The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Ever since, they seemed to be reminded.

After Riddle watched Albus leave with an indifferent face, they floated in the darkness and retreated from the Pensieve, and Cyrus was the first to react.

"Then Voldemort's Horcruxes will revolve around his character!" he said.

Yes, Tom Riddle was like this when he was a child. Even if the trophies were just harmonicas, needlework and other gadgets, he would collect them as trophies.

Because it is representative to him.

Then according to the inference, Voldemort will not just find another thing to carry his torn soul. Similarly, things will probably be in a circle: objects that are valuable or representative to themselves.

Dumbledore nodded, looking at the two students in front of him in thought for a moment.

"You know, when I saw you for the first time, the first thing I thought of was Tom, and you have seen his ability, it is amazingly mature and perfect...he will not be like other young wizards... "

It will not use abilities indiscriminately, but will consciously control them.

While other little wizards are still immersed in the excitement or fear of "special abilities", Tom has been able to use magic to intimidate, curse and even control others.

For example, the rabbit who was hanged in the orphanage by him, and the story of the boy and girl who was tricked into the cave and injured can illustrate the problem.

Harry didn't dare to speak, but silently refuted the headmaster in his heart:

Wrong, Cyrus is nothing like Tom Riddle.

"Your talent is even higher than Tom's. I think every night, is it going to repeat the same mistakes? Maybe I'm lucky. After I changed my attitude, I found that you are different from Tom"

In front of Cyrus, Dumbledore admitted his preconceptions.

"Changed attitude?" Cyrus was a little confused listening to his incomprehensible words.

"Yes, you also saw it when I was young. At that time, I defeated the most powerful dark wizard, so I was a little arrogant, and I had more personal emotions in some things...but that's all for later."

This is not something that can be explained in one night.

Cyrus could understand Professor Dumbledore's caution, but he was completely different from Tom Riddle, so he would not be angry about it, and even thanked the principal and vice-principal for their attention.

This is how he differs from Riddle:

Riddle would be uncomfortable with the attention, thinking he was born to be different.

Cyrus doesn't have Riddle's cruel, domineering nature, so he takes satisfaction from the attention and help of others.

"Then the ring of the Gaunt family, for Riddle, is a sign of his abandonment of Muggle blood?" Cyrus shifted the topic away from himself, and glanced at the ring on the table.

What a big joke, the lunatic who was used as a weapon by the pure blood family is actually a mixed blood!

"That's right, then the remaining few are probably meaningful to him..."

Harry and Cyrus looked at each other, and an answer came up instantly the moment Dumbledore's affirmative voice fell.

The two exhaled the answer in unison:

"Slytherin's locket?!"

The locket was also a treasure of Salazar Slytherin, not to mention that it was a relic of Voldemort's mother, it would certainly not let this thing go if it paid so much attention to the lineage of the Gaunt family.

And that diary carried the memories of Voldemort's student days.

The diary is Voldemort's time at Hogwarts, while the Gaunt ring and the Slytherin locket are Voldemort's splits in blood.

"Very likely..." Dumbledore nodded slightly, and said softly, "In fact, I have already found a little clue about the locket, and it has something to do with the Black family"

"What! That dirty lunatic also brought in the noble Black family?!"

Principal Black on the wall suddenly opened his eyes and shouted angrily. He got up from the seat and ran out of the photo frame. He must have been connected by the portrait and ran back to Black's ancestral house to find out.

Just when Cyrus was about to say something, Dumbledore shoved them both.

"Okay, two kids, it's time to go to bed~"

Cyrus got up to go out, and walked towards the Hufflepuff lounge in the dark corridor. He was thinking about Voldemort's choice on the Horcrux, but because he knew very little, there was nothing except the locket.

So far, only three...

Cyrus and Hermione took the opportunity to share Voldemort's message with her the next morning while they were enjoying breakfast in the courtyard during her herbalism improvement class.

"So, after Voldemort came back this time, he went crazy because he wanted to take revenge with his pure blood?" Hermione gave the same guess based on the minister's analysis, "No wonder he did whatever he wanted..."

Voldemort acted like a madman, completely without plan.

Except for the ultimate goal, it can't calculate or guess its next move at all. One moment it was arresting some wizards with inheritance, and the next second it launched an attack on the Muggle world.

For those dark creatures, Voldemort's promise is only: Do whatever you want, just listen to me.

"Voldemort still wants to hide his own life experience, but pure blood is just using it with a gun"

Just as Cyrus thought, after the Grindelwald incident, the wizarding world fell into a brief peace, and peace meant development, which meant lower income for pure-blood families.

So they used the concept of pure blood to indulge Voldemort, who already cared about blood.

Most of the ordinary people were killed or injured, and those who benefited were the ancient families who sat behind the Ministry of Magic.

Voldemort went completely crazy in the struggle, so he launched a mad revenge on both sides...Anyone who makes him unhappy, kill him!Muggle, kill!Do not follow your own mixed blood, kill!

Apart from its longevity plan, it doesn't care about other things anymore.

"That's why Professor Dumbledore saw it through, and he wanted us to destroy the "Secrecy Act". He wanted Harry to kill Voldemort, and let us destroy the 'zoo' controlled by pure blood," Cyrus said.

When the two were walking towards the conservatory, Hermione suddenly remembered an important thing.

"Professor Slughorn is throwing a Yule Ball..."

"The prime minister still has an invitation." Cyrus said reassuringly, "Tell him, we don't have that much time~"

"You can think of it, how could I not think of it?" Hermione rolled her eyes, frowning and pouting, "but Slughorn said this time that the prom time is before we leave school... damn it again prom..."

And this is not the same as the prime minister, it is to let the two know some military and social bachelors.

Slughorn's little ball was purely for entertaining his favourites.

"Wait...I suddenly thought of something. As a genius, Tom Riddle, wouldn't Slughorn know him when he was a student?" Cyrus suddenly brought the two together amidst Hermione's complaints. linked together.

The professor likes to curry favor with every student who has a little achievement, or has a powerful family.

So even if Dumbledore has to admit that Tom Riddle is "extraordinarily talented", even if Slughorn has never seen it, he must have heard of it, right?

Cyrus hugged Hermione and just whimpered.

"Thanks for the reminder! My dear Majesty the Empress~"

Hermione blushed a little at his unprepared 'baji'. She wore dragon leather gloves shyly, and bumped into Cyrus under the eyes of Mandy and Lisa watching the play.

"What... what! This is not in the office~"