Come On, Let's Put on a Show for Each Other

After exiting the passageway, the view suddenly opened up.

The boundless night enveloped the entire world, adorned with countless stars, while the green aurora borealis stretched across the sky, swaying like a giant serpent.

A tall cliff faces the entrance to the passageway, and atop it stands a castle that resembles Hogwarts.

Silent and solemn, strange and mysterious.

Apart from that, the whole world has nothing.

The pitch-black night swallowed up all the scenery.

This cliff and library have remained isolated in the world for millennia, silently awaiting their master.

Silan walked up the solid steps and looked down.

Below the cliff was pitch black and empty, with nothing at all; it seemed as if the entire cliff was suspended in mid-air.

Looking around, all that could be seen was endless darkness.

Silan activated [Wizard's Eye] and looked towards the small castle on the mountaintop. The surging magic and the extremely complex Ancient Runes mixed together, hammering his brain like an iron hammer, making him dizzy in just an instant.

"Such terrifying magic..." Silan closed her eyes and murmured to herself, "Slytherin's methods are truly brilliant."

Before entering this place, Silan had taken a bottle of Baruffio's Brain Elixir, which enhanced the power of [Wizard's Eye].

Even so, he still couldn't see the slightest flow of magic.

This shows that the magic that created this Soul Library far exceeded his comprehension.

After calming herself down, Silan walked up the stone steps one by one.

When he reached the library entrance, he found someone standing there, seemingly waiting for him.

Tom Riddle felt he had gone through the darkest period of his life, bar none.

This made him feel that the orphanage he used to live in was now a wonderful paradise.

"Why did that disgusting idiot Lockhart have to get his hands on the Diary?"

Tom has been pondering this question ever since he entered this Soul Space.

"Or did someone else give it to him?"

"If I find out who gave Lockhart the Diary, I'll skin him alive!"

"Then cut off pieces of his flesh and feed them to the dogs!"

Thinking of Lockhart's disgusting self-praise and the nickname "Little Glutton Tom," Tom Riddle felt a wave of nausea wash over him.

What disgusted him even more was that, in order to seduce Lockhart, he had to hold his nose and flatter him.

What's the difference between this and chewing on Dungbomb?

No!

This is even more disgusting than chewing on Dungbomb!

In order to end all this as soon as possible, Tom had to encourage Lockhart to attack the Great Hall.

Everything was going smoothly until that annoying guy showed up.

"Silan Prewett!"

Tom pondered the name repeatedly in his mind, as if trying to etch it into his very soul.

Even now, recalling Prewett's calm and indifferent gaze still sends a chill down his spine.

"Calm down, calm down."

"Your soul has been preserved intact, which means you still have a chance for revenge." Tom would constantly comfort himself whenever he thought of Prewett.

During the creation of Horcrux, he came into contact with magic in the Soul Domain and conducted extensive research, gaining some insights.

In the Great Hall, he manipulated Lockhart's body to grab the Diary, but the Basilisk bit off his arm.

But in that instant, the Basilisk, the Diary, Lockhart— the three things intertwined with his soul—came together, achieving a very delicate balance.

It was precisely because of this that he had the opportunity to transfer his soul from the Diary into the Basilisk's body.

That's how he escaped unscathed.

Tom knew that the Basilisk had a Soul Space inside its body, which contained Slytherin's research records.

According to Tom, this section mainly deals with magical knowledge in the Soul Domain, representing the essence of Slytherin's magical research.

Unfortunately, he failed the test completely and was unaware of the key left behind by Slytherin. Even though he was now in the Soul Space, he was unable to enter the library.

"It's alright, as long as I wait patiently, Prewett will come in sooner or later."

He has never seen me before and does not know who I am.

"I can pretend to be the librarian here and gain his trust. Once I enter the library and learn Soul Magic, I can slowly try to control the Soul Space."

"If we can control the Soul Space, killing him will be a piece of cake, won't it?"

Tom couldn't help but hum a smug smile as he thought about his perfect plan.

He is currently in a spiritual state, so he has plenty of patience and time.

To his surprise, Prewett came in very quickly.

This made Tom incredibly jealous.

"He passed the test so quickly?"

The trials set by Slytherin were complex and difficult, each requiring a great deal of time and effort. He himself had to exert a great deal of effort to pass the first trial.

How could Prewett be so fast?!

Despite his resentment, Tom quickly straightened his clothes and followed Prewett as he slowly walked up the stone steps to the library.

"Calm down, calm down."

"He's going to die by his own hand sooner or later; there's no need to argue with a dead man."

Silan walked up the stone steps to the library and saw the person walking towards her. Her expression changed almost imperceptibly.

The newcomer was a tall boy with black hair, about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing an ordinary wizard's robe, and looked nothing special.

But with the help of Felix Felicis, Silan instantly guessed his name.

"Tom Riddle."

What is he doing here?

A surge of emotion welled up inside Silan, but his face remained calm.

The black mist that emerged from the Basilisk's mouth when it destroyed the Diary has always bothered Silan.

Moreover, besides him, only Tom Riddle had in-depth contact with the Basilisk.

With the added clues from Felix Felicis, Silan was convinced of her own suspicions.

The person in front of me must be Tom Riddle!

Silan gripped her wand tightly, eyeing him warily.

The person in front of me had hair and a nose, and from his appearance alone, he didn't resemble Voldemort at all.

"Please don't be nervous, friend," Tom smiled gently, like a kind older brother next door. "Welcome to the Slytherin Soul Library. You are the only visitor in a thousand years."

After saying this, Tom bowed slightly to him, as if he had been waiting for Silan for 1,000 years.

"Who are you?" Silan asked, feigning ignorance.

"Me? I'm the caretaker here. Lord Slytherin left me here," Tom said, feigning complete knowledge. "My duty is to guide his successors. Like you."

Silan sneered inwardly.

No wonder he was the top dog in Slytherin back in the day; he can lie without batting an eye.

Do you really think I won't recognize you just because you've changed your identity?

"How is this possible!" Silan exclaimed, her mouth agape in disbelief. "Slytherin kept you?!"

"So you're from 1000 years ago?"

Without even looking at Silan, one could tell that his face was now displaying just the right amount of shock and curiosity.

Come on, let's give each other a performance.