As the black door through which Tom entered slowly closed, the walls of the circular room spun rapidly, making it impossible to tell which door he had come through.
"A boring little trick."
Tom sneered as he watched the spinning walls slowly come to a stop.
Looking again at the twelve identical doors, it was now time to test Tom's luck.
Tom casually chose a door and pushed hard.
Hmm? It didn't budge.
Tom, not believing in bad luck, pushed hard again, but it still didn't budge.
"Alohomora!"
"Reducto!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
...
From the simplest Alohomora to the Killing Curse, and even Fiendfyre, the door remained unchanged, showing no sign of opening.
"The Locked Room, I must not have washed my hands today, otherwise why would I have chosen this room right away?"
Tom, whose non-European ancestry attribute had exploded, couldn't help but complain.
"However, in this room, as Dumbledore said, it seems to be his favorite, described by him as the power of love, more magical and terrifying than death, human wisdom, or the forces of nature, then..."
Tom pulled out a Voldemort-brand mini cassette player from his storage space, then inserted a tape he had treasured for a long time, made using the basic principles of recording.
As Tom pressed the play button, the embarrassing and suggestive voices of Dumbledore and Grindelwald emanated from it.
Unfortunately, after listening for a long time, when Tom pushed the door again, it still didn't budge.
"It seems the love between Dumbledore and Grindelwald isn't enough. I even recorded it for half a semester and then edited it word by word, but it was completely useless."
"Forget it, it's more practical to sell your copies to The Daily Prophet or The Quibbler to earn some pocket money."
Seeing no reaction, Tom cursed inwardly and decided not to waste any more time on it, turning to push open another door.
This time, Tom smoothly pushed open the door and walked in.
There was only one table, almost in the center of the otherwise empty room, with a large glass tank filled with dark green liquid, big enough for Tom to swim in, and many white things slowly floating around inside.
"The Brain Room."
Tom slowly approached the glass tank, suddenly feeling something eroding his consciousness.
"Alive?"
Tom fully activated Occlumency and carefully observed the brains inside the glass tank.
"They're actually still active, how is that done?"
"But thinking from another perspective, is it possible to inject one's spirit, memories, and emotions into another person's body, overriding their brain and soul, to achieve immortality?"
Tom couldn't help but murmur to himself.
However, the more he thought about it, the more he realized something was off: "Wait, something's not right, why does this sound so familiar?"
After searching his mind for a while, Tom suddenly realized that this was exactly Orochimaru's Immortality Jutsu, which in cultivation novels could also be called 'body snatching.'
"Thinking of it this way, maybe this idea can really be realized."
Tom suddenly felt that this path to immortality should be more popular than Voldemort desperately making Horcruxes, after all, it doesn't involve disfigurement, right?
"So, Uncle Snake, why didn't you transmigrate here? I miss you a bit."
As Tom rambled on, reminiscing about Orochimaru, he pulled out a glass jar enchanted with an Undetectable Extension Charm.
After using the Levitation Charm to fill the glass jar with the dark green liquid and one white brain, Tom contentedly put on the lid.
With this as a backup, this whole operation wouldn't be a complete loss.
Feeling that he had spent enough time in the Brain Room, Tom returned to the circular room and randomly chose a door to enter the next room.
"What an annoying place!"
Looking at the cold room of the Hall of Prophecy, with its rows of towering shelves reaching the ceiling and the dusty little glass orbs on them, Tom felt an inexplicable sense of displeasure.
Having prophecy talent and being able to leave prophecies is impressive, but he was a man with a prophecy talent of 2, and one day he would also leave a prophecy orb here.
"Oh, right, the prophecy orbs of Voldemort and the Savior seem to be here too."
Tom suddenly recalled that in the fifth book, "Order of the Phoenix," Voldemort's grand scheme was precisely to obtain the prophecy orb containing the complete prophecy of him and the Savior, only to end up with nothing.
"So, let me think carefully, it seems to be in row 9... row ninety-something, right, it seems to be row 97."
Tom moved through the room, searching for the shelves in row 97.
"Here it is, row 97. Now, let me see where the prophecy orb is."
Tom carefully searched the shelves in row 97 and soon found the prophecy orb labeled Dark Lord and Harry at the far end, slightly towards the inside.
Only those who were prophesied could take it from the shelf, but Tom, having been verified by Voldemort's friend-or-foe identification, reached out and took it without hesitation.
As for what would happen if it failed, it didn't matter to Tom anyway. He wasn't Voldemort, who had only heard half of it. Tom knew the entire content of the prophecy.
"So this is the prophecy orb that Voldemort coveted in the original story, it's not that impressive."
Tom, who had taken the prophecy orb without any issues, tossed it in his hand and then threw it into his storage space to gather dust.
"However, looking at it this way, it's really awkward."
Tom, who had mild obsessive-compulsive disorder, looked at the empty spot on the shelf and found it awkward no matter how he looked at it. So he rummaged through his storage space and finally found a glass orb of similar size in a corner, trying to place it there.
"This actually works?! But where exactly did Voldemort hear up to? Let me think carefully."
Looking at the glass orb resting securely on the shelf, Tom was almost stunned. He guessed that no one in the Ministry of Magic had ever done this in the Hall of Prophecy for so many years. But since it worked, Tom decided to modify the glass orb further.
After some manipulation, Tom contentedly placed the freshly made glass orb on the shelf.
If a certain person were still alive, and even had the chance to get this glass orb, upon breaking it, they would hear a female voice: "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... he will have the Dark Lord's blood flowing in him, and as the Dark Lord's offspring, he will possess power greater than the Dark Lord... neither can live while the other survives, unless one is made to love the other..."
After Tom's alterations, the original prophecy content was completely unrecognizable. However, the only person in the world who knew the complete prophecy content was probably Dumbledore, and who in this world would go and ask Dumbledore?