Everyday Players at Hogwarts.

Chapter 269 The True Whereabouts of the Locket
No one except Ryan knew what happened at the moment Harry destroyed the locket.

At that moment, as Harry's holy magic collided with the dark, chaotic magic of the Horcrux, a long white hand grasped the locket.

And, in the next second, an identical locket appeared in the boiler room of the Black family's house.

Even from Harry's own perspective, he thought that the locket had been purified by him.

That was three hours ago, Nottingham Forest, the Smith family's castle.

"You'll regret this!" A hissing voice came from Ryan's hand.

"I'm still alive! The great Dark Lord is still alive!" The locket was opened, and the eyes behind the two small glass windows were filled with a sense of surviving a disaster.

"Hey, are you Voldemort?" This voice suddenly awakened the Horcrux from the joy of surviving the disaster.

He turned his eyes and looked in the direction where the voice came from. It was a short witch. He breathed a sigh of relief.

However, her eyes are silver and kind of nice.

The magical power of this little witch may not be at the level that she should have at her age, but it is only at the level of a student.

As for why he escaped, this may be related to an area that has not yet been explored in the current magical world.

After all, the little devil named Harry Potter is also his Horcrux, and an unprecedented living Horcrux.

The collision of two mutually repulsive yet homologous magical powers might result in this kind of sudden reappearance.

As for why he couldn't read the little girl's mind like he could read Weasley and Malfoy, it was most likely the aftermath of the incident that had just occurred.

And just now he accidentally called himself the Dark Lord, and the memory of Voldemort he heard from the little girl was as if it had never existed and had never happened.

"Hello, my name is Tom, and you are?" said the Horcrux.

"My name is Kate, and what are you?" said the little girl.

"I'm not a thing - I mean I'm a memory," the Horcrux said with suppressed anger.

"Oh, so that's how you got here."

"This is my home." the little girl asked curiously.

"Because there are always people who don't want others to know the secrets in this box."

"I was exiled during a fight using a magic similar to Apparition," the Horcrux said in a seductive voice.

He believed that under the magic of his language, the little girl would be unable to resist approaching him, and would eventually open up to him and succumb to him.

He easily stole the heart of Ravenclaw's daughter, the thousand-year-old ghost, let alone this little girl.

He only needs to absorb the life of this little girl, gain form, and finally replace the main body to become the only Dark Lord!

"What secret?" The little girl's big silver eyes were full of curiosity.

"Maybe, maybe I can absorb the lives of other people later. This little kid is quite cute." The Horcrux who felt he had everything under control thought so.

He felt that everything was stable, and he even had the idea of ​​changing someone else to smoke.

"Come here and hold this locket. I will show you." said the Horcrux.

"Okay, Kai is having fun." A voice suddenly sounded.

It was a boundless and bottomless magical energy.

And he is in the hands of that energy master.

why?
Why did he forget this?

Why did I forget that I had introduced myself when I first showed up, and that little girl also clearly asked if I was the Dark Lord!
The Horcrux wanted to turn back, or look at the hand that held up the locket, but his soul and even his whole body refused.

It seemed that he would collapse with just one look!
How can it be!

The Horcrux of the greatest wizard in the world today would be afraid of a wizard who doesn't sound that great!
impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
"Is this the food that can make Jerry grow up?" the little girl said innocently.

"Yes Kate," said the owner of the energy voice.

"Hello, I am Voldemort's Horcrux." "I know most of the magical knowledge in this world."

"Whoever you are, that Jerry is some magical creature."

"I think nothing is as important as my knowledge."

"As long as you let me go, I will tell you everything I know." The Horcrux said flatteringly.

As Voldemort's Horcrux, he also inherited Voldemort's fear of death.

Faced with such a powerful wizard like Ryan, he didn't dare to risk his own life to demonstrate the dignity of the Dark Lord.

"No, I think Jerry is more important," the voice said mercilessly.

Then, a cat's meow suddenly sounded.

However, the Horcrux felt the threat of death from this sound, as if it had encountered its natural enemy.

He looked towards the direction where the cat's cry came from and saw a kitten the size of a palm.

No, that's not a cat!

It is a flame that consumes everything!

The spirit of Fiendfyre!
This is definitely not life that can be born naturally!

No, don't come over!

Don't come over here!
The Horcrux wanted to beg for mercy from the owner of the flame.

But he was surprised to find that he couldn't 'speak' anymore!

The black cat was getting closer and closer, and what finally appeared in his eyes was a tongue full of barbs.

From Ryan and Kate's perspective, the kitten Jerry approached the locket and licked it, and the eyes in the two glass windows in the locket disappeared.

Jerry the kitten had grown a little bigger. He meowed contentedly and rubbed his head against Ryan's calf.

"Ryan, is this Voldemort?"

"Why don't you keep him and play with him?" Kate said disappointedly.

"What do you think Voldemort is?" Ryan picked up Jerry and lay him in mid-air, as if there was an invisible sofa behind him.

"The most dangerous and terrifying dark wizard in the nineteenth century, no, in history." Kate said.

"What about Grindelwald?" Ryan said dissatisfiedly.

He felt that, Voldemort, the part of his soul that held the locket had died too easily.

"Is Grindelwald a dark wizard?"

"He just failed." Kate looked puzzled.

"Okay, but Kate, Kate, you should be able to see from Voldemort's behavior of creating Horcruxes how ignorant, bold, and afraid of death he is."

"Especially since he actually made more than one Horcrux."

"Tear your soul to pieces," Ryan said sarcastically.

As a descendant of the god of death, Tom Riddle was born to be the royal family of the afterlife.

Although the world after death is said to be equal, there are classes wherever there are people.

Tom, whose surname is Gaunt, the first descendant of the god of death, is actually afraid of death?
And Tom also had the right of inheritance at the beginning, although in Ryan's "thinking", Potter, the direct descendant of the second generation of the God of Death, had the best chance.

In Ryan's "Thinking", the afterlife relies on will and soul.

There is not much difference between wizards and Muggles. Wizards can just wander between life and death, and have the right to refuse death and turn into ghosts to stay in the world.

But Tom Riddle cut off one of his feet in the afterlife when he was alive - his soul. How ignorant he was. He would understand it when he died.

(End of this chapter)