Chapter 108: Nutrient-Rich Sacrifice

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Since Tom had decided to obtain clues from the Chamber of Secrets, he didn't waste time and directly took out Riddle's diary.

"Are you there, senior?"

"Not here."

Tom: ...

After a few seconds, faint words appeared in the diary, "The conversation with you earlier consumed too much of my power... I'm sorry, Tom. I might not be able to accompany you any longer..."

This scene, like the conclusion of Doraemon and Nobita, might make an ordinary wizard burst into tears, but Tom had no psychological fluctuations. He even felt that Riddle was insulting his intelligence. Who would believe that the mighty Horcrux, the Resurrection Stone, had a battery life of only three hours? If chatting could kill a Horcrux, Dumbledore would have initiated "talk therapy" long ago.

However, Tom quickly wrote in the diary, "Senior! How can I help you? What do I need to do?"

"Sacrifice some living beings to me—don't worry, you don't need to use humans." This time, the diary responded promptly, almost as fast as a real estate agent replying to a message before you sign the contract and pay.

Tom was momentarily in a dilemma: Where could he find blood offerings for Riddle? And he needed to control the quantity—not too much, to prevent Riddle from gaining too much strength, but not too little, or Riddle wouldn't be satisfied.

While he was pondering this, Tom noticed something moving in the corner. He focused and saw a cockroach!

Cockroach, a term broadly referring to insects of the order "Blattodea," commonly known as cockroaches. They were known for their tenacious vitality, and their footprints covered human activity areas. Even wizards couldn't get rid of them. In a millennium-old castle surrounded by grasslands and forests like Hogwarts, the presence of cockroaches was reasonable.

According to a conclusion drawn by biologists based on the ecological habits of cockroaches: If a global nuclear war were to occur one day, wiping out all life within the affected area, including humans and even fish, cockroaches would continue their lives! Although house-elves, castle caretakers, and all staff and students had mercilessly killed cockroaches, they were like weeds; after one batch was eliminated, another would sprout—eliminating them in a castle surrounded by grass and forest was too difficult.

Tom had an immature idea: If a powerful wizard cast a widespread "Roachifors" spell, it might alleviate the problem in the vicinity. Now that the idea had taken shape, he would persuade Dumbledore to implement it one day.

While Tom was mentally tormenting Dumbledore, he walked to the corner and then threw Riddle's diary at the cockroach. The cockroach sensed danger and tried to escape quickly, but it was enveloped in a sudden black mist emerging from the diary, disappearing in an instant.

It seemed that Riddle couldn't discern what he had just absorbed.

The diary displayed a line of text: "Although the creature just now was small, it possessed a vigorous vitality. What is it?"

"It's an ancient creature. Some scholars speculate that even if wizards disappear from the world, they won't go extinct."

"I've never heard of it. Learning is endless!" Riddle expressed some emotion.

"Oh, by the way, junior, have you heard any news about my creator, Tom Riddle? I'm curious; can you tell me his story?"

"To be honest, I haven't heard of this person," Tom wrote.

Indeed, Tom had heard of Lord Voldemort, not Tom Riddle. Voldemort's name translated directly means "thief of death" or "death thief." The Riddle diary: ...

"Now, is Professor Armando Dippet still the headmaster? I remember he was quite old during my time."

"The current headmaster is Dumbledore."

"Ah, it's him," Riddle's diary sighed, "I never expected this hypocrite to become the headmaster. Junior, you must be careful with him. He looks righteous, but he harbors many dark intentions."

"Okay, got it." Tom wrote in the diary, "By the way, senior, do you have any life ideals?"

On this topic, Riddle became more spirited, "My ideal is to stay at Hogwarts and be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor—I know quite a bit about that subject. But since Dumbledore became the headmaster, I certainly won't become a professor."

"If you were to become a professor, how would you teach?" Tom took out his notebook and quill.

"Well, I would certainly let the students understand what Dark Arts are first. If you don't know what Dark Arts are, how can you defend against them?" Riddle explained his teaching philosophy to Tom, which was no different from the methods of the young Barty Crouch.

As the conversation progressed, Riddle gradually steered the topic back to becoming stronger. "Junior, in my opinion, you still

 don't have enough power."

"Oh?" Tom responded.

"I know of a legendary place where Salazar Slytherin, one of the Hogwarts Founders, left behind a treasure! It's the rumored Chamber of Secrets!"

Tom raised an eyebrow, "I heard that only Slytherin's descendants can open the Chamber, and once opened, the opener will carry out Slytherin's will, eliminating all wizards of Muggle descent in the school."

"All those are rumors. According to my investigation, the Chamber should have some of Slytherin's notes left behind. And the condition to open the Chamber is not blood lineage, but a rare language. Don't worry about it; I can take care of that. You just need to provide me with enough blood offerings, and I can help you open the Chamber." Riddle immediately wrote a line, trying to dispel Tom's suspicions and prevent him from being skeptical about this.

Riddle's words contained immense malice. What was in the Chamber? A serpent. How would Riddle regain his strength? By absorbing life force.

What would Tom go through?

Most likely, he would become the sacrifice when the Chamber opened.

Tom replied indifferently, "Okay, it sounds great, senior. I'll go find blood offerings for you first." Then, he closed the diary.

He locked the diary in a drawer, his gaze gradually sharpening: Riddle's hidden tail was finally revealed.

Tom believed that the danger of Riddle's diary had increased, and he needed to quickly squeeze out its remaining value, then dispose of it.

Tom stood up, transformed into a unicorn to cleanse his soul, then changed back into the appearance of Lockhart. He checked himself in the mirror, ensuring there were no flaws, and walked out of the office, heading straight to the library.

Tom entered the library, a place he had visited countless times, but this time, he came as a professor.

On the first Saturday of the school year, the library was completely devoid of students, and Tom was the first visitor.

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