"Tom, be my servant!"
There was a chuckle that Tom would never forget. Sitting on the slate floor, his eyes widened as he looked up.
That repulsive bright blond hair was so conspicuous under the fluorescent wand.
And that face that always kept a small smile, like a nobleman's...
"Luke Geralt?!"
Tom's face gradually darkened as he saw the familiar face.
Although he didn't know what had happened to him, he could clearly hear what Luke had just said.
"Be your servant?"
Is Tom Riddle, the future Voldemort, supposed to be someone else's servant? What are you dreaming about, servant thing!
"Don't be so angry, Tom. My impression of you is very calm."
Luke walked up to him, crouching down slowly and looking straight into Tom's gray eyes.
"How about it? Does it feel good to be resurrected?"
"Resurrection?"
Tom was stunned when he heard the word, and only then did he realize that some changes had taken place in his body.
With touch and taste, this was not the soul 13 body it used to be.
"Was I resurrected by Geralt?"
"What do you mean, Geralt?" Tom stood up slowly, his gray eyes staring at Luke.
He didn't understand! He couldn't fathom why Luke would resurrect him, a soul possessed by a diary.
Tom couldn't think of any magic spell that could bring a soul back to life! This was simply a fantasy.
"Didn't I say, I want you to be my subordinate!"
Luke patted his shoulder and whispered, "Of course, your answer is not important to me. Because you can't go against my will, my dear Tom."
Tom sneered. "Although I don't know how you resurrected me, do you think you can control me like this? Stop dreaming, Geralt!"
Luke didn't answer him but threw Selwyn's wand at him. "Fine, use Avada Thrall on yourself!"
"Don't play—" Tom caught it subconsciously, and before he could react, he saw his hand raise uncontrollably. A gleaming green light shot out from the tip of the wand.
Boom—
Under Tom's terrified eyes, the killing curse hit him in the head. But…
"I'm... all right?"
Tom opened his eyes wide, staring in disbelief at the wand still in his hand. The green light just now was indeed a killing curse, and he even felt his hair stand on end. That's a warning from danger. However, the curse hit his head, but he didn't die—not even a nosebleed.
No, the focus is not here! Rather—why did he obey Geralt's orders?
Thinking of this, Tom finally realized something was wrong. "What did you do to my body!?" he asked in a deep voice, but the trembling in his voice could not be concealed.
"It's just a means to make you obey," Luke said, taking out a mirror from the system space and handing it to him. "Also, you can be said to be undead now."
"Immortal body?"
Tom picked up the mirror suspiciously and found a large irregular crack on his skin, like a burnt terracotta figurine.
What attracted the most attention was the pair of black eyes with gray pupils, which seemed to be full of dead energy, without any agility.
"Is this... me?"
A sense of fear rose in Tom's heart. In this body, only the soul residing in it belonged to him.
"You resurrected me just to make me do things for you?!" he asked, looking up at Luke.
"Otherwise, what? Resurrect you to make you a mascot?"
Luke picked up the glowing wand and opened the basement plank.
"Let's go, maybe we can go outside for a cup of black tea and have a good chat."
Luke knew getting Tom to surrender wholeheartedly was impossible. After all, back at Hogwarts, he really went too far with what Tom did. However, now Tom couldn't escape his grasp, so there was still room for negotiation.
Luke needed Tom's intelligence and charisma, not an unconscious corpse.
"You devil, playing with souls!"
Looking at Luke's unsuspecting back, Tom wanted to cast Avada Kedavra, but he couldn't lift his hand. It was as if he had no arms. This resurrection spell was truly insidious.
"Geralt, you are truly a dark wizard!"
After pondering for a long time, Tom finally followed. Not being able to commit suicide, and not knowing the counter-curse for this spell, meant he couldn't escape Luke's control at all.
"Master Geralt!"
Morris, who was waiting at the door, hurriedly called out in a low voice when he saw Luke come out.
Not to mention that Luke had lifted the werewolf's curse for him, the power Luke displayed without needing a wand was enough for Morris to surrender.
However, Morris was stunned for a moment after seeing the gloomy and handsome young man following Luke.
"Who is this?"
"Tom Riddle," Luke briefly introduced.
Morris nodded knowingly but did not continue to ask.
And Tom, who had followed them out, took a seat on the wooden chair opposite Luke.
"So, Tom, do you still understand the situation in Knockturn Alley?" Luke handed over a cup of coffee and asked.
"You want to master this place?" Tom sneered, sensing Luke's undisguised purpose. "This is nothing more than a gathering place for some dark wizards, werewolves, and pure-blood nobles!"
Although he was extremely reluctant to answer Luke's question, he still spoke involuntarily. The damn curse! Tom cursed fiercely in his heart.
"Don't be so resistant. You are completely obeying me now," Luke said. "It's better to follow me well than to make those senseless resistances."
Luke looked at Tom's gradually distorted face, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "I'm looking forward to seeing you and Voldemort! It must be fun then!"