and proven his true feelings to him.
Levin couldn’t think of anything else that would make Riddle so proud of such a trivial matter.
The relationship between these two is indeed twisted.
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Chapter 148 The Magic of Love
"So, who cast this spell for you?"
Seeing his smugness, Levin naturally had to pour cold water on him.
"From what I understand, such powerful magic requires true love. But if I may be frank, given your current state and personality, I find it hard to imagine anyone truly falling in love with you—you didn't just trick some brainless little girl somewhere... or perhaps, a little boy?"
As if the boy had struck his deepest weakness, Riddle's voice turned sharp: "I, the great Tom Riddle, don't need such ridiculous feelings. I don't need anyone's love to have everything I want!!!"
That demeanor was clearly the impotent rage of a love-starved and prideful little boy.
Levin almost blurted out: "You're getting anxious, you're getting anxious!"
He believed that if he said something like that at that moment, Tom Riddle would rather give up the opportunity to show off than not turn against him.