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The eerie silence went on for a long time.
Perhaps even Voldemort had never encountered a situation like this.
At length, Voldemort finally spoke. "You are not Tom Riddle."
What he had left in the diary should have been his memories from when he was sixteen, while the fellow before him looked eleven or twelve at most, and... he did not look anything like him.
But then what was going on with that diary?
He reached out and beckoned, and the diary flew from Tom's side into his hand of its own accord.
The moment he touched it, he knew this was his diary, without a doubt.
And the soul fragment in the diary did indeed seem to have been transferred.
"Use Legilimency on it!"
The figure raised his wand and aimed it at Tom.
The latter started in alarm, only to hear that voice come from inside the hood again. "On the diary! Idiot!"
The figure aimed his wand at the notebook again. When he spoke the incantation, his voice seemed much younger. "Legilimency!"
"Strange..." the hoarse voice murmured, seeming puzzled. "The soul in the diary is gone, but there is something else blocking me..."
The figure opened the diary and saw the task concerning the Philosopher's Stone.
"It told you to seize the Philosopher's Stone?"
Voldemort was shocked.
I created you to open the Chamber of Secrets, and you came here to fight me for the Philosopher's Stone?
The figure looked at Tom again.
And this fellow was the puppet controlled by the diary?
He muttered a few spells in a hoarse voice.
Suddenly, he stopped and said with both surprise and