I'm Really an Alchemist

"Ginny." His voice was gentle: "What are you waiting for, you don't want your life to be ruined, don't you want to be kicked out of Hogwarts?"

"That's just a Mudblood, Ginny, you are a superior pure-blood family."

Tom Riddle became more and more happy, his malicious eyes were like cold snakes, staring at Colin's terrified expression, under his bewitching, Ginny Weasley raised his wand in pain.

Well... Ginny in this time period has been completely bewitched by Voldemort.

Colin Creevey shrugged, and there was no longer a trace of panic on his face, but he looked at Tom Riddle with strange eyes.

Tom Riddle was stunned. He actually felt the other party's curiosity and joy from this gaze, as if he was an experimental product sent to his door. Such an attitude appeared on a Mudblood, which made him unbearable and angry.

"Ginny, attack!" Tom Riddle suppressed his anger and whispered in the girl's ear.

Ginny closed her eyes, swung her wand down fiercely, and the invisible spell fluctuated and was ejected.

call!

Ginny and Tom felt a gust of wind gushing out from behind, and a huge green shadow shuttled like a train, blatantly blocking the curse.

boom!

The basilisk stood in front of Colin, and with a flick of its tail, it easily sent the wave of the curse flying away. The transparent wave hit the stone wall, splashing debris immediately, and the giant wave that ignored Tom's orders The snake raised its body high and looked at the seventeen-year-old Voldemort indifferently.

"Impossible, why?"

Tom used two interrogative sentences in succession to express his confusion.

He watched the basilisk cling to the mudblood's feet obediently and affectionately, and his world view collapsed because of it.

Colin Creevey stepped on the head of the basilisk, and his body and appearance changed. What appeared in front of Ginny and Tom was a handsome young man with light red hair and a tall figure. He was wearing a dark wizard robe and smiled. Feixiao looked down at the two of them.

"Hello, Voldemort."

PS: There is another chapter tonight

Chapter 395 Chapter 37 The world line that shifts and converges

"Voldemort!?"

Ginny Weasley suddenly opened her eyes wide, cold sweat soaked her pajamas, she staggered backwards, looking at Tom Riddle's phantom in disbelief.

"How could you be a mysterious person, you can't be a mysterious person!"

Ginny repeated expectantly.

When she got this mysterious diary, she often communicated with Tom Riddle in the diary, telling her feelings.

Whether there is an annoying brother in the family.

I still adore and love Harry Potter.

Or maybe you just hate using second-hand books.

She will share happy and sad things with Tom Riddle in the diary at the first time. In the hearts of young girls, the diary is like a close friend.

He couldn't be Voldemort.

It was the Dark Lord who brought darkness and despair, and it was Harry Potter, whom he admired, and the mortal enemy he had defeated.

Tom Riddle frowned slightly, put away the gentleness in his eyes, he glanced at the girl coldly, and then looked at the black wizard on the head of the basilisk.

"who are you?"

Although things developed beyond imagination, the young Voldemort quickly calmed down.

Just as Dubois was about to say something, he saw Ginny Weasley screaming angrily. The little girl grabbed the diary on the ground and threw it at Tom, but she could only pass through the phantom.

"You've been lying to me!" she exclaimed, furiously.

Dubois shrugged: "I think you should deal with the troubles in front of you first."

Tom Riddle sneered and took out his wand, writing his name in the void.

Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Under the girl's angry eyes, he waved violently, and the blood-red words were rearranged.

I am Voldemort (I am Voldemort).

"no no..."

The girl slowly backed away, looking at the bloody red words in the void, she hugged her head, and frantically ran towards the exit of the secret room.

The green snake shadow shot out like an arrow, its huge body blocked the door of the secret room, and slowly lowered its head. The black wizard Dubois looked down at the frightened girl with a threatening light in his eyes.

"I can't let you make trouble now."

The wand fell from the robe into the palm of his hand, like a dragon coming out of water, and touched Ginny Weasley's forehead.

"Forget it all!"

There was a white gleam floating in the wand, piercing into the girl's forehead, the red-haired pure-blood wizard girl's eyes froze, and then slowly climbed up the body of the basilisk, and was sent out of the secret room.

"It's just us now."

Dubois looked at the silent Tom Riddle, he tapped his wand, and the diary on the ground flew into his hand.

The seventeen-year-old Voldemort not only looks much better than the Noseless Man, but also has a calmer personality. He can't see the impetuousness of the Noseless Man at all. Even if the Horcrux is held by an unknown wizard, he still has no resistance emotions, but calmly looked at the dark wizard.

"Aren't you worried that I'll destroy the Horcrux?"

Dubois shook his notebook.

Tom calmly said: "You even know Horcruxes, it seems that you are not an ordinary wizard... Could it be the Death Eater confidant that my future self has gathered?"

Dubois looked curiously at Tom's state.

"You are Voldemort, but you don't share Voldemort's memory?"

Tom was extremely indifferent.

"I don't need to answer your question. Our information is not equal, which is unfair."

"When will Voldemort be fair?" Dubois sneered, but he didn't continue to provoke Tom. "My name is Dubois, and I'm a dark wizard who doesn't take too much trouble."

Tom's eyes flickered a few times.

"The French wizard Dubois who stole Gringotts and made a fuss about the Ministry of Magic. Ginny Weasley told me about you."

The young Voldemort didn't go deep into this topic. He saw the basilisk crawling in from the door of the secret room, sticking to the black wizard's feet docilely. He changed the subject and asked curiously, "How did you subdue the basilisk?"

"How to subdue it?" The black wizard smiled half-smile, flicked his wand, and the giant snake statues around him seemed to come alive and hissed. "Of course it's subdued. Fantastic animals also obey the law of the jungle."

Tom suddenly understood, he folded his arms with a sneer, and looked at the dark wizard with a lot of approval in his eyes.

"Yes, whether it is the wizarding world or the Muggle world, power is always the truth. I should have thought of this earlier."

"Let me answer your previous question. I am Voldemort's seventeen-year-old soul fragment. I only have his seventeen-year-old memory and knowledge, but I am still Voldemort!"

The dark wizard's eyes flickered, and he looked at the diary in his hand with interest.

"So the souls in different Horcruxes are Voldemort in different time periods." He muttered softly.

"What did you say?" Tom Riddle didn't hear clearly.

The black wizard smiled and skipped this sensitive topic.

He operated the magic power and poured it into the diary. In an instant, Tom Riddle's illusory figure condensed a lot, and the seventeen-year-old Voldemort cast a puzzled look.

"Make a deal."

The black wizard said: "As long as you are willing to tell me how to make the Horcrux, I will help you resurrect."

No need to sneak into Dumbledore's office.

No one is more familiar with the method of making Horcruxes than Voldemort.

Voldemort's eyes became particularly strange: "You also want to make Horcruxes, and you want to live forever?"

"No." The black wizard walked slowly, his boots making a rattling sound on the wet floor, the basilisk always followed behind him, occasionally peeping at Tom's phantom with cold eyes.

If Tom Riddle's soul fragments were not stored in the diary all the time, this phantom is not a real soul, and he might also be killed by the sight of the basilisk.

"I just want to study Horcruxes."

Dubois took off the traceless stretch box at his waist and slowly took out the experimental tools. Tom watched indifferently and puzzled by the French dark wizard who arranged the secret room into an alchemy laboratory.

"Or I want to study the soul more." Dubois turned his head and said with great interest: "Don't you think it's strange, why do wizards kill people and their souls split?"

Tom's complexion changed slightly.

"Wizards don't believe in gods, they think that gods are just more powerful wizards, but there are various mythological factors in your life trajectory and historical process." As if he didn't see the change in the expression of the young Voldemort, Dubois said to himself : "Splitting the soul, this is the teaching of Christianity. Splitting the soul for the evil is to sign a contract with Satan in hell and not be able to ascend to heaven."

"There are also basilisks, which are also inextricably linked to Greek mythology."

"Is it because you don't trust the gods, or have you assumed the duties of the gods in the past?"

Dubois looked at Tom Riddle curiously.

This kind of question, Rao Tom Riddle, a top Hogwarts student, didn't know how to answer it.

Splitting the soul and making Horcruxes are ancient black magic rituals, so old that there is no record of them. Tom Riddle only found relevant information from the book "Deciphering the Cutting-Edge Dark Arts".

Facing the inquiry of the black wizard.

Tom could only change the subject abruptly.

"As long as I give you the method of making the Horcrux, you can resurrect me. Is it true?"

The dark wizard withdrew his eyes in disappointment, adjusted the experimental materials, and said indifferently: "If it's just resurrection, it's too simple. You bewitched Ginny Weasley, didn't you just want to use her vitality to resurrect yourself? "

He didn't even look at Voldemort, just threw it away, and a crimson Philosopher's Stone landed on the diary.

Tom felt a majestic life force, which was transmitted to his soul through the diary. It was a life force field far surpassing that of Ginny Weasley. His illusory figure became more and more solid, and he needed to use this power to completely revive him.

Dubois took the Philosopher's Stone.

"Wait!" Tom stopped abruptly like a charging knight, and it was extremely uncomfortable to be unable to get up or down. His eyes were focused on the Philosopher's Stone, and the previous arrogance could not be seen on his face.

"As long as you can revive me, I will teach you the art of Horcrux making!"