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

"Hmm? What kind of difficult method is that?" Harry asked softly, carefully handing the sandwich he brought from the Great Hall to Draco's slightly open mouth.

At the same time, he did not forget to gently wipe the food crumbs left at the corners of Draco's mouth with a tissue, his eyes full of tenderness.

Draco frowned slightly, thought carefully, and then replied, "I don't think it should be too difficult, right?"

When he said this, his eyes flickered a little, and he seemed not so sure.

"If we really can't solve it, the Godfather should come to us for help, right? After all, the Godfather is not a fool." Harry shrugged, appearing very calm.

In his heart, his godfather would definitely be able to deal with all kinds of difficulties.

"But how do you open the crystal ball?" Harry stared at Draco curiously, eager to know the answer.

Draco took a deep breath, trying to recall what he had said in the funeral home before, and said uncertainly: "True love's kiss."

After he finished speaking, he recalled it again, and after confirming that it was correct, he nodded again and repeated: "Yes, it is true love's kiss."

When Harry heard these four words, his eyes widened instantly and his mouth opened wide enough to fit the entire sandwich.

He looked at Draco in disbelief, and the sandwich that was originally held steadily in his hand began to shake.

"...Huh?" Harry stammered out a cry of surprise, and some incredible images involuntarily emerged in his mind...

Was he supposed to let his beloved godfather kiss that? No, no, no, that was ridiculous! Besides, how could the godfather be the true love of that boiled egg? Absolutely impossible!

Harry, who didn't know what Riddle looked like, was a little confused.

"No, no, no, it's not what you think. The reason this mysterious crystal ball can't be opened easily is because it contains a curse. Only a kiss of true love from the person deeply loved by the soul within the crystal ball can break it."

Draco explained, knowing immediately that Harry had misunderstood.

But then again, even he himself couldn't understand the strange setting and bad taste of the funeral house.

According to the funeral home, if the crystal ball is forcibly broken, the soul trapped inside will immediately lose all its magic power once it is freed.

The only way to restore the magic power of this powerless soul is to get the so-called true love's kiss.

Thinking of this, Draco couldn't help but frown.

Voldemort has always been known for his coldness and ruthlessness, and the entire wizarding world knows that he has no idea what emotion is.

But what about Tom Riddle?

After all, they are two souls split from the same person, but would they be different in their attitude towards feelings?

......

Snape spent two whole days concentrating on making the potion.

Finally, his hard work paid off and he successfully concocted a unique magic potion.

This potion is a mixture of dark purple and thick black, emitting a creepy, indescribable strange aura.

This potion can warm and nourish the soul and provide vital protection while he deciphers the crystal ball before him.

Of course, Snape had a hidden selfish motive in his heart: he wanted to get Tom Riddle out who was trapped in the crystal ball.

He had long known that the soul imprisoned within belonged to the Dark Lord himself during a certain period of time.

At this time, Snape stared quietly at the crystal clear crystal ball on the table, his eyes empty, and fell into deep thought again.

Recently, this state has often happened to him, and even he himself doesn't know what thoughts are churning in his mind during this period.

Snape frowned slightly, and after a pause, he carefully placed the crystal ball in the pot of unknown potion he had just carefully prepared.

Then, he skillfully pulled out a slender wand from inside his black robe and gently touched the surface of the crystal ball.

At the same time, he whispered a series of ancient and mysterious spells.

The language used in these spells was completely unfamiliar to Riddle. They were difficult to understand, but also contained a strange rhythmic beauty, like a beautiful and moving poem.

Just when Riddle was distracted for a moment, he seemed to catch a glimpse of Snape's pointed ears faintly visible under his black hair...

ear?

Before he had time to think about it, the crystal clear crystal ball suddenly trembled slightly.

Riddle was keenly aware that a powerful and mysterious force was trying its best to attack the restraints that bound him.

In an instant, a magical power as deep red as blood and emitting wisps of dark aura gushed out from the depths of the crystal ball like a surging torrent, and rushed back towards the wand held tightly in Severus' hand with an overwhelming force.

You know, during this period of time, all the magic power that Riddle has displayed has been quietly absorbed by this seemingly ordinary crystal ball, and used as a powerful source of energy to trap Riddle.

Severus only felt a sudden tingling sensation in the arm holding the wand. He did not dare to delay for a moment and hurriedly took a big step back before he could barely stabilize his center of gravity.

Fortunately, after a long period of hard training and constant tempering, the magic power in his body has increased several times compared to before. Otherwise, under such a fierce backlash of magic power, he would definitely suffer serious damage.

However, the surging magic power seemed unwilling to give up. It was like a ferocious beast trapped in a cage, rampaging and running around wantonly inside the crystal ball.

Along with this crazy action, the entire crystal ball began to shine with a dazzling light that was difficult to look directly at.

Riddle was forced to close his eyes due to the sudden strong light, but the amazing thing was that although this violent magic power was fierce, it did not cause any substantial harm to him. It only made him temporarily lose the ability to move.

Severus took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart.

Then, without hesitation, he raised the wand in his hand again.

This time, a brighter and more dazzling white light burst out from the tip of the wand, pointing directly at the restless crystal ball.

Inside the crystal ball, dazzling white light surged like surging ocean waves, constantly impacting the raging black magic. The two collided and clashed, making it difficult to determine the winner.

The surrounding space seemed to have sensed the fierce battle between the two powerful forces, and began to tremble violently, as if it would collapse and shatter at any time.

The white light gradually showed an overwhelming advantage.

It was like an indestructible sword, ruthlessly piercing through the defenses of dark magic and suppressing it bit by bit.

With a sudden flash of dazzling light, the entire room was illuminated as bright as day.

Immediately afterwards, a crisp and pleasant "click" sound rang in the ears, and fine cracks appeared on the surface of the crystal ball and spread rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, these cracks covered the entire sphere, and eventually it could not bear the weight and exploded.

An ethereal figure slowly floated out of the broken crystal ball. It was Riddle's soul.

Although the two energies did not hurt him, Riddle, who was in the middle of the competition, felt really uncomfortable. He looked extremely weak at the moment, and his originally transparent soul body looked even more hazy, as if a light breeze could blow it away.

However, even so, that face was still clearly visible - still the most unforgettable image in Snape's memory.

His face was handsome but a little pale, his long, shiny black hair fluttered in the wind, his deep red eyes were like burning flames, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Severus silently put away the wand in his hand, his eyes slightly lowered, deliberately avoiding Riddle's sight, and said in a cold and calm tone: "You can only stay here temporarily."

As he spoke, he pointed to the alchemy doll placed on the table beside him.

The doll was as white as snow, and its face without any facial features looked particularly strange.

It was only about the size of Snape's palm and stood there quietly like a fine work of art.

Just now, Riddle had completely ignored the existence of this little thing.

He did not raise any objections, but simply nodded slightly in a submissive manner to show his approval.

Riddle was not in a hurry to get into the doll immediately.

At this moment, he was in soul state, floating quietly in the air like a light feather.

He leaned down slightly, seemingly wanting to hug Snape tightly in his arms, but in fact, since the soul could not touch the entity, all he could do was make this empty hug.

When Snape felt Riddle's vague hug, his body instantly stiffened, and even his brain seemed to go blank at this moment.

A bone-chilling breath surrounded him like a tide, making him involuntarily want to escape from this place quickly.

But for some reason, despite his deep desire to escape from this uncomfortable atmosphere, Snape's feet seemed to be nailed to the ground and he could not move at all.

"I am truly delighted to see you again, Severus."

Tom Riddle spoke, his tone was unusually gentle and lingering, like the warmest spring breeze gently blowing past your ears.

Whenever he tries to please someone, his unique charm is almost irresistible.

At this moment, after hearing these words, Snape couldn't help but feel a little dazed. For a moment, he mistakenly thought that he had become the most important person in the other person's mind.

Riddle's voice seemed to have some kind of magical power, easily penetrating Snape's mental defenses and causing tiny ripples in his originally calm heart.

He tried to calm himself down and replied coldly: "Don't say useless words. You are very weak now and need to recuperate in the puppet as soon as possible."

The corners of Riddle's mouth rose slightly, revealing a half-smile, and his eyes were fixed on Snape's face, which was pretending to be serious.

He shrugged his shoulders, and knowing how to relax well, he moved like a ghost, lightly moving towards the alchemy doll standing quietly in the corner.

Severus is always like this, tough in words but soft in heart.

At the moment when Riddle's soul merged into the puppet's body, the puppet's originally stiff body suddenly emitted an extremely subtle, almost imperceptible light.

After a long while, Riddle finally managed to control the puppet's body and gently moved its hands and feet.

His movements were a little awkward and clumsy, like a child who had just learned to walk. It was obvious that he needed some time to adapt to and become familiar with this new body.

Then, Riddle slowly raised his head and cast his gaze at Snape, who was standing silently beside him.

The doll's big eyes were wide open, as round and moist as two crystal clear cherries, and its long eyelashes fluttered gently like butterfly wings.

Riddle blinked playfully a few times, looking surprisingly cute.

"This body is truly interesting, Severus. Although it is far less powerful than the one I once had, it is a different experience nonetheless."

Riddle said softly, the puppet's voice was clear and pleasant, with a somewhat childish feel.

In the face of Riddle's words, Snape seemed to have not heard it. He turned around with an expressionless face and walked straight to the crucible on the laboratory table with steady steps.

He leaned down slightly and began to carefully examine the specific situation when he was refining the potion just now.

At this moment, Riddle was so petite and adorable that Snape couldn't help but worry that he would reach out and pinch that little face hard because of an impulse.

He secretly warned himself not to look at Riddle so that he could maintain his composure on the surface.

However, Riddle was clearly not prepared to let Snape off easily.

The puppet took slow steps, approaching Snape step by step. "Severus, you've put so much thought into saving me. Why don't you have anything to say to me now?"

Snape, who was checking the potion's body, suddenly stopped. He knew that Riddle was extremely intelligent and had extremely sharp insight.

Therefore, he was unwilling to let the other party know the deepest and most secret thoughts in his heart so easily.

The main reason is that he himself is not very clear about his own thoughts.