45 Chapter 45: Voldemort's Blame, I, Tom, Will Not Bear

Murphy: "Three days after Voldemort's death in battle, the company searched every inch of the battlefield area and found the Horcrux."

"Then, they released the research footage."

"It was a locket, with many runes carved on the amber, and in the center, a snake-shaped 'S' inlaid with emerald."

"The company claimed that this was a relic of one of the oldest four great wizards, Slytherin."

"And later, it was turned into a Horcrux by Voldemort."

"The company seems to know a lot about Horcruxes. They say it's an evil item of black magic that requires killing to split one's own soul."

"The owner of a Horcrux gains immortality; as long as the Horcrux remains intact, they can be reborn."

"Hearing this, I began to hope, maybe Mr. Voldemort could be revived?"

"However, the company is best at shattering people's hopes."

"Their purpose in releasing the research footage was obviously not to proclaim the power of wizards, but to prove that even this ultimate wizard creation is nothing in front of them."

"They first showed the Horcrux's defensive capabilities: it was impervious to knife and axe attacks, fire and water. Even grenades and bombs couldn't destroy it."

"But the power of modern technology is too strong. Humans can create high-frequency particle blades that cut steel like rot, create temperatures tens of times hotter than the sun's core, and hydraulic presses that can compress graphite into diamonds in an instant. No material can withstand such destruction."

"In an instant, the high-frequency particle blade cut the locket in two. A black mist screamed out and was then evaporated by a laser at millions of degrees."

"The company announced that they have confirmed Voldemort made a total of six Horcruxes, five of which have been found and destroyed."

"Once the last Horcrux is found, the strongest wizard Voldemort will be completely killed. The war between humans and wizards will also end. The company offered a reward of one billion credits for the last Horcrux, promising that whoever brings the Horcrux will ascend to a high position in the company."

"Perhaps, this is my only chance to survive."

"Because I might know the whereabouts of the last Horcrux."

"It might just be this diary in my hand."

Diary: "!!!!"

He was shocked beyond belief.

The Horcrux destroyed? So easily by Muggles? More importantly, he realized the diary is a Horcrux?! And he seems to consider turning it in?

At this moment, the diary fully believed Murphy's written story.

The existence of the Horcruxes, their number, and what he planned to use as Horcruxes, were his most core secrets. He believed his future self would never easily reveal such secrets.

But now, these secrets have been made public, even common knowledge.

Apart from believing Murphy's story, he couldn't understand the situation.

Murphy: "Horcruxes are not easy to destroy, and since the day I got this notebook, it has never been worn or damaged. Even when I accidentally dropped it into a furnace, it remained unharmed."

"Since then, I knew it was a magical item."

"I've tried to draw some power from it to escape my current predicament."

"However, no matter what I try, I can't get it to reveal its function."

"It seems to be just a diary."

"In two days, I'll be sixteen. My magic is becoming harder to control, and they will soon discover my identity. By then, only death awaits me!"

"The only way to survive, perhaps, is to hand over the diary to the company."

"In doing so, I would betray my own kind."

"I would completely kill the Wizard King, destroying all wizards' hopes."

Diary: "..."

Yes, I can't turn myself in!

The diary almost screamed out loud!

He really began to worry, that company obviously had the capability to destroy Horcruxes.

Once it was turned in, it would surely be destroyed.

It was anxious, but Murphy's words continued.

He seemed to be very conflicted, needing to convince himself this way.

Murphy: "But, maybe, this is the fate of wizards."

"Since the wizard war forty years ago, we were doomed to fail."

"We used all means, decapitation tactics, soul-stealing curses, time travel! We killed countless Muggles. Even at our most insane, the wizards launched a nuclear war, we controlled the nuclear launch codes, and dropped fourteen thousand nuclear bombs on the earth's surface."

"The wizards hoped to destroy the surface environment and kill the fragile Muggles, thus winning the war."

"But we still failed."

"We killed billions of Muggles with nuclear bombs and radiation, but they still had billions left!"

"An individual Muggle is weak; any wizard can easily kill them, but there are too many of them, and too few of us. Even if we maintained a hundred-to-one casualty ratio in any battle during the war, it had no effect."

"Our numbers rapidly decreased, and our defeat was inevitable."

"That person who instigated the Muggle war, once regarded as a god by wizards, is now a fool despised by everyone."

"Once, the company feared his power and did not make his identity public. But now, as they are about to completely kill him, we all know his name."

"He is Voldemort."

"That fool who started the war!"

"That idiot who led us to extinction!"

"Maybe, I should turn in this diary. To put an end to this war."

Diary: "!!"

It's me!

Indeed, it's me!! I actually started the war!

However, upon further thought, this seems within reason.

He despised Muggles, and was even once influenced by Grindelwald, wanting to join the Wizard Nazi party. But at that time, he was still researching the secret of immortality and was just a student, not to mention Dumbledore was watching him at school, so he couldn't do it.

However, the thought of wizards ruling over Muggles, and himself ruling over wizards, had indeed been contemplated in his mind.

His future self definitely could have started such a war.

But he never imagined that even Muggle weapons would be used, yet still couldn't win.

Now it's come to the point of complete death.

No!

I can't be blamed for the stupid things my future self did!

Voldemort's blame, what does it have to do with me, Tom?

Thinking this, the diary could no longer hold back.

A line of italicized text appeared on the pages of the diary.

"Wait! Don't betray your own bloodline! There might be another way! Wizards still have hope!"

For a long time, he didn't know how long it had been, he didn't even know if the other party had seen this sentence.

Maybe days have passed again?

Maybe he has already turned me in? He waited anxiously, and then another line appeared, "Don't you want revenge? Don't you want to control your magic? I'll teach you dark magic! We can escape!"

Again, a long wait.

Just when the diary was about to despair.

A line appeared before his eyes, "What can you teach me?"