Tom Riddle's soul wore an expression of utter bewilderment and astonishment.
Beside him, Ginny watched him with an equally strange expression.
Only the Black Man seemed very satisfied, looking his "creation" up and down and nodding repeatedly.
After a long while, Tom raised his hands and examined them, then looked down at the little dress he was wearing... then grabbed his hair and examined that too. Although he could not see his own face, he already knew what had happened.
How was this possible?
There were many spells that changed one's appearance, and he had mastered more than one. His grades in Transfiguration had been excellent back then. It was just that his current magic-or rather, Ginny's magic-was not enough to sustain a transformation for long.
But he was in soul form right now!
In other words, the other party had changed the properties of his soul?
Was that something magic could do?
Tom Riddle simply could not believe it.
"Isn't this much more interesting?" Looking at their astonished expressions, the Black Man seemed happier than ever, as though this were a truly outstanding achievement.
"Interesting?" Tom Riddle-perhaps it was no longer quite appropriate to call him that. We ought to give him-or rather, her-a new name. Then let us call her Black Ginny for now.
Black Ginny seemed to have discovered something.
She carefully thought back. Ever since the Black Man before her had appeared, he had kept talking about things being interesting...
A creature so powerful and terrifying that he hardly seemed human at all, and fond of playing pranks...
Black Ginny's expression suddenly turned extremely ugly. Her light brown eyes, with a faint trace of black gleaming within them, stared fixedly at the Black Man before her.
A name suddenly flashed through her mind, one she had