Chapter 1030 Homunculus

Prestige is the main cause of all power, whether it is a god, a king or a beauty, without prestige there is nothing.

——Gustave Le Pen

Pomona looked at her pocket watch and saw that half of the appointed time had passed, but she still didn't see the exit. Just when she was about to turn around and walk back, she heard the sound of water flowing.

She walked along that direction for a while, and gradually she could see a little light, and a small waterfall formed by a mountain spring flowed from the crack in the rock into a ditch.

There are mountain lotus leaves growing next to the ditch. This flower is an Asian plant. It blooms in late spring and early summer. It likes shade and requires very high ventilation. The number is very rare. Even in Asia, where it originates, it is said to require very good luck.

Only then can you see it.

"How did you get here?" Pomona asked the mountain lotus leaf. It trembled in the breeze, as if answering her question.

"Don't waste time, go up and have a look." Tom Riddle said.

Pomona ignored him. She squatted next to the mountain lotus leaf and touched its leaves carefully.

"Do you know why it's called mountain lotus leaf? Tom, look at its leaves. Does it look like a lotus leaf?"

Tom ignored her and seemed uninterested in the origin of the weed.

"I'll show you a magical scene."

Pomona took out her wand and cast the Growth Charm on it. The rare plant that was supposed to wait another month or two to bloom quickly formed buds and then bloomed into small white flowers.

"It's amazing," Tom said sarcastically.

"Just wait." She said, pointing to the wand, causing a mountain spring to float. The water droplets slowly fell on the white petals. Soon the white petals became transparent, as if they were carved by ice and snow.

You can even see clear lines on the transparent petals, which looks beautiful and magical.

"This is an invisible flower, just like Harry's invisibility cloak. This flower is still related to you. Tom, you were born on December 31st. The mountain lily is your birthday flower. Its flower language is family love."

." She gently touched the transparent petals of the lily leaf as if it were fragile. "Harry's birthday flower is the Great Mullein. The language of flowers is faith. What Harry wants most in his life is family love.

, do you still feel happy to have eternal life as your belief?"

"You are indeed a student of the White Wizard. You always seize the opportunity to teach others a lesson, right?"

"You will understand after you become a teacher for a long time."

"Let me tell you the story of my 'family'." Tom said in a cold tone, "That day, I returned to Little Hangleton. My grandfather was a famous local rich man, and most of Little Hangleton

It was all his. When I knocked on the Riddles' door, I didn't need to introduce myself. They all knew I was my father's son because I looked exactly like him. But I didn't accept any welcome. That snobby

The old Muggle thought that I came to them to obtain the identity of the heir to the Riddle family, or to divide their property. He told me that if it were a few hundred years ago, a dishonorable bastard like me would not have a son.

Son, and said he knew what old Gaunt was up to. As for my father, oh, that frivolous and shallow fool, he actually looked at me with disgust. He didn't know... didn't know the power of magic.

How great."

"That's enough, Tom, stop talking." Pomona said in fear. It was obvious that Pomona had angered Voldemort. Even without a body, Tom Riddle's voice still sounded like the roar of some kind of beast.

"You always talk about family love, but you don't know that not everyone loves their family members. I hated my relatives. I killed them all. I didn't need the body they gave me, so I made a new one.

, but...but even if the body is made of potion, I still need my father's bones. I really want to cut his flesh and blood from my body, I don't want him to be my father!"

Pomona used Occlumency.

She felt that it was more important than anything else to let Voldemort calm down alone at this time.

"Heaven, what is heaven, where is heaven? What kind of body is resurrected? Not the body we inherited from Adam and Eve, but the body we received through the Holy Spirit, the body the Savior brought from heaven."

After a while Voldemort said, "The Philosopher's Stone trapped free elves, or hidden gods, why don't you let me get a perfect body?"

"You want to talk about a body that has nothing to do with your father?"

"I think you women should all hate the kind of men who only look at the appearance and not the inside. My father is that kind of person. The women he associates with are like the God of Love whom Socrates said, admiring the handsome god of wealth.

If my father had no money and was just handsome, they wouldn't be so fascinated by him, but he didn't know this and thought it was his own charm. In this regard, we are quite similar, living in the world of our own dreams." Voldemort is funny.

He smiled and said, "I said the Death Eaters are my real family, but they don't think so. I thought they loved me, but in fact they didn't really want me to win!"

She could feel a kind of pain, like tearing pain.

"You say they are your family, but in fact you don't mean that, right?" Pomona said with tears. The tears dripped down her cheeks and onto the transparent petals of the mountain lotus leaves.

Broken apart "They are your servants and you are their master."

"He makes me feel sick." Tom said tiredly. "I am the heir of Salazar Slytherin. When I opened the Chamber of Secrets and found that the basilisk only obeyed my orders, do you know how happy I was?

?I finally found someone who is related to me and makes me feel honored. Severus, like me, prefers to be a half-blood Prince. He is very smart and tries his best to please me like everyone else. For this reason

He told me that he overheard half of the prophecy. Neville Longbottom's birthday is July 30th. What is his birthday flower?"

"White Mullein, the flower language is meditation."

"Great white, why can't you deal with werewolves?" Voldemort sneered and said, "Expelliarmus, I actually lost to this inert spell, or it was the old fool's trick. You continue to use the same method to deal with werewolves.

Try it? Oh, I remembered, Remus Lupin is dead, you can’t do any more tricks, right?"

"Please stop, we are in danger now."

"I am the Dark Lord, where is your respect?!"

Pomona suddenly felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen, and she fell to the ground so weak.

"Don't call me that name, this is your last warning." Voldemort said coldly, "You are still useful, and you don't want to die in a stink like Quirrell."

"Let me help you, Tom," she said weakly as she lay on the ground.

"No one can help me," he said quietly, "because I have been cursed by God."

A sense of exhaustion made her slowly close her eyes, and she gradually fell into darkness.

At this time, a voice came from the void. She could not tell whether it was a man or a woman. It repeated one sentence intermittently:

You sons of wisdom, understand what that stone says...My light surpasses all light, my virtue is superior to all virtues, I gave birth to light, but I also have dark qualities...

‘I want to know if this cave is really a feeding port’.

She thought a little desperately, and tried her best to open her heavy eyelids, but she could only open a crack.

Through this gap, she saw a little marmot standing on a stone, staring at her curiously.

"Dad, come and see, this crow has red eyes!" the little guy pointed at her with his paws and said.

crow?

She was so surprised that she cried out "Ah". The sound was extremely unpleasant, but wasn't it just the cry of a crow?

Homunculus means artificial human being

That red-eyed crow is there at the beginning
Chapter completed!