Cassandra stared at Tom as he kept muttering, "I want a room to hide things..."
After walking back and forth three times on the wall opposite the tapestry of the giant beating Barnabas, a door suddenly appeared on the wall. Tom curiously asked, "What is this?"
Tom patiently explained to her: "Room of Requirement, concentrate your mind and imagine the place you need, and walk through the room three times like I just did, and it will appear. Okay, Cassandra, we're going in." He pushed open the door and went in first.
Cassandra followed Tom in and found herself in a utility room full of garbage. The turbid air and thick dust made the young lady cover her mouth and nose unconsciously, frowning and asking, "What are we doing here?"
"Looking for something, the Ravenclaw diadem." Tom walked into the room without looking back.
Cassandra hurriedly followed and asked in disbelief: "Ravenclaw's Diadem? That thing really exists, hasn't it disappeared for hundreds of years? And are you sure that such a treasure is in this utility room?"
"But it does exist, and it's here," Tom answered her with certainty.
Seeing Tom so sure, Cassandra was about to ask why, but she saw Tom stopped.
"What's wrong?" Cassandra asked puzzledly.
"Found it, but you'd better stay away now. No matter what you see later, don't make any sound." Tom pointed to the pile of cargo in the distance and admonished Cassandra.
If it were anyone else, given Cassandra's personality, she might have retorted a few words, but as for Tom, she listened to the advice and found a secluded place to hide herself.
Seeing that Cassandra had hidden herself, Tom opened a box on the cabinet in front of him.
Reaching out to touch the crown inside, the soul inside seemed to be touched, and a thick black mist floated out of the crown and enveloped Tom.
"Open your soul to me, and I will teach you all the secrets of magic."
The hoarse voice of seduction echoed in the empty room.
Cassandra, hiding in the dark, followed Tom's instructions, holding the wand tightly with one hand and covering her mouth tightly with the other, for fear of making any sound.
"Okay, Tom, or Voldemort, shut up. You can only fool ghosts. Anyone with a kindergarten diploma won't be fooled." Tom's expression didn't change in the face of Voldemort's behavior, and he started with sarcasm.
The soul of Voldemort in the crown gradually gathered into a snake face. It looked coldly at the face in Tom's memory and asked with a little curiosity: "Who are you?"
Tom sneered: "Why does every Voldemort like to ask this question? The diary is like this, the ring is like this, the golden cup is like this, and now you are still like this, haha!"
"You..." For the first time, a look of fear appeared on Voldemort's snake face.
At this moment, a cry of "Ah!" suddenly came from Cassandra's hiding place.
"So there is a little mouse." The black mist of Voldemort's soul was about to cover Cassandra's direction.
Just as Voldemort was about to make a move, Tom activated the Soul Furnace in time.
The golden light entangled, covered, gathered and wrapped the black fog.
"If I let you hurt the people I brought with me, it would be a disgrace to me."
Cassandra, who was attacked because of her scream of Voldemort's name, instinctively prepared to escape. After hearing Tom's words, she stopped and couldn't help but stick her head out to check, only to see Tom bowing slightly towards Voldemort who was howling miserably in the ball of light.
"By the way, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Tom Riddle, a little wizard from the Wu Orphanage."
"Why, why do you do this? Aren't you also Voldemort?" The remnant soul of Voldemort in the light ball questioned Tom with his last strength and in an incredible tone.
Unfortunately, he could no longer wait for Tom's answer. In the mood of unwillingness and incomprehension, the consciousness of Voldemort's soul fragment dissipated in the light and ceased to exist.
Tom threw the crown in the box into the storage space, slowly picked up the purified pure white substance, and nonchalantly shouted to Cassandra in the distance: "Okay, there's no danger, you can come out now."
Cassandra came out from her hiding place and slowly approached Tom. She happened to see the substance left by Voldemort being absorbed bit by bit by Tom. She couldn't help but asked in a trembling voice, "Are you really the Dark Lord?"
Tom endured the familiar pain and smiled at Cassandra, not answering her immediately.
But in Cassandra's eyes, such a smile seemed to mean tacit consent, and the fear made the proud young lady tremble even more violently.
After absorbing the pure white substance, Tom opened the panel to check:
[Name: Tom Marvolo Riddle]
[Occupation: Wizard]
[Magic: Level 8]
[talent:
Transfiguration: 10/10
Charms: 10/10
Potions: 10/10
Herbalism: 10/10
Divination: 2/10
Alchemy: 10/10
...
Dark Magic: 10+/10]
[Special Talent: Parseltongue]
[Skills: Occlumency (passive, perfect), Wand Protection (the host's wand can block a series of tracking magic such as the Ministry of Magic Trace and Flashback Spell), Soul Furnace (can absorb specific soul substances without side effects), Silent and Wandless Casting, Apparition...]
[Magic spells: Life-taking curse Lv8, Cruciatus curse Lv8, Imperius curse Lv8, Fiery curse Lv8, Floating curse Lv8, Illuminating curse Lv8, Flying curse Lv8, Armor curse Lv8, Crushing curse Lv8....]
[Special Item: "Secrets of Advanced Black Magic" (Grindelwald's Annotation Edition), Practical Crystal (Unactivated)]
Tom closed the panel and noticed something strange about Cassandra. He asked softly, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Cassandra recovered and bowed her head in fear and respect: "Dark Lord!"
"!"
Tom forced a helpless smile and shook his head helplessly at Cassandra: "Unfortunately, I am not."
Cassandra remained respectful, with an expression that said "I understand", and obviously did not take Tom's words seriously.
Tom didn't bother explaining any more and was about to take Cassandra away when he suddenly felt a pang in his heart and stopped.
The special item that was originally dim in the system - the combat crystal suddenly appeared out of thin air in mid-air, emitting an orange light.
"What is this?" Cassandra asked Tom in surprise, but Tom had no time to answer her. The long-lost system sound rang in his mind.
"It is detected that the host's magic power level has reached level 8, and the actual combat crystal is automatically activated."
"The quest copy "Battle of Hogwarts" is automatically generated."
"Mission objective: survive for one hour. (Voldemort, whose Horcruxes have been almost destroyed and who is holding the Elder Wand, is at his weakest moment even if he is still at his peak. Please face him directly.)"
"Tip: This is the first instance in which the host will participate as the real body. Please be careful, as death will be irreversible."
"Mission objective completed. The Battle of Hogwarts will become a permanent instance. The host will have one chance to challenge it every day. The host of the permanent instance will enter with ideology. There is no penalty for failure."
"In 10 seconds, the host will be forcibly teleported."
"10!"
"9!"
"8!"
...
"2!"
"1!"
Before Tom could digest this sudden information, he felt dizzy.
Under Cassandra's astonished gaze, the orange light of the actual combat crystal formed a vortex, carrying Tom away out of thin air.