"V, volt!" Ron was trembling all over, he flinched back for a while, and shouted palely, "You're Tom Riddle!"
Ron was so familiar with Tom Riddle in front of him, he spent more than half of his nightmarish second year dealing with him.
In the end, he controlled him to release the basilisk and do so many terrible things.
In a sense, Tom Riddle is even scarier than Voldemort.
"You know me? It seems that you have been in contact with other me." Riddle said, looking at Ron, "It's not surprising, I felt the power from the main body, not long ago, you came into contact with him However, the magic power he left in you awakened me."
"Wake, wake up," said Ron tremblingly.
"That's right, in this place, just four years ago, I entered your body, but I have been unable to contact you. During those long years, I didn't get any supplements, I was weak, The magic power of the Sorcerer's Stone left by Gryffindor is far beyond my imagination. I can't control it and absorb its power. I become weaker and weaker and lose all my strength. I thought that one day I would be so Disappeared, I have to admit that my original idea was a bit risky, relying on only one magic to control the Philosopher’s Stone, I failed until I met you! I didn’t have a chance to appear until my body gave me magic power again.”
"I don't understand what you're talking about!"
"You are too weak, even if a magic enters your body, you can't feel it." Riddle said slowly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "It's really pitiful, but I can help you, help you gain strength, help you Know all this. Now, tell me your name."
"Ro, Ron Weasley." Ron didn't want to answer at first, but under Riddle's gaze, he answered the other party's question uncontrollably.
"Weasleys, so you're still a pureblood, that's great, I hate mudbloods!" Riddle said slowly, with a hint of greed in his eyes, "Purebloods should be better than muggles and mudbloods." Kindness is noble, we are born superior, Ron! Do you agree with me? You are lucky, as a pure blood, you were chosen by the great Voldemort! What do you want? I will give you more than you can imagine Power, power, wealth, as long as you want, I can satisfy you."
"No, no, go away, I don't want anything, don't try to tempt me!" Ron shouted, waving his wand and a red light flashed past.
With a slight wave of his hand, Riddle easily dispelled his magic.
"Poor spell, is this your strength? You will agree, Ron, I can see your heart, you are not willing to be ordinary, only I can help you."
"Go away, Riddle, you can't seduce me anymore! I know what you are, you are a Horcrux!"
"It kind of surprises me that you know about Horcruxes!" Riddle said.
"I know everything, you can't fool me this time, and I won't be fooled again!" Ron issued another spell.
The spell hit Riddle, but did him no harm.
"There is no power in your magical magic, you don't know what real power is, just like you don't know what a Horcrux is." Riddle walked towards Ron unhurriedly, "Soul A device, it can help people get immortality, how fascinating, do you want immortality, Ron?"
"No, don't come here!" Ron flinched back.
"Don't lie to me, Ron, your heart has betrayed you. You want power, you want immortality, you want to excel in immortality. I can help you, and only I can help you. Without my help, these You will never get something in your life." Riddle's voice was full of delusion, "Don't deceive yourself because of that ridiculous prejudice, there is no hatred between me and you, I am here to help you. Face up to your own desires, Luo Well, say it out loud that you want it. Come on, Ron, merge with me, and you'll be the great Lord Voldemort's Horcrux, a Horcrux like no other, and you'll be immortal."
"Ah, what the hell are you?" Ron felt like he was breaking down, he was going crazy.
"I am the soul of Voldemort, a piece of soul that has been separated from the main soul. Only when the container is found can it be called a real Horcrux. Now that I have found it, the container is you! This is your chance, Luo Well, surrender to me, and we shall be one, and you and Voldemort shall be one."
"No!" Ron gasped, with strong pressure squeezing him from all directions.
All the scenes in front of him began to distort, the centaur temple, the piled up corpses, and the figure of Tom Riddell.
They twisted, screamed, and merged with Ron's shouts, and the whole world fell into madness.
"No, no, get out, get out!" Ron suddenly yelled ferociously, waving the wand in his hand and casting spells.
"You will accept me, Ron, only I can help you, and you will help me gain the power beyond the imagination of the world"
"No!"
When Ron woke up, he was drenched in sweat.
He stared blankly ahead and remembered having a very, very terrible nightmare.
What is the specific content, but he can't remember!
That terrible dream, the monster that appeared in the dream
No one saw that behind Ron's sweaty neck, a black Dark Mark flashed past.
Three days have passed since the diversion operation ended.
These days, members of the Order of the Phoenix have been coming in and out of the Burrow, delivering news.
They took Moody the water eyed man out and looked for a professional therapist to treat him.
Ron woke up in the middle of the next night. He seemed to be frightened by this incident, and kept yelling there. When he regained his composure, he told everyone that he had a very long and terrible nightmare, but But he couldn't remember the content of the nightmare. He repeated the dream repeatedly, and was even too scared to sleep.
Ivan is not sure if this is due to the influence of magic, most people will also become like this when they are greatly frightened.
What he can be sure of is that there is absolutely no black magic such as the Imperius Curse affecting Ron.
Poor Ron, the advice given by the therapist is to let him rest more and stop the shock in the short term.
Ivan, Harry, and Hermione also tried their best to accompany him. After a few days, he finally recovered, but occasionally he would be alone in a daze with a melancholy expression.
He was in a bad mood, and so was Harry, who had been blaming himself for what had happened to Moody, Ron, and George, as well.
Even as Bill and Fleur's wedding draws closer, an inexplicable mood hangs over the Burrow.
After that night, Voldemort and the Death Eaters all disappeared again, and no one knew what they were planning.
Calm and uneasy, just like the calm before the storm, but the low air pressure makes people speechless.