After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

Ever since Tom Riddle gained consciousness, he found himself in a strange, completely blank space.

There was no color, sound or object here, only endless paleness and silence.

He spent a long time in this void in a daze, and the length of time was so long that even his once clear memories gradually became blurred.

He couldn't help but wonder if he was imprisoned here by some mysterious and powerful magic.

After trying hard to recall, the last image that emerged in his mind was him carefully teaching Severus how to perform flying magic.

Severus...that child is undoubtedly a rare genius.

Whether it was his talent and enthusiasm for the Dark Arts, or judging from the information he had obtained from his private investigations, this boy, who had a similar unfortunate childhood experience as himself, would surely achieve extraordinary and brilliant achievements in the field of the Dark Arts and Potions in the future.

He was a little worried about Severus, whom he had high hopes for.

Maybe it was some kind of transference effect? He always wanted to be nicer to that person.

However, at this moment, he was trapped in this strange and inexplicable space, helpless and unable to do anything.

Tom Riddle was unwilling to sink into depravity, so he always tried to concentrate all the magic power in his body, hoping to use his own powerful strength to break through the constraints imposed on him by this white space.

Unfortunately, the magic wand he relied on to cast magic was not with him, but he still firmly believed that with his deep and powerful magical foundation, he would be able to find a way to break through the current difficult situation.

As Tom Riddle tried tirelessly and persistently again and again, gradually, the originally silent and seemingly unchanged space began to show slight fluctuations.

The fluctuation was very weak at first, just like a tiny stone gently thrown into a calm lake, but it was enough to cause ripples.

Suddenly, an extremely faint light appeared like a twinkling star in the night sky.

Tom Riddle's heart suddenly shook, and joy instantly surged in his heart.

He adjusted his posture without hesitation and ran towards the direction of the light at lightning speed.

The light became brighter and brighter as he got closer, like a beacon guiding a lost person in the darkness, or like a call full of temptation and magic.

When Tom Riddle finally approached the light, he felt his body suddenly become lighter, as if he had passed through a thin, transparent film. This wonderful feeling made him both excited and nervous.

However, just after he successfully passed through the "membrane", the scene before him shocked him.

Two unfamiliar faces suddenly came very close to him, so close that he could almost feel each other's breath.

One of them belonged to a silver-haired man, his face covered with hideous sutures, giving people a creepy feeling.

The other one belonged to a man with dark green hair. Even with Tom Riddle's picky eyes, he had to admit that the man's appearance was stunning.

Tom Riddle, who had not yet recovered from his shock, had never expected to encounter such a situation.

Just when his mind went blank, a huge torrent of memories rushed into his mind like a broken dam.

These fragments of memory came flooding back, disorganized but incredibly clear:

Voldemort... the splitting of the soul... the much-anticipated prophecy... the much-anticipated savior... Lily Potter... the magic of love... Quirrell... Malfoy...

Countless characters and events intertwined and entangled in the depths of his consciousness, leaving him overwhelmed.

He was like a bystander, bearing the impact of the memories that came like a tide with a splitting headache.

At the same time, he looked at this fool in his memory who was similar to yet different from himself with a cold and indifferent look, watching "himself" step by step towards despair.

As time went by, Tom Riddle finally broke free from the chaotic and dizzying vortex of memories and regained some clarity.

However, when he tried to move his body again, he was shocked to find that he seemed to be firmly imprisoned by an invisible force and could not move at all.

This feeling of restraint suddenly caused a strong feeling of disgust to arise in his heart - he, the dignified Dark Lord, had fallen to such a state!

It must have been done by those two people, I don't know what their purpose was...

But what he found most unbelievable was that that "self" later became so stupid and hopeless.

Is not it?

Just because of a vague prophecy, he lost his mind and went after the so-called "enemy" at all costs.

How could a baby still in swaddling clothes have the ability to defeat the Dark Lord?

Do I have to rely on the child's ability to cry or wet the bed?

I really don’t know what to say!

At that time, Tom Riddle, who was young and energetic and had not yet lost his mind like Voldemort, had only made a diary.

At this stage, it was naturally difficult for him to understand the actions of Voldemort.

He was particularly puzzled by Voldemort's brutal treatment of his followers.

In his eyes, the art of controlling subordinates should be flexible and tense. If he blindly adopts a high-pressure policy, it will only make those fox-like pure-blood wizards drift further and further away from him, and eventually fall apart.

Not only that, Tom Riddle really couldn't understand why he had to kill a helpless baby himself.

Could it be that his loyal and capable subordinates have become mere decorations?

As a leader, you should sit back and control the overall situation instead of charging into battle yourself.

Thinking of this, Tom Riddle secretly cursed Voldemort's foolish behavior in his heart.

At the same time, he did not let his magic power stop, but released it all and carefully explored the surrounding environment.

He tried to find a way to break free from what was holding him back.

After some careful perception, he realized that the thing that was imprisoning him seemed to be some kind of power that was not magic.

This restraint had two layers, one of which was like a tightly wound cocoon, trapping him firmly inside.

And the outer layer prevented him from absorbing magic power and detecting the situation outside.

Tom Riddle was filled with resentment. There was no doubt that the culprit for this terrible situation must be the mess left behind by that stupid Voldemort.

When he thought of this, his anger grew even more intense.

I have always been extremely intelligent and have always been able to plan everything out, but now I have to clean up the mess for this loser. This is simply a great shame and humiliation!

After many attempts, he found that he was not completely unable to mobilize the magic power in his body. It was just that every time he tried to use the magic power, there would always be a powerful force sweeping over like a surging tide, abruptly blocking his possibility of further action.

It was as if a pair of invisible giant hands were wrestling with him fiercely.

The blocking force is as indestructible as a solid wall of iron and steel. If one wants to break through the current predicament, one must accumulate unimaginable powerful energy and burst out at the critical moment to completely defeat these obstacles.

However, with his current strength, he is obviously far from achieving this goal.

During this boring time, Tom Riddle began to calm down and carefully sort out the complicated memories that had just flooded into his mind like a tide.

The first is the puzzling boy who is respected by everyone as the "savior" - Harry Potter.

Riddle always had doubts about this so-called son of prophecy.

After all, what kind of earth-shaking changes can a newborn baby cause?

The mysterious prophecy that came with Harry Potter's birth must have been filled with a lot of falsehoods that were difficult to verify.

Thinking back to Voldemort, Riddle couldn't help but sneer.

It was ridiculous that Voldemort would force himself into a desperate situation because of such a prophecy whose authenticity was unknown. Not only did his body end up being destroyed, but he was even left with only two or three kittens by his side.

Look at those Death Eaters who were once loyal to Voldemort. Due to the brutal rule of their master, they have long been living in fear like frightened birds.

Today's Death Eater organization has collapsed from within and no longer has the glory of the past.

However, Riddle was not worried about this.

As long as he could successfully escape from the current predicament and regain his freedom, then with his outstanding wisdom and extraordinary magic, it would not be an unattainable dream for him to regroup and make a comeback.

A sneer unconsciously appeared on Tom Riddle's lips.

He tried his best to suppress the strong desire to break free from the restraints deep in his heart.

The more critical the moment, the more he needed to remain calm and composed. He was like an experienced and wise hunter, lying in wait patiently, quietly waiting for the perfect opportunity to succeed in one fell swoop.

However, through observation of his own situation and analysis of the information he received, Tom Riddle has realized that the creation of Horcruxes is not as perfect as he originally imagined.

It will cause the producer to gradually slide into the abyss of madness without realizing it.

In this case, the grand plan that originally hoped to achieve immortality with the help of Horcruxes obviously needs to be carefully reconsidered.

The most urgent thing is to find out the specific situation you are in as soon as possible.

After he received the memories, all he could perceive was the endless darkness around him.

He was placed in an airtight container and completely lost his direct access to the external environment.

Although the current situation seemed helpless, it did not affect Tom Riddle's fast-paced brain at all.

A temporary predicament does not mean a permanent desperate situation. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, we must never give up thinking about how to deal with it.

He could only take things one step at a time. Although he couldn't do anything now, the person who trapped him wouldn't let him stay in this state forever.

Various conspiracy theories played out in Tom Riddle's mind.

He once thought that everything in the world was under his control and the development of anything could not escape his eyes.

But now, this world, which is both strange and somewhat familiar, is filled with countless unknown factors and unpredictable variables.

No matter how stupid he was, he realized that he was already more than ten years later.

Tom Riddle certainly realized an astonishing fact - perhaps he was also a part of Voldemort's soul.

However, no matter what, Tom Riddle found it difficult to accept such an identity because deep down in his heart he never felt that he was just a soul.

Although he did have all of Voldemort's memories intact, the feeling of a soul connection with Voldemort was completely non-existent.

On the contrary, his soul exists completely independently in this world, as if it has nothing to do with Voldemort.

Just as Tom Riddle's mind was in a mess and his thoughts were all over the place, he suddenly became keenly aware that the mysterious force that had been binding and trapping him and was able to isolate him from magic and perception began to loosen.

Immediately afterwards, the surging magic power from the outside world and the vast amount of complex information poured into his consciousness like a tide.

Tom Riddle found himself inside a small, enclosed box.

It was this seemingly ordinary box that exerted an unimaginable magical effect, completely blocking all his exploration and perception of the outside world.

Not only that, he also discovered that his soul was trapped in a crystal clear crystal ball and could not move at all.

Despite the situation, Tom Riddle remained calm and composed.

He looked through the crystal ball and saw a face that looked very familiar to him.

That conspicuous and iconic platinum hair, that face that appeared in Voldemort's memory.

It was Draco Malfoy, the grandson of his former best friend Abraxas Malfoy and the son of his capable subordinate Lucius Malfoy.

This child, who made Voldemort feel wary, exuded a strange and disturbing energy fluctuation from his whole body.

This mysterious power made Voldemort keenly aware of the potential threat from the other party and tried to eliminate him.

Tom Riddle vaguely caught some clues about the uniqueness of the Malfoy family through the fragments of Voldemort's memory.

However, the extremely stupid Voldemort obviously did not obtain much valuable information.

Tsk, what a complete loser! What the hell is going on in that guy's head? All he does all day is rant about Malfoy being a shameful traitor and Severus being a traitor...besides that, is there anything else he can say?