Death Eaters' Wilderness Survival

"No, it's July 31st," Dumbledore said.

As usual, his face was filled with a riddle-like smile that made you want to punch him.

"Could it be Horcrux? No, Myrtle died in April."

"What tricks are you playing?" Riddle said, a hint of anger in his voice.

Aren't you surprised that you're able to be independent?

"Simply possessing life force? — No, that would only give you a physical form."

"Far from being independent—possessing the identity of a main soul," Dumbledore continued to prompt.

"Etc!"

"I'm not Tom Riddle?"

"Am I just another eligible but dying backup with Voldemort's memories from his youth?" For the first time, a Zhengling look appeared on Riddle's handsome face.

"No, you are Tom."

"But you're not entirely Tom."

"You were born from the ashes of Quirrell's remains after being scorched by Harry's magic, drained by Voldemort, and combined with the diary, the magic circle, and life force," Dumbledore said with a wicked grin.

"Quirrell?"

"Quirrell was born in September, right? His parents don't meet that requirement either."

"Moreover, I was fully conscious from beginning to end, even when it was being used as a diary. I have absolutely no Quirrell -like elements or memories."

"And what about those who are tagged?"

"Without that, even if I were to be marked as you say, I would have to wait until Harry Potter dies," Riddle retorted.

The more hints Dumbledore, the more confused he became.

"The proportion of that ash is almost entirely Quirrell; you could say it would be equivalent to replacing it with a cow."

"The most important part of that is Harry's power."

"At the time, I pretended to capture Voldemort, and the power I intercepted was forged into the black metal plate."

"You are special. You also possess Harry's power—an energy that Voldemort did not understand."

"You are Voldemort, but you are not him."

"You're Harry? But you're not him either."

"Your parents could be either Tom Riddle Sr. and Merope Gaunt, or James Potter and Lily Evans."

"As for the mark, you and Voldemort are both main souls, what connection could be more suitable as a mark?"

"You could say that you are in accordance with the Prophecy," Dumbledore said with a hearty laugh.

This made Riddle particularly annoyed.

"My soul is entirely composed of Voldemort's essence, what you're saying is too outrageous." Even Riddle was speechless.

Snape on the ground looked utterly devastated, his eyes losing their sparkle.

"But you can't deny that you can barely be associated with this."

"From a magical point of view, what I said isn't entirely wrong," Dumbledore smiled slightly. Riddle just wanted to curse.

Although he had known all along that it was a weapon specifically designed to deal with Voldemort in order to prevent Harry's sacrifice.

But he never imagined that the blade was also coated with a poison specifically designed to target Voldemort.

What he found even harder to accept was that Dumbledore's trust in him likely stemmed from the Harry Potter part of him.

"Ryan, is Gandalf talking about you?" In the crowded throng, on a sofa in a space that had inexplicably been cleared out, Kate stared out the window with her silvery-white eyes.

On her small, short hands, the magic runes representing 'link' faintly shimmered with a silver glow.

"I think he has a name— Albus Dumbledore." Ryan rubbed Kate's little face.

Her small face was crystal clear, glistening with a faint sheen of water, and looked as delicate as if it could be broken with a touch.

As Ryan's bedmate, Kate naturally received much better treatment Harry.

Harry also needs to drink Potions and exercise on his own.

But as Kate, she only needs to level up by defeating monsters in the Mind Games, and her body can be transformed in sync.

Magic resides in the heart, so Ryan doesn't need to lift a finger.

Therefore, Kate is fully capable of completing the tasks in the Mind Games.

Ryan was genuinely worried that one day she would treat reality like a game and kill Dumbledore.

Kate has been increasingly inclined to this lately.

In the real world, there is no hierarchy. Although Dumbledore is Demigod Wizard, he is proficient in all kinds of skills.

However, Dumbledore in terms of physical transformation.

At most, his Phoenix bloodline, coupled with his advancement to demigod status, made him slightly better than ordinary wizards.

Facing Kate, whose movements are as fast as lightning and who can turn magic into deadly poison at will, Dumbledore is really in a bit of trouble.

That's why Ryan stopped spending 24 hours a day with Kate in the Mind Games and instead pulled her out of the game to look at reality.

"You haven't answered my question yet!" Kate's figure turned into shadow, and the next second she appeared behind Ryan, hanging around Ryan's neck and biting Ryan hard.

That was me.

"Dumbledore most sensed that my hidden magic was stronger than that of Smith (my father and my grandfather), whom he knew."

"He might have even considered having Harry die once, and then finding a way to get me to mark him to deal with Voldemort." Ryan shrugged.

"Is that little devil Harry Potter going to participate in next year's Triwizard Tournament?" Kate suddenly asked.

In the Mind Games, Kate, whose body was being managed by her subconscious and Ryan to act normally, did not detach herself from the feeling of the real world for a long time after responding to it.

She has all the experiences and memories from the start of the school year until now.

At most, his behavior was a bit strange; he stopped paying attention to Ryan, Luna, and Hermione.

Other activities such as collecting information, learning, and spreading gossip are all operating normally.

So, Kate subconsciously connected the recent information with the secrets Ryan had told her.

She sensed Ryan's impatience with Voldemort. He was preparing to take Harry Potter to retrieve the Resurrection Stone.

The Triwizard Tournament and Grindelwald's release from prison were both due to Ryan.

In short, Kate felt that Ryan would cause trouble in next year's Triwizard Tournament.

"Maybe," Ryan said noncommittally.

He snapped his fingers, and the image on his retina shifted from Dumbledore and the others to the isolated island in the North Sea.

"These are the Death Eaters."

"What are they doing?" Kate sat on Ryan's shoulder, her face full of excitement.

Because, in her eyes at this moment, the Death Eaters who had terrified her and made her hide under her bed in her childhood memories were now using magically formed forks to spear fish on the beach.

Moreover, this is clearly not something that happened overnight, as can be seen from Bellatrix Lestrange's slightly bulging calf muscles and his skin that is almost tanned to a wheat color.

"They are fishing."

"Because of Voldemort's resurrection ritual, they had to avoid using magic as much as possible on the island."

"Next, please watch 'The Death Eaters' Wilderness Survival,' which will last for a year," Ryan said, unable to contain his laughter. Kate also let out a silvery laugh at Bella's comical expressions on screen.

One more chapter will be posted later tonight.