Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Like the dreadful Resurrection Stone, Voldemort’s tears were nothing but crocodile tears, false compassion!

This is an old proverb; well known that crocodiles possess both a fierce and brutal aspect as well as a cunning and deceitful one.

When they spy their prey, be it humans, animals, or fish, they often shed tears, pretending to be sympathetic, lulling you into a false sense of security, making you lose vigilance against their sudden attack, and thus getting devoured ferociously when you are defenseless.

They greedily feast while hypocritically shedding tears without end.

Horcruxes had consciousness. Evan could confirm that the fragment of soul inside this ring must be ecstatic now.

Because it had discovered that its prey was none other than Dumbledore, the person it had longed to kill.

It was even possible that this magic was specifically arranged for Dumbledore, which was why this ring was left here.

Voldemort must have calculated correctly that after the war began, Dumbledore would explore the secrets of the Horcruxes and find this place.

Based on his experience with Dumbledore, he took advantage of human nature and arranged a magic for Dumbledore that he could not resist at all.

Everyone had a weakness, and Ariana was Dumbledore’s weakness.

In Voldemort’s plan, when Dumbledore put his hand deep into the mouth of the bone snake, he would definitely die.

It was terrifying; this was a ploy by a fifteen-year -old boy who didn’t need that much strength to kill Dumbledore.

Fortunately, Voldemort had now lost his greatest weapon due to the splitting of his soul.

If he were still as cunning as he was when he was a student, no one, not even Dumbledore, could defeat him.

“Hold on, Professor!” Evan shouted.

This time, Dumbledore seemed to hear Evan’s voice.

He stopped, turned his head and glanced at Evan confusedly, but only for a moment.

He still seemed unable to see Evan, and immediately turned back to stare at the Resurrection Stone, looking at Ariana who did not exist, talking to her, and reaching out to the ring.

“Damn it!” Evan took out the tattered Sorting Hat from his arm as quickly as possible.

It was his turn to take action. He could not let Dumbledore touch the ring. He had to destroy it.

With this in mind, Evan reached into the hat, and immediately, he felt the grip of Gryffindor’s sword.

He took it out, and the ruby ​​on the hilt shimmered in the fluorescent light.

Evan wanted to break the ring into pieces and destroy this Horcrux before it was too late.

As if aware of his thoughts, the next second, the ring protruded and let out a terrible wailing sound.

The darkness became deeper and deeper, and in an instant, all of Dumbledore’s blood that fell on the ring was absorbed.

“It won’t work. He is immersed in his own sorrow and will not be awakened by you!” A voice said to Evan.

Evan saw a vague outline appear in front of him, disappearing and reappearing, and gradually became clear through the repetition. This was a tall boy with black hair, pale face, but very handsome, as if looking at him through a foggy window, sometimes near, sometimes far, very unstable.

“Tom Riddle!” Evan took a deep breath. He actually came out of the ring!

It was too bad, he was absorbing Dumbledore’s powers, and it was the blood that made him corporeal!

Evan had already destroyed so many Horcruxes but had only encountered him in Riddle’s diary.

Because he got power from Ron at that time, he had never communicated with Voldemort’s Horcruxes again. But Dumbledore was obviously a much more powerful wizard than Ron, and just some blood could have this effect.

“Oh, you know me,” said Tom Riddle in an interested tone, and then looked back at Dumbledore. “This is not surprising, since you came here with Professor Dumbledore. You should know something.”

“I know far more than you think,” said Evan. “Shut up now, I will destroy you!”

Although Riddle’s shadow came out, he couldn’t do anything. The power of those few drops of blood was not enough to restore his strength to use magic.

There was no Basilisk for him to control here. He could only watch Evan destroy this Horcrux.

“So, how many Horcruxes have been destroyed, then?” Tom Riddle said calmly, but a hint of panic flashed across his face as he saw Evan unmoved, determined to use Gryffindor’s sword. “Listen, kid, I think we should lay down our weapons and have a proper talk instead of rushing to destroy me. I don’t know what happened, but obviously, our original arrangement has been discovered by you! I’ve told him before, splitting the soul into pieces and tossing them around like trash is a stupid idea. The main soul just discards us like garbage, and then we’re destroyed one by one…”

“I don’t see what’s good about talking to the devil!” said Evan, walking to the ring and raising his sword high.

“Stop!” Tom Riddle screamed, flashing in front of Evan, he said quickly, “I don’t want to disappear, I can help you, no matter what you ask for, I can promise you, whatever you need, wealth, power or authority?!”

“How unoriginal!” said Evan, bringing down Gryffindor’s sword forcefully.

In fact, he had already obtained everything he needed from another incarnation of Tom Riddle’s.

Because it was Voldemort’s first Horcrux, the Riddle in front of him was younger than the one in the diary and looked more immature.

But the danger was the same, and Evan never doubted this.

“Stop, I want to talk to Professor Dumbledore!”

“You want to talk to Professor Dumbledore?” Evan finally paused at his scream.

The shadow became more unstable and seemed likely to disappear at any moment.

“Yes, and keep that damn sword of yours away from the ring,” he said angrily. “No matter which one I am, I don’t want to be destroyed.”

“Fine, then release the magic on Professor Dumbledore now, no tricks,” said Evan cautiously. “Don’t tell me you can’t do it, and don’t make me touch that ring. Otherwise, I’ll show you how much I’ve progressed since four years ago.”

“You fool; I’m just a memory, a soul without substance. Do you even understand what that means? You’re not doing anything, how do you expect me to lift the magic on him, just by thought?” Tom Riddle said angrily, far from his initial composure.

“If that’s the case, then I’m sorry!” said Evan, raising Gryffindor’s sword again. “When the professor recovers, I will talk to him about you. By the way, what should I call you, young Voldemort or fifteen-year-old Tom Riddle?”

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