Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Shaw didn't want to stop absorbing after hearing this voice that was either a threat or a request.

But the dazzling green light that came with it forced him to deal with it first.

He pulled out his wand and shot a brilliant purple electric rainbow upward.

Two thick spells, one purple and one green, collided in mid-air, forming a huge light ball with a sizzling sound, and the magic power like plasma was jumping wantonly.

Shaw now doesn't need any external force to be on par with Voldemort.

Shaw mobilized the thunder elements in the world to merge into his spell and looked up.

Voldemort, who was rolled up in the black fog and rushed down, his black robe like a rag was even more tattered, and the twisted energy on his body was a little disordered.

Although this guy broke in forcefully, he probably paid a considerable price for his own damage.

Tom, who was responsible for intercepting, was leisurely following Voldemort and had time to look at the underground buildings of Gringotts.

Voldemort flew to a place not far from Shaw and stopped. His bony fingertips still did not cut off the energy supply of the killing curse.

He breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that the golden cup was not damaged.

He waved his hand violently to pull the connected spell aside, and after blasting a big hole in the cave, he spoke anxiously.

"Shor, give me the golden cup, and I will tell you the conspiracy of the Twin Snakes."

"Want it? But I am not interested in the Twin Snakes's deceit."

Shor tossed the golden cup in his empty hand. This frivolous and provocative behavior made Voldemort's forehead blue with anger, but he rarely endured it.

He took a long breath and continued "patiently".

"If you want to keep the founder's relics, I can move the soul inside to another object, and in exchange, I can not kill Harry."

Shor smiled, he did not value Harry as much as the other party imagined.

He ignored the "patient" Voldemort and looked at Tom.

"Did you put it down on purpose?"

Tom did not speak, but a few strange expressions flashed in his gloomy eyes.

Shor blinked and soon understood what he meant.

Seeing that Shor ignored him, Voldemort was angry.

"Shor, you are facing enough troubles now. Do you really want to fight to the death with me? The damage caused by a crazy legendary wizard is unimaginable and unbearable for you!"

Voldemort seemed to be unable to see that he was trapped. The space restrictions arranged under Gringotts could not even break through the legends and phoenixes.

Otherwise, Voldemort would not be so confident to put the Horcrux here.

Shor would not have attacked Gringotts to take the gold cup in person until now.

Shor finally couldn't take Voldemort's threat seriously.

A crazy legendary wizard with no bottom line is simply a mobile nuclear weapon.

Voldemort now has no home, no career, and no worries. He is almost in a state of rampage. If it weren't for the resurrection plan and Harry Potter's obsession, it is estimated that there is no idea how many casualties he has caused.

In the original book, the plan of the old bee to use Harry to hang Voldemort was the one with the least damage.

Shaw showed a "kind" smile to Voldemort.

"It's not impossible for me to give you your soul, but you have to show some sincerity, such as actively cutting off the soul connection with Tom Gaunt."

Voldemort looked around at Shaw and his rebellious soul, and forced himself to suppress his anger that was about to explode.

There is no possibility of saving this reborn soul, and the golden cup is one of the few Horcruxes he has now, so he must not lose it again.

After all, his main soul can no longer withstand too many divisions.

Voldemort's IQ is still online when he is not crazy. After quickly analyzing the pros and cons, he asked.

"It's okay for me to cut off the soul connection, but how can you guarantee that you will give me the soul in the golden cup afterwards? I don't believe you will give me the golden cup first."

Shor nodded after thinking quickly.

"Of course I won't give you the golden cup first. Let's make an unbreakable oath, so that we can both feel more at ease."

Voldemort hesitated, fearing that Shaw would cheat, but he couldn't think of a better way.

He tried.

"After that, will you let me go?"

Shor teased as if he had heard something funny.

"Let's put the deal in order. We are not children. Why? Lord Voldemort is so naive."

Voldemort was not so naive. He was just testing whether Shaw would take on all kinds of favorable conditions.

Now the other party still looked like he was not going to let him leave in one piece, which dispelled many of his doubts.

"Okay, swear."After that, Shaw did not want Tom to be a witness, and directly drew a modified version of the Unbreakable Curse in the air.

Voldemort was also a master of spells, and he quickly saw that there was nothing wrong with the oath spell. He even added some rigorous binding oaths to it.

Who would have thought that in the basement of Gringotts.

Shaw and Voldemort, the two dark lords, would shake hands for the first time under such circumstances.

Tom still blocked the exit and watched quietly, but the hand hidden in his sleeves had already begun to brew something.

The process of swearing was very smooth, and Shaw and Voldemort had no intention of playing tricks. (I didn't write it specifically, for fear that the big guys would randomly ship the weird CP again)

Then, Shaw quickly let go of Voldemort's cold, thick, bloodshot and bony hand.

I always felt a little creepy when I first held it.

Voldemort looked at Shaw's disgusted look and couldn't help wanting to give him a big bite, although he himself also disliked this unknown Obscurus body.

Shaw wiped his hand without leaving a trace, and then extended his hand to ask.

"Okay, Mr. Voldemort, please cut off the connection with Tom's soul first, and I will give you the soul in the golden cup immediately."

Voldemort took a deep look at Shaw, who was as gentle as jade, and was still worried.

So he came to a corner with black mist, erected a solid shield, and then looked at Tom in a silver star-patterned robe, and his scarlet eyes were somehow complicated.

Recalling his youthful beauty, he said in a hoarse voice.

"You are lucky to meet a good partner.

But it is also unfortunate that you foolishly gave up eternal life.

Tom Gaunt, you are free!"

After Voldemort finished speaking, he began to take the initiative to cut off the connection with Tom's soul, which was a right that only the main soul had.

Tom probably calculated for a long time, using this semi-enclosed place under Gringotts and the opportunity to take the golden cup to complete a complete break with the main soul.

In fact, as long as they spend some time and effort, Shaw and Tom can find a way to cut off this connection, such as taking the Hallows Invisibility Cloak and walking around in the world of the dead.

However, since Tom is anxious, Shaw will naturally help him, and it is time to make a break with Voldemort.