As his own body, the senior and the elder brother, Voldemort collapsed overnight, bringing countless life experiences to Riddle.

He tastes it, he tastes it carefully, the biggest lesson is: Don’t use Avadassauerk against Porter!

It is not unreasonable that this spell is forbidden to use... He would not have fallen to such a level if he could listen to the Ministry of Magic's warning.

In addition, there is another point: violence and fear cannot solve all problems.

At the peak of Voldemort, those servants were respectful; once they lost their strength, the Death Eaters immediately dispersed.

Almost no one thought about finding him, otherwise he would not have been wandering outside for twelve years.

This is the price of high-pressure policies and terrorism. Not only the enemy is afraid of him, but even his subordinates are afraid of him.

If it were the first Dark King Grindelwald, how would those believers go crazy to welcome him after he loses his power?

Violence cannot solve everything, and sometimes it depends on the power of personal charm and language.

Riddle is different from Voldemort. He is a sixteen-year-old soul and is good at these things.

He decided to pick up the traditional skills that Voldemort lost, bewitch people's hearts again, and form a new team.

A more reliable team!

Petr is the one he wants to win over at the moment!

The diary left Ron and entered Lockhart's hand, and it was Petr who helped.

In the initial plan, Riddle wanted to manipulate Ron and handed over the diary to Lockhart, but Ron's abnormality attracted Peter's attention.

He took the initiative to contact the diary.

Riddle suddenly discovered that there was such an interesting existence next to Dumbledore!

But Peter, a little dwarf, is a fence-bearer and only cares about his own life and death.

Riddle decided to use his eloquence, his eloquence, and his infectiousness to completely make the dwarf loyal to him.

Riddle walked to Peter, patted his shoulder, and said softly:

"Peter, although you call me Master, I never think I am your Master.

You helped me during my most difficult time. You are my friend, brother, and trusted subordinate.

I am not Voldemort, I am Riddle... Although I have the same soul as him, we are different after all, you feel it, right?"

Riddle raised his right hand and signaled Peter to feel his hot soul. Peter hesitated for a moment, nodded, and poked out a pair of fat, ugly hands.

Old dark room,

A middle-aged greasy old man,

Shaking hands,

Touching the blonde man's chest intoxicatedly.

"It's really different, master."

The dwarf kept stroking Lockhart's chest, with an expression of excitement on his face.

The young man in front of him is really different from the Dark Lord.

The Dark King can only: "Idiot, damn, Avadassoft..."

Never pat others on the shoulder gently, and smile so brightly.

"Peter, I have pity for you." Riddle moved a little away from the dwarf.

"I have been hiding in a mouse for twelve years, and have not lived a good life, and have not felt the warmth of love. Who caused this situation?"

"Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore? It's Voldemort himself!"

"Look, he can't even beat a baby, and he will implicate you subordinates! This is my future, my body, the incompetent Voldemort."

"It shouldn't be like this." Riddle touched the bald head with pity.

“Suffering is not the Death Eater, and hardship is never our goal.

When you are in a state of pain, who hears your sob?

Where is Voldemort?

I hate him just as much as you, and he abandoned me and exiled me to the diary for fifty years! We both sympathize with each other."

Riddle stared straight into Peter's eyes.

"I know, Peter, you like to rely on the strong. The stronger the existence, the closer you like to get.

You will ask yourself, ‘What are the benefits of following this young man in front of you… He is no match for the evilest devil, nor is he a match for Dumbledore’…”

“Don’t forget, because of your snitch, Voldemort lost most of his power, and the Death Eaters of Azkaban wished they could kill you;

Because of your betrayal, the Porters and his wife died. If Dumbledore knew the truth, he would want to kill you."

"I'm different. I won't kill you, I will trust you and treat you as my best subordinate, because you gave me... help in my most difficult time."

Riddle's voice became gentler.

“I don’t want to give you too many verbal promises, but you have to remember a little bit, Peter.

Voldemort is my future. I have the same talent as him. I have the guidance of Slytherin... I will soon be as strong as him!"

“Times have changed!

The future is not Dumbledore's, not Voldemort's, mine.

Of course, it could be ours!”

"Don't you know who you should be loyal to?!" Riddle asked softly.

He took Lohart's wand and drew a black flame around him to form a horizontal line.

"Peter, join me through the flames. Make an unbreakable oath to me and swear allegiance to me."

Peter was hesitating, he was silent.

After a long silence, he finally plucked up the courage to penetrate the flames.

Riddle hugged the little dwarf. He touched the little dwarf's face and said happily:

"Good, I will save you from the curse of death, and I will lead you to a future that brings eternal immortality."

"Where are we going to leave Hogwarts, then master?" Peter asked carefully.

Riddle shook his head, "No, Peter, I need you to stay for the time being."

The dwarf star stood there in a daze.

"Listen to me, it's not that I don't want to take you away. I've planned a school year and done so many things, Dumbledore won't let me go, he will keep track of me," Riddle said.

"I will not die. I have conquered death, but you are different. I don't want to sacrifice you when you are pursued. You have more important tasks."

"What mission?"

"…At the right node, I ask you to leave Hogwarts, find Voldemort, and find my body!"

"What?" Peter shook his head in fear again. "Master, he will kill me, he will definitely kill me..."

"No." Riddle's voice became very gentle again.

"I know his status better than you... He must be hiding in a certain corner now, trembling, waiting for others to save him."

"You appear in front of him, because he will not believe you because of the incident back then. But after finally a Death Eater is willing to find him, he will not kill you, nor will he torture you."

"I need you to be a spy for me and monitor him!" Riddle's voice echoed in the room.

"I can't..."
Chapter completed!