Hearing the familiar voice, Tom stared at the cold look that could almost kill people.

But when he turned around and looked at the old man who was still in dissipation, his face was as normal as he could see, and there was no trace of sadness and joy.

Even after a moment, a warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was a warm picture of the reunion of the grandparents and grandchildren.

The old man was amazed.

This skill in nourishing qi is truly amazing. Tom, who has obtained all the memories of his body, is no longer as immature as he was at the age of sixteen.

That's right, in his opinion, Tom at this moment is no longer the sixteen-year-old boy, nor Voldemort.

Tom is a brand new existence, deep, restrained...it can be called perfect.

He likes such mature big boys.

"Why are you here?" Tom asked tentatively.

"I've been here for hundreds of years and have been an administrator."

The old man was really like a library administrator, shuttled through the bookshelf.

"The popes may know my existence, but they may not be able to see me."

He walked to a bookshelf and stopped, accurately taking out the book that Tom had read.

After reading some pages, the old man couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

It turned out that after reading the prehistoric mystery, Tom directly tampered with the content in order to prevent others from having the opportunity to learn again.

The old man raised his arm and the text was restored immediately.

Tom narrowed his eyes, without any embarrassment of being caught on the spot. Instead, he looked at the unprepared back and wondered whether to attack.

He wanted to kill but was afraid, or he was addicted to food.

In the end, Tom still held the wand in his sleeve and did not choose to take action.

Let’s take a steady move first... let’s take a steady wave.

The old man reached out and stroked the bookshelf, as if he was stroking his lover. He did not turn around, but seemed to have eyes behind him.

Smiling:

"Don't dare to take action like this? I've been killed by Stark once, Voldemort died once, and felt his memory... I began to be afraid?

With your current state of mind, let alone me, even if you learn all the prehistoric mysteries and fight one-on-one, you will never be Stark's opponent."

"What's the point of a verbal dispute?" Tom was a little disdainful:

"Voldemort spent seventy years in the realm of magic, all the memories were in my mind.

He is not me, but I am him.

There is also the prehistoric mystery... Give me time to completely digest it. Even if Stark has the Ravenclaw ring, he will be left far behind by me."

The old man shook his head, his eyes leaped over the bookshelf, and through the wall, he seemed to see a young man, who was rushing towards here quickly.

He didn't plan to talk nonsense anymore, turned around and stared into Tom's eyes and said:

"I will save you and help you meet Death. In return, what we agreed on, Tom?"

"You asked me to ask for Elaine from Death..." Tom's mouth raised, and he raised the substitute messenger in his pocket:

"Although I don't know who this woman is, it must be very important to you?"

Tom raised his wand and pointed it at the mud doll:

"I'm grateful if you're Slytherin or not, you saved me and taught me a lot of things..."

"But it was just nonsense before." The old man looked at the mud doll and smiled, "Don't beat around the bush, just talk."

"But..." Tom smiled brightly:

"Going to meet the God of Death is also a matter of life-and-death death. I don't think the previous help is enough.

If you want to get her, you have to... add more money!"

"But we made an appointment in advance." The old man looked calm.

"Yes, I also made a vow, and those who violated it will die." Tom raised his wrist:

"But I've died many times. Do you see the traces of the pledge still exist?"

If one party repents, he will die because of breaking the oath.

Tom can be resurrected infinitely, and his vow has long been broken.

"So, what do you want?" the old man asked with his eyes raised.

"Here I kill two more people, and I'll give you something," said Tom.

"It shouldn't be difficult for you to kill Dumbledore and Stark?"

The old man raised his head and saw dark clouds hanging outside the window in the twilight, as if the storm was about to come.

He turned his head, looked at Tom, and whispered:

"What if I refuse?"

"What do you mean, you don't want this woman anymore?" Tom clenched his mud doll, his voice threatening. "Although this is a Deathly Halloween, I can destroy it with a spell."

"Not this, I'm going to change a deal." The old man shook his head, and his voice rose from the autumn wind.

“What deal?”

"I saved you and taught you the prehistoric mystery..." The old man finally did not smile for the first time, and there was a little murderous aura in his words.

"In exchange, I want you to serve... death with your body!"

Tom's pupils shrank. He wanted to wave his wand, but suddenly realized that his body could not move.

It seemed as if a nail appeared invisibly, nailing him to death.

"Tom, you are worthy of being a descendant of me, Gunter. We even have the same idea." The old man laughed and laughed loudly.

"You can tamper with these books, can't I?"

Tom was shocked and even forgot about the pain in his body.

The old man waved his arm, and he said in a ridiculous tone while summoning something:

“I was the first to discover the existence of the secret room and build the Hogwarts piping system to hide the secret room.

I also built a statue of Slytherin, and then modified the Slytherin notes and put them in it!"

"I hope that an excellent descendant can follow the legend and enter the secret room again." The old man couldn't help laughing.

"I waited like this for more than two hundred years, and Gunter was about to perish, and then you appeared.

Unfortunately, at the age of sixteen, you are too unscrupulous and just use the snake monster to remove the Muggle wizard and have not found any notes."

The old man's voice was calm and he was telling stories from the past.

"Fortunately, fifty years later, your soul will be separated from the Horcrux. Not only will you find notes, but you will also completely resurrect from the Horcrux state."

He looked at Tom and said word by word:

“It’s me who lured you to the United States and searched for the Slytherin wand!

The one who carved the prehistoric mystery on the obelisk... it was me!

I will send you to the God of Death and get a complete soul... it is me!"

The old man slowly walked to Tom and held the mud doll in his hand. He said disdainfully:

“Not me, four years ago, when you were still a Horcrux, you were killed by Stark;

Without me, you were killed by Stark a few months ago;

Without me, your body was killed in Hogwarts a few days ago, and was trapped in a blurred illusion forever!

You are worthy of negotiating with me?!"

Tom felt a strong stinging pain coming from his body, and then the words hidden under his skin, arranged in a ring shape appeared.

The symbols on the whole body, like the black iron in the furnace, first became red and then all melted.

Tom recognized that those fonts were exactly the same as the prehistoric mystery on the American obelisk.

"You think Stark has obtained the obelisk, why don't he take away the prehistoric mystery?" The old man continued to kill someone and said:

"He noticed the abnormality! Although I don't know how he judged the problem.

Fortunately, although he avoided this trap I specially prepared, you did not!"

The magic on the obelisk can completely transform Tom's body, then control him and open up connections with the underworld.

This is also the reason why he seduced Tom to search for it step by step.

The old man stuck out his right hand, clenched his five fingers, and punched Tom in the heart.

Tom felt his soul separate from his body, and he floated in mid-air.

But his soul still flashed with marks, and the symbol soon spread throughout his body.
To be continued...