Hogwarts: From Luna's family to god

Chapter 58 The mantis stalks the cicada

Tom Riddle frowned and held the wand that belonged to Harry tightly, still wanting to try something and keep accelerating the illusory speed of his body.

Voldemort showed a cruel smile, "I know what you want to do... You want to go back to where you were, right?"

Tom Riddle pursed his lips, and his silence at this time undoubtedly confirmed what Voldemort said.

Voldemort put his hands behind his back, "This is the difference between you and me. I have gone far enough... seen enough, so I came up with this method to separate you... and blend in!"

"Hogwarts has many secrets, which seem to be enough for us to explore for a lifetime...but we can't limit ourselves here! There is a vast world outside, and we can also know more!"

He lightly flicked the silver thread connecting the two parties, "Just like this... Even if there is a distinction between master and slave, we are still one..."

"After tracing back to the origin, using our similarities as a connection, I can slowly pull... drag you out and return to me."

"Calling God..." Tom Riddle tried hard to draw a circle and cast the Patronus Charm.

"Want to cause a 'backfire'?" Voldemort did not give him this chance and directly took away Harry's wand. "Do you think I don't exist?"

He took another breath, and Tom Riddle's figure became more illusory. It seemed that as long as he took a few more breaths, Tom Riddle would disappear completely.

Voldemort did the same, his chest heaved violently several times, and a scarlet light flashed in his eyes.

Tom Riddle still existed, like a ghost, his legs no longer visible, like a piece of human gauze.

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"Albus...Dumbledore?" Voldemort's brows knitted together, and his voice echoed in the chamber.

"You don't want to come out, do you?" Voldemort raised his arm and waved his wand in the sky.

Stream after stream of black energy burst out of the wand, erupting into a rapid whistling sound and flying straight to the ceiling.

The black air intertwined with the dense green light of the secret room, and accompanied by a loud noise, the entire secret room trembled;

The stone pillars supporting the ceiling suddenly broke, and huge stones fell from the ceiling, sweeping up countless smoke and dust.

Voldemort listened carefully and heard several familiar voices amidst the loud rumblings.

After a while, the secret room finally calmed down. Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, one could see a mess on the ground, scattered with countless broken stones and ruins.

Voldemort smiled broadly, "Come out...Vizet! I hear your voice!"

There was a sound of footsteps approaching from far away, and a figure emerged in the dim green light.

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Firenze once mentioned that he observed anomalies in Uranus through astrology.

Based on Weizet's understanding of astronomy, Uranus's anomalies will bring about various accidents. Such accidents are often extremely abnormal and it is difficult to predict what will happen.

Voldemort's sudden appearance and his sudden attack on Tom Riddle can all be related to the anomaly of Uranus.

Regarding the research on the soul, Voldemort obviously went very far, otherwise he would not have thought of some way to hide himself in the cracks of the soul to avoid Dumbledore's attention.

It has to be said that Wizette gained a lot from this idea provided by Voldemort.

If it weren't for the special situation at this moment, he would definitely take out his notebook and record this way of using his soul, and then think about it later.

Voldemort wanted to absorb Tom Riddle and complete himself from then on, but Wizette naturally couldn't let him do so.

Therefore, he lurked in the dark and waited for the best time. Tom Riddle's power would need to be even weaker before he could use the spirit box to capture him.

During this waiting process, Weizet sorted out various things that happened during the period based on the conversation between Voldemort and Tom Riddle.

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The cause of the matter was naturally the Horcrux, followed by the Patronus Charm cast by Vizette after exploring the soul;

Since it was the first time for Wizette to cast the Patronus Curse, he didn't know how to measure it properly. The Patronus' influence was very large and awakened the sleeping Voldemort;

By chance, Voldemort realized that Tom Riddle's existence was hidden in Lockhart's body for a certain period of time;

Voldemort formulated a series of plans to reabsorb the fragment of Tom Riddle's soul to supplement himself and enhance his strength.

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Voldemort finally saw the figure in the green light clearly, with greed in his eyes, "Vizet...it's been so long!"

"The whirlwind swept away! Harry is coming!" Wizette dispersed the smoke and dust and walked to Voldemort. "If possible, I hope to never see him again."

With the help of "Ancient Magic: Improved Summoning Spell", Harry flew towards Vizette like a sharp arrow.

Wizette made room for Harry to continue flying forward, away from where he and Voldemort were.

"It's so kind, I'm about to cry..." Voldemort showed a cruel smile and took another breath to feel it.

"Weizet, you know? Even if I don't absorb him completely, I still have a different feeling! The feeling of being reborn!

"Is that so?" Wizette drove the power of the spell to increase the absorption power of the spirit box. "Actually, I have another way to truly give you a new life."

The silver thread connecting Voldemort and Tom Riddle swayed, and with a very slight "hissing" sound, part of the silver thread suddenly broke.

With a shake, Tom Riddle seemed to lose his balance and fell towards Vizet.

Tom Riddle showed a humiliating expression on his face, but he could only open his mouth and close his mouth, and could not make a sound.

"It seems that you are well prepared!" Voldemort pursed his lips, and he stabbed out his wand fiercely. A black gas immediately burst out from the tip of the wand, "Vizet, let me see how much you have grown!"

Vizet knew the horror of this black gas, and did not use the Iron Armor Charm to resist, but chose to avoid it.

"Ancient Magic: Swift Thunder"!

With lightning and thunder, Vizet came five meters away, and the black gas released by Voldemort also exploded at this moment.

He immediately waved his wand, combining the levitation spell with "Ancient Magic: Throwing Mastery". The boulders scattered around were all handy throwing objects, following the trajectory of the wand and smashing towards Voldemort.

"Silent levitation spell? Much better than before!" Voldemort clenched his wand and swept forward. A black gas suddenly spread out in front of him, crushing the attacking boulders into powder, "But it doesn't seem to work?"

Boom!

The next moment, the scattered powder exploded at the same time, and the flames were like a blooming sea of ​​flowers, drowning Voldemort in it.

This is a special effect of "Ancient Magic: Throwing Mastery", which can explode the hidden ancient magic power and achieve unexpected results.

In the firelight, Voldemort shouted: "It seems that you are so confident, are you going to duel with me?"

Vizet asked back: "Do I have to duel with you?"

Chapter 59 Two Yellow Birds

Hearing Vizet's words, Voldemort's tone became uncertain, "Is it... Damn it!"

He waved his wand and uttered a tone from his mouth, as if he was reciting runes.

At the same time, the silver threads connected to Tom Riddle quickly twisted together to form a rope-like existence.

Vizet frowned slightly. The moment the silver rope took shape, he felt through the Soul Summoning Box that the silver rope had an extremely obvious pulling force.

Obviously, this was Voldemort's back-up to counter the attraction of the Soul Summoning Box.

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A gentle and vicissitudes voice sounded in the ruins, "Yes, at least there is no need to duel now."

The smoke and dust in the distance dissipated, and the white-haired old man walked slowly, holding a magic wand in his hand, "Vizet, you continue..."

He raised the magic wand suddenly, and the surrounding gravel moved instantly, turning into an armored giant, slapping the firelight that enveloped Voldemort.

"Dumbledore!" Voldemort shouted sharply, "It's you!"

Through Vizet's words, he realized that Dumbledore might be present, so he immediately took corresponding measures, condensed the silver thread into a strand, and planned to use most of his energy to deal with Dumbledore.

The firelight surrounding him instantly shrank, and then suddenly exploded, turning into a surging flame snake.

The flame snake was at least ten meters long, winding up along the arm of the armored giant, and the scorching high temperature melted the armored giant. Countless magma-like liquids dripped to the ground, making a "hissing" sound.

Dumbledore pulled his wand horizontally, and the solid armored giant broke into small stones. The flame snake lost its support point for a while and inevitably fell to the ground.

"Stop the spell!" He chanted the spell, and the flame of the flame snake suddenly became strong, and then instantly faded.

Then he clenched his fist, and countless stones gathered towards the flame snake, completely annihilating it.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Voldemort stabbed out the wand, and a thick green plasma burst out of the wand and came to Dumbledore in an instant.

Dumbledore seemed to have expected it. The surrounding smoke and dust condensed instantly and turned into an exquisite stone shield to block him.

The green plasma hit the stone shield, and both turned into nothingness at the same time, but Dumbledore's attack did not stop. The stone that submerged the flame snake turned into a fist and hammered Voldemort fiercely.

Voldemort grabbed his robe, as if blown by a strong wind, and flew backwards, narrowly avoiding the oncoming stone fist.

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"Dumbledore! Are you old? Transfiguration magic is only this far?" Voldemort raised his hand again and cast another killing curse, "Avada Kedavra!"

For some reason, he had a momentary illusion that Dumbledore seemed to have become younger and his eyes were much sharper.

The sudden illusion made the accuracy of this killing curse worse. Dumbledore just took a step to the side and dodged the green plasma that burst out.

"Really? So you are so sharp?" Dumbledore said calmly, smiling and waving his wand. The huge stone fist dispersed again and turned into stones the size of a human head.

"This is not my heyday, it's just a borrowed body!" Voldemort gritted his teeth, holding the wand and drawing a circle in the air.

A circle of black air appeared immediately, blasting all the stones that attacked him and annihilating them into nothingness, "Even so, I can easily resist your magic!"