Tom was pleased with Silan's reaction and said calmly, "Yes, but my memories only go back to when I was a teenager, about your age."
"In fact, I am a Hogwarts student just like you."
Tom fluently delivered his carefully considered words.
Using empathy to build rapport is his consistent tactic.
"Really?" Silan asked, her face lighting up with surprise. "Which college are you from?"
"Of course, Slytherin, just like you."
Tom smiled gently and continued to try to get closer to him, "Speaking of which, I should be considered your senior in school."
"I see." Silan nodded with a smile and extended her hand to Tom.
"Silan Prewett, what about you, senior?"
Tom Slytherin.
To avoid revealing his identity as much as possible, Tom changed his last name to Slytherin.
Because of Parseltongue, he always felt that he had Slytherin blood flowing through his veins. In addition, since his current identity is that of a person from 1000 years ago, it makes sense for him to have the surname Slytherin.
In addition, Prewett is one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, so he needs to find someone with even nobler blood to overshadow Prewett.
Just as he had expected, Prewett looked on with awe.
"You're a descendant of Slytherin?! What a noble bloodline!"
"Of course," Tom said smugly, "That's why Slytherin chose me as their warden."
"Then he must really admire you."
"You could say I'm his best student."
After exchanging a few casual words, Tom, not wanting to dwell on the issue of surnames, changed the subject.
"Silan Sheeran, since you are the Heir of Slytherin, you must have passed the Basilisk's test, right? Can you tell me about it?"
Tom feigned a pained and sentimental expression, "Those trials were so difficult, you must have suffered a lot."
"So hurry up and tell me so I can have some fun!" Tom thought to himself with a cold laugh.
He knew all too well how troublesome the Basilisk's trials were.
For Prewett to pass in such a short time, he must have used some special means and paid a heavy price.
They're young after all.
In such a rush to pass the test, they probably won't care about anything else, and the process must be incredibly chaotic.
Tom looked at Silan, smiling as he awaited her answer.
Silan looked puzzled. "A test? What test? Is there such a thing?"
Tom was taken aback and pressed, "You didn't pass the test? Then how did you get in?"
"Oh~" Silan deliberately dragged out the sound, pretending to suddenly realize something.
"I remember now, what did the Basilisk say... but I was too lazy to bother, so I beat it up and got the Spells to get in."
Silan said proudly, "True Slytherin disregard the rules; their methods are based on cunning and Slytherin."
"Following the rules is what fools do."
At this point, Silan looked at Tom, continuing to stab him in the heart, "Senior Tom, don't you think so?"
Tom's face stiffened, and his lips twitched slightly.
According to Silan, he was just a law-abiding idiot...
But in this situation, even if Silan scolded him to his face, Tom didn't dare show it. He could only grit his teeth, suppress his anger, and say with a forced smile, "You're right."
"Since the Basilisk is the one who judges whether someone passes the test, then defeating the Basilisk might be one of the answers left behind by Slytherin."
He spoke lightly, but in truth, he was filled with remorse.
If I had known this would happen, why would I have bothered with all that testing?
Not only was it a waste of time and energy, but the commotion it caused was so great that it had to be temporarily halted.
Who knew that this termination would mean missing the opportunity?
Tom was filled with deep regret.
Silan didn't care what he thought, and continued to add insult to injury with a smile, "I thought you didn't know, Senior Tom."
"Looks like I was overthinking it. Since Senior is a descendant of Slytherin, he couldn't possibly be that stupid, right?" Silan asked herself, then answered, "Impossible, absolutely impossible. How could Senior be such an idiot?"
Tom, who was standing nearby, gritted his teeth as he listened.
Is this kid doing it on purpose? He keeps emphasizing the word "idiot."
But he couldn't find any evidence, so he could only keep comforting himself.
I'll endure it, I'll endure it!
Stay calm, you must stay calm.
Now is not the time to turn against him; we still need to trick him into giving us the Spells to open the Soul Library.
The important matter comes first. Once we've tricked the demon into giving us the Spells and completely taken control of this Soul Space, we can slowly torture him.
Tom forced a smile and asked in a serious tone, "I need to verify the Spells that opens the library."
"If that's correct, you can go in."
He asked that only as a precaution.
With his abilities, if Silan dares to use Spells in front of him, he can learn it very quickly.
"Ha, "Silan sneered inwardly.
"You can't wait to trick me into revealing anything?"
Judging from Tom's appearance, although his soul is here, it seems unable to enter the library.
That makes things easier.
I'll play with you for a bit.
When Silan arrived at the Soul Library, she had a faint feeling that the library was calling to her.
Moreover, he clearly sensed that as long as he used that Spells, he could easily influence the library.
This is a good opportunity to play a trick on old Tom.
However, Silan would never recite the Spells in front of him.
Tom is a genius even Dumbledore acknowledges; using Spells in front of him is practically a leak.
Even if he can't learn it right away, he'll eventually figure it out given time.
"No need for that trouble."
Silan waved to Tom and snapped his fingers lightly.
After the snap of the fingers, the entire library was bathed in a soft glow, the doors opened, the large clock at the top slowly chimed, and all the windows lit up.
All of this indicates that this Soul Library is welcoming its true master.
Tom gritted his teeth, clenched his fists secretly, and looked at Silan with a surprised expression.
Wandless Casting?
How could a second-year student like him cast such a complex Soul Spells Wandless Casting?
How is that possible!
Tom stared blankly at Silan, frowning in thought, but he couldn't figure out how he had done it.
Silan's [Wandless Casting] skill level is still too low, and most of her Spells are only moderately effective.
Under normal circumstances, it might not be possible to successfully cast this Soul Spells without a wand.
But today he Felix Felicis.
This greatly increased his success rate.
Seeing Tom standing there dumbfounded, Silan suddenly wanted to take him for a walk again, so she took the initiative to speak.
"Senior Tom, would you like to come in and take a look?"
Tom's eyes lit up upon hearing this.
"May I?"
He was more than willing!
If I can enter the Soul Library and browse through those magical books in the Soul Domain, I will definitely be able to make further progress in this field.
It will only be a matter of time before we break free from the confinement and completely take control of this Soul Space.
Then... hmph.
Tom looked at Silan with a cold gaze, his mind racing with thoughts of how he would torture him.
We must not let him die easily. We must use the Cruciatus Curse to torture him thoroughly and meticulously, making him wish he were dead and suffer unbearable pain.
"Of course, let's come together," Silan said.
"Let's go then."
Tom smiled broadly, his face beaming with sunshine.
... Divider Line...
I confess my sins, I repent.
I've been feeling really bad lately, I really need to get back on track!